Double Drabble: Thawing Out
Title: Thawing Out
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 547: Lace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Coming back to the Hub freezing cold, Ianto knows exactly how to warm the team up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I think we all need a drink after that,” Ianto said, handing out steaming mugs of coffee to the tired and frozen team. There was a bitter wind blowing in off the sea, carrying with it sharp little hailstones that stung bare hands and faces, exactly the kind of weather made for staying indoors and huddling by a warm fire, so of course they’d all had to go out in it to deal with a straying Weevil.
They’d chased the alien through Cardiff for over an hour before it had decided to return to the sewers, but by then they’d been miles from where they’d left the SUV and facing a long walk back in temperatures barely above freezing.
Everyone reached eagerly for their mugs, cupping them in cold hands, inhaling the delicious aroma of one of Ianto’s best blends before taking careful sips and breaking into wide smiles.
“That hits the spot!” Owen grinned, taking another sip of coffee heavily laced with good whiskey.
“Mmmm,” Tosh agreed. “I can feel the warmth right down to my toes!”
“One mug of this and I won’t be fit to drive!” Gwen said.
“Sleepover time!” Jack beamed. “I’ll get the sleeping bags.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 547: Lace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Coming back to the Hub freezing cold, Ianto knows exactly how to warm the team up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I think we all need a drink after that,” Ianto said, handing out steaming mugs of coffee to the tired and frozen team. There was a bitter wind blowing in off the sea, carrying with it sharp little hailstones that stung bare hands and faces, exactly the kind of weather made for staying indoors and huddling by a warm fire, so of course they’d all had to go out in it to deal with a straying Weevil.
They’d chased the alien through Cardiff for over an hour before it had decided to return to the sewers, but by then they’d been miles from where they’d left the SUV and facing a long walk back in temperatures barely above freezing.
Everyone reached eagerly for their mugs, cupping them in cold hands, inhaling the delicious aroma of one of Ianto’s best blends before taking careful sips and breaking into wide smiles.
“That hits the spot!” Owen grinned, taking another sip of coffee heavily laced with good whiskey.
“Mmmm,” Tosh agreed. “I can feel the warmth right down to my toes!”
“One mug of this and I won’t be fit to drive!” Gwen said.
“Sleepover time!” Jack beamed. “I’ll get the sleeping bags.”
The End