Double Drabble: The One That Got Away
Title: The One That Got Away
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 681: Ache at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto lose a footrace against a Weevil.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I must be getting old,” Ianto grumbled, limping as he and Jack made their way back to the SUV following a Weevil hunt that had ended with their quarry escaping down into the sewers. “Chasing Weevils never used to make my legs ache.”
“You’re barely thirty; that’s not old. See how you feel when you reach two hundred. Anyway, that was no ordinary Weevil. I think it must have been in training for the Olympics, or maybe it wants to enter the London Marathon.”
Ianto shook his head. “It’s had special forces training. Did you see it scale that fence? Practically ran up it! I doubt an assault course would’ve even slowed it down.”
“You might be right.”
“All I know for sure is I never want to chase that Weevil again. I thought I was fit, but now I’m fit to drop. How far are we from the car?”
“Couple of miles, I think.”
“Can’t we just call someone to come pick us up?” Ianto stopped and sank onto a low wall. “My legs can’t take another two miles.”
“You’re immortal, same as me. You’ll survive.”
“What I am is tired. Walk if you want; I’m catching the bus.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 681: Ache at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto lose a footrace against a Weevil.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I must be getting old,” Ianto grumbled, limping as he and Jack made their way back to the SUV following a Weevil hunt that had ended with their quarry escaping down into the sewers. “Chasing Weevils never used to make my legs ache.”
“You’re barely thirty; that’s not old. See how you feel when you reach two hundred. Anyway, that was no ordinary Weevil. I think it must have been in training for the Olympics, or maybe it wants to enter the London Marathon.”
Ianto shook his head. “It’s had special forces training. Did you see it scale that fence? Practically ran up it! I doubt an assault course would’ve even slowed it down.”
“You might be right.”
“All I know for sure is I never want to chase that Weevil again. I thought I was fit, but now I’m fit to drop. How far are we from the car?”
“Couple of miles, I think.”
“Can’t we just call someone to come pick us up?” Ianto stopped and sank onto a low wall. “My legs can’t take another two miles.”
“You’re immortal, same as me. You’ll survive.”
“What I am is tired. Walk if you want; I’m catching the bus.”
The End