Double Drabble: Water Mess
Title: Water Mess
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 712: Spill at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The ‘summer’ weather is causing problems for the Torchwood team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Much to the Torchwood team’s disgust, summer in Cardiff was being decidedly NOT summery. They’d endured the cold of winter, with snow, ice, rain, and high winds. They’d battled their way through a chilly but unexpectedly dry spring with random hot days, and now here they were in June, bundled up like it was mid-January, struggling back to the Hub after a retrieval in the middle of yet another downpour.
The Hub was their sanctuary, and they were looking forward to getting down into their surprisingly cosy underground base, changing into dry clothes, and enjoying a cup or two of Ianto’s amazing coffee.
What they weren’t expecting was to find the coffee not even started, and a harassed looking Ianto in overalls wielding a mop as he tried to single-handedly deal with the overspill from the Rift pool before it could reach any of the sockets set in the floor, and short out the electrical systems.
“Thank God you’re back! The overflow’s blocked and I can’t clear it and deal with this at the same time. There’s mops and buckets over there.” Ianto gestured with his chin.
“What about coffee?” Jack whined.
“Saving the Hub takes precedence, don’t you think?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 712: Spill at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The ‘summer’ weather is causing problems for the Torchwood team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Much to the Torchwood team’s disgust, summer in Cardiff was being decidedly NOT summery. They’d endured the cold of winter, with snow, ice, rain, and high winds. They’d battled their way through a chilly but unexpectedly dry spring with random hot days, and now here they were in June, bundled up like it was mid-January, struggling back to the Hub after a retrieval in the middle of yet another downpour.
The Hub was their sanctuary, and they were looking forward to getting down into their surprisingly cosy underground base, changing into dry clothes, and enjoying a cup or two of Ianto’s amazing coffee.
What they weren’t expecting was to find the coffee not even started, and a harassed looking Ianto in overalls wielding a mop as he tried to single-handedly deal with the overspill from the Rift pool before it could reach any of the sockets set in the floor, and short out the electrical systems.
“Thank God you’re back! The overflow’s blocked and I can’t clear it and deal with this at the same time. There’s mops and buckets over there.” Ianto gestured with his chin.
“What about coffee?” Jack whined.
“Saving the Hub takes precedence, don’t you think?”
The End