Double Drabble: Lucky Streak
Title: Lucky Streak
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 800: Lucky at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is having a run of unbelievably good luck.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Just recently, everything has been going so well for him that Ianto doesn’t want to tempt fate, but at the same time he’s getting just a little paranoid, because his lucky streak is too good to be true.
Two days ago, he’d been the one millionth customer at the coffee emporium, and won a selection of very expensive coffee beans, as well as vouchers for ten quid off his purchases every month for the next year.
The day before that, the dry cleaners suddenly found a suit of his they’d lost a good eighteen months ago.
And last week, he’d entered a tombola and won the star prize, dinner for two at the fanciest French restaurant in town, so last night he and Jack had enjoyed a wonderful meal out without a single interruption. No straying Weevils, no alien invasions, not even so much as a Rift alert. It was uncanny!
Even this morning, driving to work, every light turned green just as he got there, and when he’d nipped into the supermarket earlier to pick up a few things, everything he wanted was on offer. There wasn’t even a queue at the checkout.
Surely he has to be dreaming.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 800: Lucky at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is having a run of unbelievably good luck.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Just recently, everything has been going so well for him that Ianto doesn’t want to tempt fate, but at the same time he’s getting just a little paranoid, because his lucky streak is too good to be true.
Two days ago, he’d been the one millionth customer at the coffee emporium, and won a selection of very expensive coffee beans, as well as vouchers for ten quid off his purchases every month for the next year.
The day before that, the dry cleaners suddenly found a suit of his they’d lost a good eighteen months ago.
And last week, he’d entered a tombola and won the star prize, dinner for two at the fanciest French restaurant in town, so last night he and Jack had enjoyed a wonderful meal out without a single interruption. No straying Weevils, no alien invasions, not even so much as a Rift alert. It was uncanny!
Even this morning, driving to work, every light turned green just as he got there, and when he’d nipped into the supermarket earlier to pick up a few things, everything he wanted was on offer. There wasn’t even a queue at the checkout.
Surely he has to be dreaming.
The End