Lost
Title: Lost
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen (Gwen not mentioned by name this part)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They're not mine, *sob*
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sequel to Stolen. The three try to work out what's going on.
Author's Note: Written for day eight of redismycolour. Another double drabble for this storyline.
Lost
The wind howled around the three weary wanderers as they tramped along the snowy path.
With every step they held out vain hope that civilisation would come into sight, yet with every mile that passed the hope grew thinner.
Nine hours now since they found themselves stranded in this vast deserted countryside, their home city gone. The further they walked, the more they discovered that it wasn’t just Cardiff.
Ianto’s GPS told them they should have passed through Newport hours ago, but they hadn’t found anything but more snow-covered moor land. They’d tried heading for the bay, but that hadn’t been there either, more snowy grass all that was found where there used to be sea.
Despite their dwindling hope, they kept walking, stamping their feet against the cold and huddling into their coats.
Worse, the sun was setting, and the temperature had begun to drop even further. The snow had picked up too, and was swirling around them as they crammed close together for warmth.
“I’m beginning to think we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Ianto joked weakly, his voice wavering as his teeth chattered. “Despite what the GPS says.”
“Me too,” Jack sighed. “But then where are we?”
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Continued in Information
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen (Gwen not mentioned by name this part)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They're not mine, *sob*
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sequel to Stolen. The three try to work out what's going on.
Author's Note: Written for day eight of redismycolour. Another double drabble for this storyline.
Lost
The wind howled around the three weary wanderers as they tramped along the snowy path.
With every step they held out vain hope that civilisation would come into sight, yet with every mile that passed the hope grew thinner.
Nine hours now since they found themselves stranded in this vast deserted countryside, their home city gone. The further they walked, the more they discovered that it wasn’t just Cardiff.
Ianto’s GPS told them they should have passed through Newport hours ago, but they hadn’t found anything but more snow-covered moor land. They’d tried heading for the bay, but that hadn’t been there either, more snowy grass all that was found where there used to be sea.
Despite their dwindling hope, they kept walking, stamping their feet against the cold and huddling into their coats.
Worse, the sun was setting, and the temperature had begun to drop even further. The snow had picked up too, and was swirling around them as they crammed close together for warmth.
“I’m beginning to think we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Ianto joked weakly, his voice wavering as his teeth chattered. “Despite what the GPS says.”
“Me too,” Jack sighed. “But then where are we?”
fin
Continued in Information