What the…?
Title:- What the…?
Author:- scottishwillow
Word count:- 100
Rating:- Suitable for all
Characters:- Jack, Ianto (Myfanwy mentioned)
Spoilers:- None
A/N:- Written for the tw100 Challenge #166 - Madeline L’Engle Titles.
I haven’t written Torchwood for months and then wrote two drabbles in as many days (this is the second - I just missed the cut off for the previous tw100 prompt). Comments and con-crit gratefully received.
Disclaimer:- Torchwood is the property of RTD, the BBC and others. Not me sadly.
oOo
“What the…?”
Jack ran from his office as a wail from Myfanwy was followed by a sudden crash and a string of expletives from Ianto.
“Third time this week,” Ianto complained trying unsuccessfully to wring spilt lukewarm coffee from his jacket. “I swear she’s using me as target practice.”
Jack picked up the deflated lump of leather Myfanwy had thrown from her rooftop eyrie holding it at arms length.
“I don’t think she’s trying out as a flyhalf.“
Ianto looked more closely at the ovoid shape. “Oh God.”
Jack nodded. “I think she’s getting broody.”
oOo
A/N2:- Inspired by the Madeline L’Engle titles ‘Mothers and Daughters’ and ‘Mothers and Sons’ just don’t ask me to explain why - I have no idea!
Author:- scottishwillow
Word count:- 100
Rating:- Suitable for all
Characters:- Jack, Ianto (Myfanwy mentioned)
Spoilers:- None
A/N:- Written for the tw100 Challenge #166 - Madeline L’Engle Titles.
I haven’t written Torchwood for months and then wrote two drabbles in as many days (this is the second - I just missed the cut off for the previous tw100 prompt). Comments and con-crit gratefully received.
Disclaimer:- Torchwood is the property of RTD, the BBC and others. Not me sadly.
oOo
“What the…?”
Jack ran from his office as a wail from Myfanwy was followed by a sudden crash and a string of expletives from Ianto.
“Third time this week,” Ianto complained trying unsuccessfully to wring spilt lukewarm coffee from his jacket. “I swear she’s using me as target practice.”
Jack picked up the deflated lump of leather Myfanwy had thrown from her rooftop eyrie holding it at arms length.
“I don’t think she’s trying out as a flyhalf.“
Ianto looked more closely at the ovoid shape. “Oh God.”
Jack nodded. “I think she’s getting broody.”
oOo
A/N2:- Inspired by the Madeline L’Engle titles ‘Mothers and Daughters’ and ‘Mothers and Sons’ just don’t ask me to explain why - I have no idea!