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Double Drabble: Late For Dinner
Title: Late For Dinner
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Rhiannon.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 495: Sorry at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is in trouble with his sister again, but it’s really not his fault he’s a bit late.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Sorry I’m late,” Ianto told Rhiannon as she opened the door to let him in, thereby keeping her from launching into a tirade about his perpetual tardiness. “I got unavoidably held up at work.” Sensibly, he didn’t tell her that when he said ‘held up’ he meant at gunpoint. Or alien weapon point; it amounted to the same thing. If the aliens had shot him, he was pretty sure their weird weapons would have killed him just as effectively as a gun would have.
“You couldn’t have called to let me know?”
“I dropped my phone and it broke.”
Actually, one of the alien invaders had knocked it out of his hand and stamped on it, but again, Ianto thought it best not to mention that part. What Rhi didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and anyway, the aliens weren’t a problem anymore so why worry his sister for nothing?
Rhiannon shook her head. “You always were clumsy. I suppose you’d best come in. Dinner was ready half an hour ago; we were about to give up waiting and start without you.”
Ianto sighed. He should’ve known better than to accept Rhi’s invite. Saving the world always had to come first.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Rhiannon.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 495: Sorry at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is in trouble with his sister again, but it’s really not his fault he’s a bit late.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Sorry I’m late,” Ianto told Rhiannon as she opened the door to let him in, thereby keeping her from launching into a tirade about his perpetual tardiness. “I got unavoidably held up at work.” Sensibly, he didn’t tell her that when he said ‘held up’ he meant at gunpoint. Or alien weapon point; it amounted to the same thing. If the aliens had shot him, he was pretty sure their weird weapons would have killed him just as effectively as a gun would have.
“You couldn’t have called to let me know?”
“I dropped my phone and it broke.”
Actually, one of the alien invaders had knocked it out of his hand and stamped on it, but again, Ianto thought it best not to mention that part. What Rhi didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and anyway, the aliens weren’t a problem anymore so why worry his sister for nothing?
Rhiannon shook her head. “You always were clumsy. I suppose you’d best come in. Dinner was ready half an hour ago; we were about to give up waiting and start without you.”
Ianto sighed. He should’ve known better than to accept Rhi’s invite. Saving the world always had to come first.
The End