Double Drabble: Picture This
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Title: Picture This
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Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 526: Picture at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a brilliant idea.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Picture it; you and me, on a grassy hillside, picnic blanket spread out with all manner of delicious foods, a bottle of wine…” Jack trailed off, noticing Ianto’s distinct lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?”
“Jack, I appreciate the thought, and in principle a picnic in the country does sound wonderful, it would be nice to escape the chaos around here for a couple of hours, but I think you’re overlooking a few important details.
“Such as?” Jack looked at him enquiringly.
“Well, the fact it’s been pouring with rain for over a week so every hill and meadow in Wales is probably knee deep in mud, not to mention it’s about ten degrees out. Not what I’d call picnic weather.”
“You’re thinking too small, Ianto. I have this.” Jack pulled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist strap. “We can go anywhere! I was thinking New Zealand… I checked it out earlier; found a lovely spot, stunning scenery, completely unspoiled. You’ll love it! Best of all, it’s a balmy twenty-four degrees, not too hot, not too cold. I have the picnic packed; you just need to get ready. We’ll be there before you can blink.”
That changed everything.
“Let’s go!”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 526: Picture at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a brilliant idea.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Picture it; you and me, on a grassy hillside, picnic blanket spread out with all manner of delicious foods, a bottle of wine…” Jack trailed off, noticing Ianto’s distinct lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?”
“Jack, I appreciate the thought, and in principle a picnic in the country does sound wonderful, it would be nice to escape the chaos around here for a couple of hours, but I think you’re overlooking a few important details.
“Such as?” Jack looked at him enquiringly.
“Well, the fact it’s been pouring with rain for over a week so every hill and meadow in Wales is probably knee deep in mud, not to mention it’s about ten degrees out. Not what I’d call picnic weather.”
“You’re thinking too small, Ianto. I have this.” Jack pulled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist strap. “We can go anywhere! I was thinking New Zealand… I checked it out earlier; found a lovely spot, stunning scenery, completely unspoiled. You’ll love it! Best of all, it’s a balmy twenty-four degrees, not too hot, not too cold. I have the picnic packed; you just need to get ready. We’ll be there before you can blink.”
That changed everything.
“Let’s go!”
The End
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