Double Drabble: Seeking Shelter
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Title: Seeking Shelter
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 591: Refuge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a gale blowing and a storm threatening.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
What a day to be out searching for whatever the Rift had brought! Jack and Ianto clung to each other as they attempted to fight their way through gale force winds and Ianto wished, for about the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, that they were already on their way back to the SUV, with the wind behind them, instead of facing it head-on.
If they didn’t find what they were searching for in the next five minutes, he was going to suggest that they gave up and returned to the Hub, just until the wind dropped to something that didn’t make him feel like he was about to become airborne any moment. He didn’t fancy his chances if he got blown out to sea.
The sky overhead was getting steadily darker even though it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and the clouds had an ominous greenish tinge. Ianto risked a glance upwards, the gusting wind snatching his breath away, and tugged on Jack’s sleeve.
“We should find shelter!” he yelled.
Jack nodded, pulling Ianto down an alley, into a recessed doorway halfway along.
It wasn’t much of a refuge, but as the heavens opened it was better than nothing.
TBC in ‘Huddling’
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 591: Refuge at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a gale blowing and a storm threatening.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
What a day to be out searching for whatever the Rift had brought! Jack and Ianto clung to each other as they attempted to fight their way through gale force winds and Ianto wished, for about the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, that they were already on their way back to the SUV, with the wind behind them, instead of facing it head-on.
If they didn’t find what they were searching for in the next five minutes, he was going to suggest that they gave up and returned to the Hub, just until the wind dropped to something that didn’t make him feel like he was about to become airborne any moment. He didn’t fancy his chances if he got blown out to sea.
The sky overhead was getting steadily darker even though it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and the clouds had an ominous greenish tinge. Ianto risked a glance upwards, the gusting wind snatching his breath away, and tugged on Jack’s sleeve.
“We should find shelter!” he yelled.
Jack nodded, pulling Ianto down an alley, into a recessed doorway halfway along.
It wasn’t much of a refuge, but as the heavens opened it was better than nothing.
TBC in ‘Huddling’
