Drabble: Day Or Night?

[bk_forever]

Title: Day Or Night?
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 413: Twelve at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Sometimes there’s just no rest for Torchwood agents.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.








Ianto felt as though he’d barely dozed off when the blaring of the Rift alarm snapped him back to full wakefulness, as effectively as having a bucket of cold water tipped over his head.



“Ugh,” he groaned from where he was slumped on the old sofa beneath the Torchwood sign. “What time is it?”



Beside him, Jack fumbled with his shirtsleeve and checked his watch. “Just after twelve.”



“Would that be noon or midnight?” Ianto asked tiredly, trying to drag himself to his feet ready for yet another excursion to collect Rift junk.



“Who knows? Does it matter?”



“Probably not.”




The End

Comments

[owensheart.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I do feel for the team. That sort of job takes its toll on a person.

Great drabble.

[bk_forever]

It does, especially when the Rift is being overactive and not giving them much time to rest.

Thank you!

[raynewton.livejournal.com]

As they say, no peace for the wicked. Not that they are

[bk_forever]

No peace for Torchwood either, poor guys, run ragged by the Rift.

Thank you.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

The rift doesn't believe in Greenwich mean time. Hopefully things will die down soon and they'll be able to catch up on some much needed sleep.

[bk_forever]

Ianto would be hoping that if he weren't so tired that he can't form coherent thoughts... ;)

Thank you!

[maldeluxx.livejournal.com]

Such is working life at Torchwood :P :)

[bk_forever]

Indeed! When the Rift gets crazy, all you can do is nap in between alerts.

Thank you.