Stuck In The Snow
Title: Stuck In The Snow
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G - it had the potential to turn NC-17, but it didn't.
Disclaimer: I only own them in my dreams.
Spoilers: None, although there is a reference to 2x02
Summary: Jack and Ianto get stuck in a blizzard...
Author's Note: Written for day four of redismycolour. I think I'm just going to try for 300 words each day now, as that seems to be what they want.
Stuck In The Snow
“Jack, stop revving the engine. We’re stuck.”
“We are not.” Jack retorted, pressing the accelerator again, causing the wheels to spin uselessly in the snowdrift.
Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes even though Jack couldn’t see them. “Yes, we are. I told you I should have driven. Your driving style is not suited to snow. And certainly not to snow like this.”
Jack attempted a glare, but in the face of Ianto’s innate logic, it appeared more petulant than authoritative.
Ianto just looked calmly back, unaffected by Jack’s pout.
“Okay, fine, we’re stuck,” Jack huffed a long moment later. “What do you suggest we do about it?”
“Well, normally I’d suggest we get out and dig ourselves out,” Ianto said, who had equipped the SUV with a spade for just such circumstances. “But right now?” He looked meaningfully out of the window at the blizzard that was raging all around them. Thankfully, their trip wasn’t particularly urgent. The others would be able to handle the Hub alone for a few extra hours if necessary, and for once they didn’t have a sedated creature in the back. “Right now, I suggest we wait it out.”
“Wait it out?”
“Yes, Jack, wait it out.”
“So it’s just us. In this SUV. For as long as it takes?” Jack was grinning now.
Ianto recognised the gleam in Jack’s eyes, and considered the situation. They were on a quiet road in the middle of the Welsh countryside, it was beginning to grow dark, and the whirling snow had reduced visibility to practically nought anyway.
“There they are again,” he smirked, unclicking his seatbelt, “shivers right down my spine.”
Jack’s grin grew even wider as he followed suit, twisting around to clamber awkwardly into the back seat, Ianto close behind him.
“Well, you don’t look scared…”
fin
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G - it had the potential to turn NC-17, but it didn't.
Disclaimer: I only own them in my dreams.
Spoilers: None, although there is a reference to 2x02
Summary: Jack and Ianto get stuck in a blizzard...
Author's Note: Written for day four of redismycolour. I think I'm just going to try for 300 words each day now, as that seems to be what they want.
Stuck In The Snow
“Jack, stop revving the engine. We’re stuck.”
“We are not.” Jack retorted, pressing the accelerator again, causing the wheels to spin uselessly in the snowdrift.
Ianto sighed, rolling his eyes even though Jack couldn’t see them. “Yes, we are. I told you I should have driven. Your driving style is not suited to snow. And certainly not to snow like this.”
Jack attempted a glare, but in the face of Ianto’s innate logic, it appeared more petulant than authoritative.
Ianto just looked calmly back, unaffected by Jack’s pout.
“Okay, fine, we’re stuck,” Jack huffed a long moment later. “What do you suggest we do about it?”
“Well, normally I’d suggest we get out and dig ourselves out,” Ianto said, who had equipped the SUV with a spade for just such circumstances. “But right now?” He looked meaningfully out of the window at the blizzard that was raging all around them. Thankfully, their trip wasn’t particularly urgent. The others would be able to handle the Hub alone for a few extra hours if necessary, and for once they didn’t have a sedated creature in the back. “Right now, I suggest we wait it out.”
“Wait it out?”
“Yes, Jack, wait it out.”
“So it’s just us. In this SUV. For as long as it takes?” Jack was grinning now.
Ianto recognised the gleam in Jack’s eyes, and considered the situation. They were on a quiet road in the middle of the Welsh countryside, it was beginning to grow dark, and the whirling snow had reduced visibility to practically nought anyway.
“There they are again,” he smirked, unclicking his seatbelt, “shivers right down my spine.”
Jack’s grin grew even wider as he followed suit, twisting around to clamber awkwardly into the back seat, Ianto close behind him.
“Well, you don’t look scared…”
fin