Wintering in Wales
Title: Wintering in Wales
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: hint of Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them, although I would if I could.
Spoilers: None
Summary: An alien hunt goes... unusually
Author's Note: Written for day thirteen of redismycolour. Back to the double drabble...
Wintering in Wales
It was really quite fortunate that Jack came across them first, considering he (sort of) spoke their language.
After a rash of ‘weird sightings’ reports, Jack, Gwen and Ianto had headed for the edge of town, splitting up to search.
Twenty minutes later, Jack called out, and Ianto and Gwen went running.
And found Jack alone, waving a crumpled piece of paper.
“They’re gone,” he shouted as they approached.
“What? Couldn’t you have told us that before we sprinted over here?” Gwen puffed.
He just grinned, showing them the paper, which was a print-out from a tourist site extolling the wonders of a winter break in Wales.
“Seems they weren’t quite aware that Earth didn’t officially have contact with other races yet,” he told them. “At least that’s what I think they were saying. My Galactic is a little rusty.”
Ianto took the piece of paper and studied it, realising he actually recognised the site from his research for the information office. A thought hit him and he looked up at Jack.
“How did they even have access to our internet?”
“You know what?” Jack smiled, looping an arm around his waist. “I don’t think even you want to know…”
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Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: hint of Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them, although I would if I could.
Spoilers: None
Summary: An alien hunt goes... unusually
Author's Note: Written for day thirteen of redismycolour. Back to the double drabble...
Wintering in Wales
It was really quite fortunate that Jack came across them first, considering he (sort of) spoke their language.
After a rash of ‘weird sightings’ reports, Jack, Gwen and Ianto had headed for the edge of town, splitting up to search.
Twenty minutes later, Jack called out, and Ianto and Gwen went running.
And found Jack alone, waving a crumpled piece of paper.
“They’re gone,” he shouted as they approached.
“What? Couldn’t you have told us that before we sprinted over here?” Gwen puffed.
He just grinned, showing them the paper, which was a print-out from a tourist site extolling the wonders of a winter break in Wales.
“Seems they weren’t quite aware that Earth didn’t officially have contact with other races yet,” he told them. “At least that’s what I think they were saying. My Galactic is a little rusty.”
Ianto took the piece of paper and studied it, realising he actually recognised the site from his research for the information office. A thought hit him and he looked up at Jack.
“How did they even have access to our internet?”
“You know what?” Jack smiled, looping an arm around his waist. “I don’t think even you want to know…”
fin