Stolen
Title: Stolen
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairing: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, mentions of Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Spoilers: Set post s2 but with no specific spoilers
Summary: Team Torchwood find themselves somewhere unexpected
Author's Note: Written for day six of redismycolour. New length for today: the double drabble. Also, I may try to continue this at some point this month if any of the prompts fit.
All comments/concrit gratefully received.
Stolen
“Jack?” Gwen’s voice was shaky. “What’s going on?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.” Jack said, turning to face his two team members. “But at a guess, I’m going to blame the rift.”
Just a moment before, the three of them had been walking down a dark street in the outskirts of Cardiff, following up on a series of odd readings. Now they were standing on a country lane in the middle of a snowy winter’s day.
It didn’t seem outrageous to suspect that the unusual rift readings were involved.
“Well, according to the GPS, we haven’t moved,” Ianto piped up, waving his PDA. “And since I’m still getting GPS, we can’t have been taken back in time to before Cardiff was around.
He shot a quick glance at Jack, belatedly realising that his words could have stirred up unpleasant memories for his partner. Luckily Jack seemed too preoccupied with the current crisis to be thinking about past ones.
“So that means either we ended up in some future where Cardiff has been demolished,” Jack began.
“Or Cardiff itself has been stolen,” Ianto finished.
Gwen was getting scared. “But how do we tell which? And more importantly, how do we get back?”
fin (possibly tbc)
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairing: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, mentions of Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Spoilers: Set post s2 but with no specific spoilers
Summary: Team Torchwood find themselves somewhere unexpected
Author's Note: Written for day six of redismycolour. New length for today: the double drabble. Also, I may try to continue this at some point this month if any of the prompts fit.
All comments/concrit gratefully received.
Stolen
“Jack?” Gwen’s voice was shaky. “What’s going on?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.” Jack said, turning to face his two team members. “But at a guess, I’m going to blame the rift.”
Just a moment before, the three of them had been walking down a dark street in the outskirts of Cardiff, following up on a series of odd readings. Now they were standing on a country lane in the middle of a snowy winter’s day.
It didn’t seem outrageous to suspect that the unusual rift readings were involved.
“Well, according to the GPS, we haven’t moved,” Ianto piped up, waving his PDA. “And since I’m still getting GPS, we can’t have been taken back in time to before Cardiff was around.
He shot a quick glance at Jack, belatedly realising that his words could have stirred up unpleasant memories for his partner. Luckily Jack seemed too preoccupied with the current crisis to be thinking about past ones.
“So that means either we ended up in some future where Cardiff has been demolished,” Jack began.
“Or Cardiff itself has been stolen,” Ianto finished.
Gwen was getting scared. “But how do we tell which? And more importantly, how do we get back?”
fin (possibly tbc)