Author's Note: Argh, sorry folks! I got distracted by real life. Two more almost-drabbles to post and then this is done. Go me!
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Christmas at Torchwood got lost amid the shuffle of preparation for the Christmas Invasion. Some packages were left on desks, only to be buried by memos from UNIT and lost. Gwen didn't find the big squishy package until 24 December. Her delighted squeals echoed around the Hub, echoing off the water tower and making Myfanwy squawk in protest, which only added to the noise.
“Who made this?” Gwen asked, eyes big as she stroked the dark green jumper. She seemed especially fascinated by the intricate fair isle yolk filled with flowers.
Tosh glanced up from her monitor and shook her head. Owen mumbled something that might have been “not me.” Ianto appeared from where ever he always appeared from and denied all knowledge of the thing. Jack couldn't be reached for comment because he was still on the phone with some UNIT big wig.
Then Jack sent out an email that sent everybody home for the holiday and ordered them to stay away bar the end of the world. Tosh and Owen vanished quickly. Gwen walked out, jumper over her arm, babbling happily to Rhys about their plans. Of Ianto, there was no sign.