In a moment reminiscent of PC Andy's 'spooky do's' my daughter set her itunes to random in order to challenge me to write a story prompted by the song title. It came up with Rooftops by Lost Prophets. (The hand of Torchwood is everywhere!). I have no idea what the song is about, but this is what I came up with. A little bit of fluff and nonsense.
Up on the rooftop in dead of night a space man is standing, his features uptight.
Jack is facing him down, Webley unwavering.
One step behind his shoulder Ianto is tense, watchful. Glancing between space man and time traveller.
A flurry of wind billows Jack's coat, whipping it round his legs and lifting his hair from his charming face.
The spaceman lifts his hands in the universal gesture of surrender.
The gun does not drop, aimed to cause maximum damage to the breathing apparatus as it crosses the spaceman's body.
The wind begins to blow in earnest, Ianto breathes in, tasting the mix of sea spray and ice it brings. He hopes the deep breath will dispel some of the tension he is feeling. He watches Jack, eyes darkened with anger, threaten the intruder.
Only moments before they had been engrossed in the night, watching the scudding clouds sweep across the full moon, momentarily darkening the sea and sky, turning them to primeval darkness, only to be re lit moments later. Jack had stood behind Ianto, wrapping coat and arms about him, holding him close against the wind. His right hand sometimes pointing out a particularly interesting, star, building, or ship. The ships eerily appearing and disappearing in the flash from the lighthouse ship stationed beyond the mouth of the bay. Ianto shivered in the icy wind, and Jack had hugged him closer, whispering the names of the stars, a litany of wonder that breathed its secrets only for Ianto. Lost in each other they had not heard the spaceman appear.
What had sounded suspiciously like a cough finally drew their attention, causing Jack to whirl around, his gun already drawn.
Steadied by the icy breath Ianto took a hesitant step forward and spoke, "Jack?"
He was unacknowledged, as though the wind had turned Jack to ice.
"Jack!"
Ianto saw a little lift at the corner of Jack's mouth, the beginnings of a smirk.
"Don't shoot Jack, that's an earth space suit – he's one of ours!"
Jack relaxed his stance, holstering the Webley. Now grinning outright.
"I know," he said. Stepping forward he lifted the helmet off the spaceman's shoulders.
"I'm gonna bloody kill you OWEN HARPER!" Ianto rugby tackled him, forcing him to fall to the ground and roll over and bounce as though in zero gravity. It was fortunate that particular rooftop had a balustrade or Ianto would have had yet another clean up on his hands.