Title: Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: It's a very hot day in the Hub, and Jack and Gwen are fighting over the fan. Ianto decides enough is enough! Drabble. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, or an electric fan for that matter…
Rating/Warning: Doesn't contain anything bad, but I'll rate it T purely because it's Torchwood :)
A/N: Written during a veeery hot day at the beginning of the summer [didn't last very long, huh?] This is my first attempt at Drabble… Yes, I know it's not exactly 100 words but 124 is near enough, right? ;) Anywho, hope you like it. ;)

FEELING HOT, HOT, HOT

"Jaaaack."

"Whaaaat?"

"Budge the fan over here," Gwen flapped her arm limply, "You're the only one getting any cool air!"

"It's mine! Get your own…"

"Hey, that's not fair! Point it more over here!" But as she reached out to pull the little machine closer, a pair of hands swooped from above and yoinked it from her grasp.

"If you two are going to argue, then neither of you can have it."

"Ianto!" Jack and Gwen chorused.

Turning a deaf ear to the child-like protests, Ianto took the fan down to his Butler Pantry, placing it next to the four other fans he had confiscated that week. He flicked them on and sat back with his feet up.

Heat, he thought deviously, What heat?