This was written in response to the Drabble Quote Challenge on Facebook. Ask and you shall receive directions...
I couldn't help it, they spoke to me. And I don't own anything.
Ianto Jones 'Torchwood' – Mobiles, landlines, tin cans with bits of string – everything, absolutely everything! No phones, phones all broken. Hello? Anyone there? No, cause the phones aren't working!
He was frustrated. He was so frustrated he was borderline infuriated, and what infuriated him even more was that she didn't care. She simply leaned up against the wreckage of what was the quinjet, using one of her many knives to sharpen a stick into something sharp.
'Calm down, Clint,' Natasha sighed, not moving her gaze from the increasingly sharpened point. 'You know about the GPS trackers they hide in everything; they'll come get us soon enough.'
'I still don't like it,' he growled, continuing to pace. 'We went down for no reason, in the middle of freaking nowhere, and all of our electronics were somehow knocked out! How do you expect them to find us now?'
'Wishful thinking,' she sneered sarcastically at him, finally looking up from the stick. The look of innocence on her face just served to infuriate him even more, which just made her smile.
'Ha ha,' he smirked. 'Mobiles, landlines, tin cans with bits of string – everything, absolutely everything! The phones are all broken, we can't call anyone!'
'Oh Clint, don't be so melodramatic,' she rolled her eyes.
'Hello? Anyone there?' he made a telephone gesture with his hand and brought it to his ear. 'No? It's because the phones aren't working! Don't you see?'
'Shut up, Clint!' Tasha dropped her implements and grabbed him by the shoulders. 'We'll be fine, they'll come and get us; they always do.'
'How?' he threw his hands up in the air. 'The phones aren't working!'
Natasha sighed and shook her head. 'Maybe you need a distraction until they get here.'
'Distraction how?' he cocked his head at her.
She smiled at him and started fiddling with the zipper down her chest, shooting him her bedroom eyes.
'Oh, that kind of distraction,' it dawned on him.
He didn't freak out again.