Stimulus: FFO REGGUB. STI SAMTSIRHC
Spoilers: None.
POV: Yours?
Dedication: oohh… I don't know. EVERYONE :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. Not even for my birthday. (which was yesterday). Shame…
AN: Now officially sixteen!!!!! How exciting :) Enjoy!
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They stood and simply stared at the midnight sky, seeing all at once the black curtain of night and the twinkling stars – whole other worlds, just out of reach – that dotted it like sequins. Ianto was the one to finally break the silence as he folded his free hand more tightly around the warmth of his coffee cup.
"Do you think it will work?"
Jack grinned, gripping his lover's hand tightly.
"Only one way to find out."
They nodded grimly and each reached out to clasp the switch tighter than they'd ever imagined possible, fusing hope and magic and a tiny bit of science all together.
"One… two… three!"
They pulled it down.
Silence.
"Drink?"
"You're buying."
"Cheek!"
"Aww… too tight to dip in to the old pension fund?"
"Less of the old, teaboy. And I am NOT tight."
"You walked right into that one, sir."
"Did not!"
"Did too."
"Didn't!"
"Did."
The bickering pair made their way hand in hand across the Plass, turning their backs on the newest constellations to paint the sky in variations of alternating reds, greens and golds that would baffle the 'experts' for years to come.
FFO REGGUB. SAMTSIRHC STI, the letters said.
Or, as was their intention, if they were read from the opposite side…
IT'S CHRISTMAS. BUGGER OFF.