Rifts Are Strange Things

by thecolouryes

A series of drabbles, like "Five More Minutes", this time with the Torchwood Team, both Welsh and American at different times . 2 NEW: "Ice Cream" "Philadelphia"

3. To Do List

Rifts Are Strange Things

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I am not that mean, to leave us the way he did.

A/N: This was also from a fanfic by cjh4ever. I should stop reading their stuff. No I shouldn't; it's giving me inspiration.

Chapter 3: To-Do List (100 words)

Having an insane amount of energy (probably as a result of the fact that she'd switched her half-caff coffee with Jack's super-extra-double-dark-with some added caffeine on the side coffee), the teenager skipped about the Hub, bored out of her mind and without anyone to bother.

She came across Ianto, who was writing something down on a notepad while he brewed Jack another cup of coffee.

"Whacha doin'?" she asked, leaned over the notepad to see. She read it upside down.

"You don't have a dog," she commented. "Or a toaster oven. Or a – who's Shelby?"

A/N: This was random and strange and doesn't even make any sense to me.

Oh well.