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"

10. Ice Cream

Rifts Are Strange Things

Disclaimer:So they got the country right, but not the person. Closer, RTD, but still not anywhere close enough. I'll just hunt you down with some Ianto fangirls...

A/N: So I swear this wasn't intended the drabble it turned out to be. Also, this is somewhere after the beginning of Miracle Day (ie. Torchwood coming to America) but otherwise could be anywhere. And yes, I changed the disclaimer.

Chapter 10: Ice Cream (100 words)

"Please?" she begged.

"No."

"Please? It's not far..."

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"I'll stop bugging you for a while."

He frowned, seriously considering her offer. "How long is a while?"

She shrugged. "A while."

"No."

"Come on, Jack, please?"

"No! I said no, and that's final."

"You're not my dad."

"No, but you've put yourself into my care."

Damn. She couldn't argue with that. "This is my country, and as an American citizen, I have the right to–"

The look he gave her made it clear he wasn't buying it.

Fine. She would sneak out for ice cream, then.