The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

2332. Late Night Visit

Title: Late Night Visit

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Tosh.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 732: Scare at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Exit Wounds.

Summary: Ianto is busy filing when he gets a visitor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Double drabble.

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It was late and Ianto was tired, barely managing to keep his eyes open, but he'd almost caught up with the backlog of filing. There were only about a dozen folders left to be slotted into the correct places, and he couldn't see the point in leaving them until tomorrow. Even if he went home right now, it was unlikely he'd sleep.

A flicker of movement in the shadows caught his attention and he spun around, heart pounding in sudden panic, knowing it couldn't be Jack because his pheromones always gave him away. He let his breath out in a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

"Tosh! You scared me."

She smiled sadly. "I'm sorry." Her voice was strangely quiet, hardly more than a whisper. He found himself straining to hear her. "I let you down. All of you."

"Don't be silly, of course you didn't. What're you talking about?"

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye."

"Goodbye?"

"I'll miss you."

A chill swept through Ianto as he remembered. Tosh couldn't be here; he'd consigned her body to the morgue less than a week ago.

As she faded away like mist, Ianto's eyes burned. "I'll miss you too."

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The End