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.

2532. Cutting It Close

Title: Cutting It Close

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 782: Race at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Yet again, it's a race against time.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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Working for Torchwood was not for the fainthearted, or for the unfit. When they weren't running around the city collecting Rift junk, and the occasional useful item, they were chasing Weevils, or involved in pitched battles against heavily armed alien invaders. It was an exhausting and stressful job, made more so by the numerous occasions they found themselves in a desperate race against time.

"I can't believe we're doing this again!" Ianto panted, helping Jack lug a heavy explosive device out to the SUV. "How long have we got?"

"Seventeen minutes." Jack slammed the boot. "I'd better go alone, just in case."

"Don't be daft! You'll never get it out of the car by yourself!"

"Might not even have time to try!" Jack was already in the driver's seat as Ianto jumped in the passenger side, but there was no time for a debate. All he could do was put his foot down on the accelerator and drive as fast as possible to a remote beach along the coast.

They arrived with less than five minutes to spare, dumped the bomb on the sand, and fled for cover, ducking behind the dunes just as it exploded.

"That was too close!"

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The End