Title: The First Day…
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Team, OFC
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Random insanity.
Summary: It's Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: My first drabble for the final challenge of 2013, this is Part 1 of 'The Twelve Days of Riftmas'. Will I be able to write all twelve? No idea yet, but I'm trying!
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I love Janto: He really will! It's okay though, Ianto's enjoying himself too. He knows they have to go to the meeting eventually, but there's no harm in delaying the inevitable for a bit. Thank you.
Both Jack and Ianto will feel better after a night in each other's arms. Hopefully everyone will sleep, but there's a good chance of nightmares after everything that's happened. Thank you.
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On the first day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call from the police. A pair of odd birds had got inside Mrs Partridge's house and made themselves at home in her Christmas tree.
She hadn't minded at first, they were pretty and seemed satisfied with the crumbs she fed them. Then they'd built a nest of tinsel and started courting.
"Can't hear myself think over the racket they're making," she told the team when they went to investigate.
"Skreeeek! Skreeeek!" sounded from the living room, like fingernails down a blackboard.
"I see what you mean," said Ianto, handing out earplugs.
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TBC