Title: Thermal Fluff
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Own, Tosh, Nosy, Dizzy, George, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 722: Shiver at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Nothing beats the warmth of a Fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
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The team were shivering uncontrollably as they staggered back into the Hub after battling icy winds and hail all afternoon, helping a stranded alien family repair their small spaceship's navigation array. It might not have been so bad if the SUV's heater hadn't gone on the blink, blasting out frigid air instead of the expected warmth. Ianto suspected a wire might have come loose from Jack driving too fast over rutted tracks; he was almost certain they'd become momentarily airborne on several occasions.
Teeth chattering, clutching their coats around them, they stumbled over to the sofa where they huddled together. No sooner had they sat down than Nosy and Dizzy swarmed towards them, draping their long, fluffy bodies over their friends.
As if by magic, George the suit appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray of steaming mugs in his non-existent hands; everyone gratefully accepted the hot coffee, sipping cautiously.
"Coffee and Fluff, just what the doctor ordered," Owen joked, already in better spirits as his hands started to thaw out.
"Do you think Fluffs ever get cold?" Tosh wondered, burying one hand in Dizzy's thick coat.
Owen shook his head. "Doubt it. Their fur acts like a thermal blanket."
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The End