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.

166. Seconds

Title: Seconds

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, mentions Lisa and Jack

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100

Spoilers: Cyberwoman.

Summary: Time has slowed to a crawl for Ianto.

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

A/N: My second drabble for this week. It's kinda angsty, sorry. I have two more to post, one angsty and one happy.

Thanks as always to all the people who read, review, favourite and follow. Glad you're still enjoying these drabbles.

I love Janto: It suppose it depends what planet they're on. Sometimes he gets killed again, sometimes the alien flees in panic, sometimes he finds himself being worshipped or adopted into an alien clan as an honorary member. Ianto just rolls his eyes. It's not always duels either. Sometimes he's executed, or stoned and driven out of town, or just given a hefty fine or a jail sentence. Different races react different ways and have different punishments so Jack and Ianto seldom know what to expect. Not that Jack cares... ;)

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Time has slowed to a crawl. Each second lasts an eternity, ticking past so achingly slowly Ianto feels he could go insane between one tick of the clock and the next.

Sixty seconds a minute, three thousand six hundred an hour, eighty six thousand four hundred a day and it's only been two days, one hundred and seventy two thousand eight hundred seconds.

"You're on suspension, four weeks," Jack told him.

Ianto doesn't know how he can stay sane for another two million three hundred and thirty two thousand eight hundred seconds, or if he even wants to.

Lisa's dead.

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The End