Title: The Ninth Day…
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, team, OCs
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: Part 9 of 'The Twelve Days of Riftmas'.
For anyone counting, this is my 202nd drabble of 2013! I not only reached 200, I went past it! YAY!
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I love Janto: So true, poor Ianto. I'm sure he'll find a place for the cows, or better yet, trace where they came from and get them returned quickly. There's a dairy farmer out there who's missing eight of his cows! Hopefully the Rift just grabbed the nearest suitable cows and returning them won't be too big a job.
The only good thing about mud, in Ianto's opinion, is having Jack help him wash it off afterwards.
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On the ninth day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call about a disturbance in Asda; an entire checkout queue was doing the cancan.
Owen took one look and covered his eyes, saying something about being scarred for life.
Ianto had to agree. None of the ladies was under seventy; nobody needed to see that many pairs of bloomers on display!
Jack persuaded the dancers to form a conga line behind him and danced them into the staff area, while Tosh found the device responsible and switched it off.
All nine ladies agreed they hadn't had so much fun in years.
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TBC in 'The Tenth Day…'