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.

2396. Unpleasant Awakening

Title: Unpleasant Awakening

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 748: Blind at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Ianto has no idea where he is, but at least he's not alone.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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Ianto groaned. His head was pounding, his mouth felt drier than the Sahara Desert back on earth, he was ravenously hungry as well as thirsty, and his skin felt several sizes too small. Also, he had no idea where he was, although from what he could tell, he was lying on a soft surface. Something moved beside him, jostling him.

"Jack? Is that you?" Ianto winced at how hoarse his voice sounded.

"It was last time I checked." Jack's voice sounded equally rough, but Ianto drew reassurance from the fact that he wasn't alone.

"What the hell happened?" He opened his eyes but couldn't see a thing. "Where are we?" He blinked but his vision didn't clear. "Is it dark in here?"

"Could be, but there's no way of knowing until our vision comes back."

"Comes back?" The sense of reassurance was rapidly fading. "What d'you mean 'comes back'?"

"We're blind. Don't worry, it's a temporary side-effect, should wear off in an hour or two."

"Side-effect of what, exactly?"

"You don't remember last night?"

"If I remembered I wouldn't be asking."

Ianto could almost hear Jack's grin. "That was one hell of a night! Welcome to your first hypervodka hangover!"

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The End