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.

402. Late Night Alert

Title: Late Night Alert

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack and Ianto have a late night Rift alert to deal with.

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

A/N: Prompt at the end.

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I love Janto: I think you've nailed it. He may be dead, but he's still a doctor and saving lives is what he does, he can't stand by while a young woman commits suicide. I think it made him feel that he could still do his job after all.

Thank you! I'm hoping I'll get there in good time =)

Say It With Flowers - Owen needed to make a big gesture to make up for being an ass! Tosh was charmed =)

Thank you!

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Just after two in the morning, the deafening sound of the Rift alarm dragged Jack and Ianto from a deep sleep.

"Bugger. That's all we need after the day we've had," Ianto muttered, dragging himself from the bed and going to check the coordinates. Jack followed with their clothes.

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Three hours later, they trudged back into the Hub, covered in mud from chasing several dozen three-legged aliens around Bute Park in the pouring rain, trying to get them back into their spaceship.

"We should've stayed in bed," Ianto grumbled. "I could've told you nothing good ever happens after 2 am."

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The End

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A/N2: Title used was 'Nothing Good Happens After 2 am'