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.

2708. Not Forecast

Title: Not Forecast

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Owen.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 826: Noise at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: While Ianto and Owen are out in the country, the weather takes a turn for the worst.

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

A/N: Triple drabble.

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"What's that noise?" Owen looked around nervously. He hated the countryside at the best of times, but when he had to contend with weird noises as well…

"Thunder," Ianto said calmly, looking up at the sky.

"Can't be. There's only a little bit of cloud, and it's not even that dark, just light grey. Besides, today's forecast was dry with some cloud. I checked."

"Forecasts aren't always right, and weather can change fast."

The ominous rumble made itself known again, and Ianto veered away from the direction they'd been going, towards what looked like a ramshackle stone barn.

"Now where're you goin'? The signal's that way!" Owen pointed in the direction they'd been going.

Lighting flickered overhead, and thunder rumbled again soon after. "You can stay out in the storm if you like, but I'm going to take shelter until the storm passes. I don't fancy getting soaked."

"Those trees are closer than that shack, and we're heading towards them," Owen grumbled. "Or we were."

"Lightning has a bad habit of hitting the tallest thing around, and those trees qualify, but if you want to chance it, be my guest." Ianto picked up the pace, striding across the grass. "I prefer something with a bit more solidity to it. Barns are built to withstand all kinds of weather."

"This is a waste of time. It's not going to rain." Owen grudgingly trailed after Ianto, unwilling to be separated from the only human around, especially since Ianto had coffee and snacks in his backpack.

"Says you."

Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and Ianto broke into a run, with Owen scrambling to keep up. A few moments later, they felt the first drops of rain, but by the time the heavens opened, they were in the barn.

"Stupid weather," Owen moaned.

"Stop complaining."

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The End