Title: The Third Day…
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen, OFCs
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 3 of 'The Twelve Days of Riftmas'. Still stuck on Part 12, and not sure about part 8...
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I love Janto: Maybe there isn't any treasure! I might write the ending to some of these at a later date if anyone is interested, but for now the focus in on WHAT the rift dumps on Torchwood on each of the Twelve Days of Christmas, rather than on what Torchwood does with them afterwards. Thank you.
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On the third day of Christmas, the police called again. They'd picked up three very confused young ladies who claimed to have been in France only moments before.
Naturally, Owen volunteered to go and collect them.
Jack sent Tosh, who brought them to the tourist office.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked.
"According to Sabine, Odette and Denise, they were at their friend's hen party in Rouen," said Tosh.
"Of course they were," sighed Ianto.
"Anyway, there was a bright light and suddenly they found themselves in Cardiff. They've also jumped approximately 17 years into the future."
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TBC in 'The Fourth Day…'