Title: The Sixth Day…
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, team, OMCs
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 6 of 'The Twelve Days of Riftmas'. I think I might finally have an idea for Day 12.
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I love Janto: I probably should have posted the words to start with - I will when I post all of these together as a one-shot. Thank you.
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Guest: I hope the lords won't be a disappointment. As for Mother Goose, she was otherwise employed so I had to find a stand-in. ;)
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On the sixth day of Christmas, half a dozen hunky men suddenly appeared in the middle of the Plas, complete with a half-built section of brick wall.
"Now that's more like it!" exclaimed Jack.
"You stay right there," Ianto told him. "They're confused enough already, the last thing they need is you flirting at them."
"Spoilsport," Jack muttered.
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On returning, Ianto had some good news.
"At least they're still in the right time. We just have to get them back to Cornwall."
"I think I'm getting the hang of this," said Jack. "Six guys a-laying."
Ianto gave a pained smile.
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TBC in 'The Seventh Day…'