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.

275. After The Storm

Title: After The Storm

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, mentions Team Torchwood

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: The British weather has been causing problems for Torchwood too.

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

A/N: Inspired by the weather here.

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I love Janto: The money is a nice bonus, but reminiscing over what they used some of the other things for is making spring-cleaning much more enjoyable for Ianto. I imagine when those two are trying to strip each other in a hurry, clothes and other things go everywhere and lost things always seenm to find their way under the couch, lol! Thank you!

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sandysan2013: There's never a dull mpment with a Jack in the house, lol! Thank you!

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Guest: I'm inagining they went out on a date with Jack all dolled up in stockings, high heels, a really stunning dress, probably a wig. Then they got home and Ianto practically threw Jack onto the couch before taking his time undressing him. Maybe it'll be Ianto's turn to dress up next time.

When you're immortal, those extra pounds just vanish if you get killed, but even without that, chasing Weevils burns off the extra calories. ;)

I'm thinking the Alien porn mag is Jack's own property, perhaps retrieved from the TARDIS the last time Jack was on board. It's not in the same category as alien tech.

Thank you.

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It had been a tough few days, the Rift as unsettled as the weather. Multiple Rift spikes had sent the team out into torrential rain and gale force winds countless times, retrieving everything from broken alien toasters to unstable explosive devices and an invasion attempt by lizard-like aliens which failed miserably because being cold-blooded, they hadn't the energy to fight.

The Rift had finally settled sometime during the night while the waterlogged team were trying to get dry. Now, as dawn broke over the bay, Ianto smiled as a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds. Torchwood had weathered the storm.

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The End