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.

738. Rhubarb

Title: Rhubarb

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 341: Pies at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack cooks up a treat.

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

A/N: My fourth - and probably final - drabble for Challenge 341: Pies at tw100. This one has two versions, the official drabble and the extended 150 word version, which I prefer.

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SV: I think there's a Flat-Pack gene - you and I have it, our sisters don't. I've put so many things together, often on my own, and never had a problem or anything left over that shouldn't be; the same can't be said for my sister. Or my dad, when he was still alive.

Thank you.

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Passerby: I've got some lovely things from IKEA, easy to put together and very sturdy. Flat-pack doesn't have to be a problem.

Thank you.

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Drabble version

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Strolling through ASDA, doing the shopping, Jack stopped so suddenly that Ianto walked smack into him.

"Ow! Watch where you're going!"

"Wasn't my fault, you shouldn't have stopped. Why did you?"

"Rhubarb," was Jack's helpful answer.

"Of course," Ianto replied, deadpan.

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OoOoO

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Hours later, Ianto watched Jack take the rhubarb pie out of the oven and cut into it, letting out clouds of steam and an enticing aroma. Waiting for it to cool enough to eat was torture.

When he finally sampled it, Ianto decided he must be in heaven.

"Delicious! I must admit, this was one of your better ideas!"

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The End

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Extended version

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Strolling through ASDA, doing the shopping one relatively lazy day, Jack stopped so abruptly that Ianto, who was walking behind him studying his shopping list, walked smack into him.

"Ow!" Jack yelped. "Watch where you're going!"

"Wasn't my fault, you shouldn't have stopped without warning. Why did you?"

"Rhubarb," was Jack's helpful answer.

"Of course," Ianto replied, deadpan.

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OoOoOoO

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Later that afternoon, sitting in their cosy kitchen, Ianto watched as Jack took the freshly baked rhubarb pie out of the oven and cut into it, letting out a cloud of steam and a mouth-watering aroma. Waiting for it to cool enough for them to eat was sheer torture.

When he finally got to sample it, Ianto decided he must be in heaven.

"Delicious! I have to admit, this was one of your better ideas!"

"There's nothing to beat a homemade rhubarb pie," Jack agreed. "More custard?"

"Don't mind if I do."

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The End