Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Team.
Written For: Challenge 485: Weather at tw100.
Summary: Welsh weather is changeable, but this is ridiculous!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The Welsh weather was well known for being changeable, especially along the coast, but even so this was a bit extreme. The day had started out quite a bit warmer than average for late spring, tempting people to venture out in their shirt sleeves, under the weather forecaster’s promise that the warm spell would last for several days, so nobody was prepared when in the middle of their mini heatwave, clouds suddenly swept in from nowhere and it started to snow.
It wasn’t just one of those random light sprinkles that sometimes happened in spring either; rather it was a full-on blizzard, the thickly falling flakes reducing visibility to a few feet.
“This can’t be natural!” Ianto said, huddled in a doorway with the rest of the team.
With frozen fingers, Tosh used her PDA to access mainframe. “It’s not,” she agreed through chattering teeth. “According to this, a Rift portal opened at high altitude, bringing snow clouds from the last ice age into the present. If it’s any consolation, it should only last for an hour or two.”
“Charming!” Ianto grumbled. He turned to Owen. “This is all your fault! Why’d you have to complain about being too hot?”