Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 485: Weather at tw100.
Summary: Even the most perfect vacations have to come to an end at some point.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
On the last day of their glorious tropical vacation, Ianto stared wistfully out at the vista of white sand and turquoise sea beneath a canopy of cloudless blue sky and the blazing warmth of the sun. This place was as close to paradise on earth as he could imagine and his heart broke a little at the thought of having to return to the cold, rainy Cardiff winter waiting for them back home. If only they could move the Rift to somewhere like this.
Of course, then that would mean chasing Weevils and dealing with whatever else the Rift brought them in scorching temperatures, which would make the beautiful weather far less appealing. It was probably best if the Rift stayed where it was, but if he could just pack some sunbeams and a tropical breeze or two, he was sure he could find room for them in his suitcase…
“Shame we can’t bottle some of this weather and take it home with us,” Jack said, sprawled beside Ianto in the shade of the palm trees at the edge of their private stretch of beach.
“I was just thinking that,” Ianto replied.
For now, he’d enjoy it while he could.