Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 519: Automatic at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is used to being woken in the middle of the night.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Work for Torchwood long enough and certain things become automatic. When the cog-door alarms go off, you look to see who’s coming in. When the Rift Alert goes off you stop what you’re doing in case you’re needed. Before leaving the Hub you check your gun. Most of the time you won’t need it, but you have to make sure you’ve not only got it with you, but that it’s loaded and ready for use if necessary.
And if your phone goes off in the middle of the night, you drag yourself out of bed and start getting dressed even while you’re answering it.
Ianto throws back the covers and snatches up his phone with one hand, thumb pressing the button to accept the call while with his other hand he’s tugging his shorts on. Holding the phone to his ear he tries to remember where his trousers are, starting across the room and barking his shins on a chair that shouldn’t be there.
“Good morning, gorgeous! How’s the Big Apple treating you?”
That’s when he remembers where he is and looks at the clock, groaning.
“Bloody hell, Jack, it’s four in the morning!”
“Oops! Forgot the time difference.”