Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 520: Call at tw100.
Summary: Ianto gets a rude awakening.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double Drabble.
Dragged out of peaceful sleep by the blaring of the 1812 overture, Ianto stuck one arm out from under the covers and groped for his phone on the nightstand, dragging it into his cosy cocoon and silencing the racket. He clapped the phone to his ear.
“Good morning, sunshine! This is your wake-up call! I trust you slept well?”
Having crawled into bed just after four in the morning, Ianto wasn’t at all sure that question deserved an answer. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Of course I do, but apparently you don’t.”
“Huh?” Ianto pulled the phone back from his ear and checked the time display, blinked, stuck his head out from under the covers and looked at his bedside alarm clock. The cheery red numbers flashed back at him: 12.37pm.
“Shit!” He slapped the phone back to his ear. “Sorry, Jack, I must’ve forgotten to set my alarm last night.” Thinking back, he could dimly recall that he’d been intending to do it, just as soon as he got beneath the covers, but… obviously he hadn’t or it would have gone off.
“You’re forgiven; it was a late night. Get here when you can.”