Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 527: Watch at tw100.
Summary: Sometimes it’s good to just stand still and catch your breath.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto leaned on the railings at the edge of the Plas, enjoying the slightly chilly night air. The sky was clear, the stars like chips of diamond, and the full moon laid a path of silver across the bay.
This felt like the first time he’d had a chance to just stand still and catch his breath in forever, although he knew it had been less than twenty-four hours. That was Torchwood for you; some days were just non-stop from first thing in the morning to late at night, or the following day.
This was… somewhere in between. Pulling out his watch, Ianto checked the time by the light of the moon; it was just after three-thirty in the morning. That explained why he hadn’t seen another living soul since he’d got here; everyone else was probably in bed, aside for those who worked nights.
“There you are! I was looking for you.” Jack’s voice.
Ianto smiled to himself. “Here I am,” he agreed. “It’s nice here.” Fighting off invasions really worked up a sweat and the cool air felt good against his hot skin.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Plenty of room.”
Once again Torchwood had saved the world.