Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 539: Tree at tw100.
Summary: For some unknown reason, Jack seems to have a specific place in mind for their picnic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When Jack had told Ianto they were going on a picnic, Ianto had automatically assumed they’d be going to the beach, or out into the country, maybe even to one of Jack’s favourite rooftops, but no. Instead, they’d driven to Bute Park, which was all well and good; the park could be lovely at this time of year.
Jack, however, had been a man on a mission, leading Ianto ever deeper into the park, past countless perfectly suitable picnic spots, wending his way among the trees as though looking for something specific.
“Was there a Rift alert?” Ianto finally asked.
“You seem to be looking for something, I assumed you’d decided to kill two birds with one stone; Rift retrieval plus picnic.”
“No, nothing like that!” Jack insisted. He seemed a bit skittish though, so Ianto continued to frown as he followed his lover.
“Then why the trek?”
Jack didn’t reply, but at last he stopped beneath a tree. “Here we are! Recognise it?”
“No. Should I?”
“This is the tree where we met. It seemed appropriate.” Jack dropped to one knee. “Ianto Jones, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”
“Of course I will, twpsyn!”