Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 569: Late at tw100.
Summary: Jack’s in need of some urgent help.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto picked up his phone on the third ring, not bothering to check who was calling. This late at night there was only one person it was likely to be. “Jack. What’s up?”
“Got a bit of a situation. I need you down at the docks, fast as you can get here.”
“On my way. Want me to call the rest of the team?”
“No, I’ll do it. Not much else I can do while I’m waiting.”
By now Ianto was out of bed and half dressed. “Okay, should be there in fifteen minutes.” He hung up, pulled a sweater over his head, and hurried down the stairs, shoving his feet into trainers and grabbing coat and car keys on his way out the door.
He was the first of the team to arrive at the docks, parking beside the SUV. Jack was nowhere in sight. Slipping his bluetooth earpiece into place, Ianto clicked the button. “Jack? Where are you?”
“Fletcher’s Wharf. Grab the anti-gravity clamps. And hurry.” Jack sounded breathless.
“What happened?” Ianto asked when he reached Jack’s position.
“I don’t know. It gurgled then it fell on me,” Jack gasped from underneath an enormous dead alien.