Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 442: Cloud at tw100.
Summary: It’s a nice day to be out in the country.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: A double drabble.
Rift retrievals in the countryside could be a pain in the arse, but for once they had nice weather for it, so despite the early hour, Ianto was happy to accompany Jack into the wilds. It was quite a hike, so at the top of a steep hill, not far from the coordinates of the Rift spike, they stopped to catch their breath and have a badly needed drink.
Ianto pulled out a flask of his best brew, pouring them a cup each, and they sat quietly on a rock, admiring the scenery, waiting for the steaming hot coffee to cool enough to be drinkable.
Jack was the first to pick up his cup. Considering the way he could gulp down liquids at temperatures that would burn anyone else, Ianto was convinced something in the other man’s futuristic genetic makeup must mean he not only had a cast iron stomach, but that his tongue was impervious to heat. Lucky bastard.
“There’s a cloud in my coffee…”
“What?” Ianto glanced across; sure enough, a small, white, fluffy thing was half in Jack’s mug. Ianto poked it cautiously with a spoon. It squeaked.
“I think we’ve found our alien.”