Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 454: Idea at tw100.
Summary: They needed a safe place to wait for backup, but…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Jack winced. Ianto was not happy, and was making that very clear at a volume that was fast giving him a headache. Well, that and the incessant pounding were. It was like being inside a drum.
“I told you this was a bad idea, but did you listen to me? Of course not; when do you ever listen to me?”
Resisting the temptation to say he listened to Ianto all the time, Jack replied meekly, “We needed somewhere to hide from that thing.”
“We had any number of places we could’ve hidden, but you had to drag me in here!”
“It’s solid metal!” Jack pointed out. “I thought it would protect us!”
“Oh, it’s protecting us alright. It’s protecting us so well that now we can’t get out!”
“I don’t want to get out; that thing’s out there! Did you see its teeth? And the claws! Besides, we’re keeping it busy until the team gets here with the heavy artillery.”
They covered their ears at the rending screech of claws against metal.
“Wonderful,” Ianto groaned when the noise stopped. “Rusted wrecks everywhere and you lock us in the boot of the smallest car you can find!”
“It was the closest!”