Challenge 700 - Solidarity
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m_findlowTitle: Solidarity
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 700 - Glass at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: A drink shared is a pain shared. A double drabble.
Ianto moved slowly around Jack's office, pouring the amber liquid from the beautiful crystal decanter into the equally beautiful cut crystal glasses. Owen and Tosh needed it the most. Poor Gwen, having Ed Morgan come at her like that, forcing the knife she held deep into his torso, assuaging himself of the guilt he'd carried for decades. She wasn't to blame. It could have happened to any of them.
He raised a subtle eyebrow at Tosh and she nodded back. She didn't normally drink spirits, and like him, she hadn't been there when it had happened, but she felt shaken all the same. It made him feel less bad about pouring himself one, and then, even more surprisingly, getting approval to add a fifth glass, serving their captain. It was his scotch after all, though he rarely partook in it. Tonight however was a time for them to band together and console one another that the future was, to some extent, fixed in place, and no matter how much they tried to change it, it was as inevitable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.
Jack was right. Knowing the future wasn't meant for them.
Ianto moved slowly around Jack's office, pouring the amber liquid from the beautiful crystal decanter into the equally beautiful cut crystal glasses. Owen and Tosh needed it the most. Poor Gwen, having Ed Morgan come at her like that, forcing the knife she held deep into his torso, assuaging himself of the guilt he'd carried for decades. She wasn't to blame. It could have happened to any of them.
He raised a subtle eyebrow at Tosh and she nodded back. She didn't normally drink spirits, and like him, she hadn't been there when it had happened, but she felt shaken all the same. It made him feel less bad about pouring himself one, and then, even more surprisingly, getting approval to add a fifth glass, serving their captain. It was his scotch after all, though he rarely partook in it. Tonight however was a time for them to band together and console one another that the future was, to some extent, fixed in place, and no matter how much they tried to change it, it was as inevitable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.
Jack was right. Knowing the future wasn't meant for them.
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