Drabble_weekly Challenge 346 - Tough days
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Title: Tough days
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 346 - Days like this at
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Summary: Bad days at Torchwood are the worst. A double drabble.
Ianto sidled up beside Jack, joining to watch the large warehouse billowing out thick black smoke and in parts, orange flame beginning to lick at the edges. ‘You know, I've never burned down a whole building before,’ he remarked. ‘I once set fire to a bin when I was eleven, but that was technically an accident.’
Jack didn't respond to the attempted levity, continuing to let the smoke imbue his clothes and skin as it filled the air. It was less of a fire than it was a funeral pyre, just the two of them here to pay their respects to the cremating remains of the space whale inside its metal coffin.
Ianto sighed. ‘It's days like this that make you wonder why we bother with this job.’
Jack turned his head at the comment. That was the sort of thing he was supposed to say, reflecting on the futility of trying to save the creature. He'd even stupidly announced that they were going to send it back through the rift. It was a daft notion, but he'd wanted to impress. There was nothing impressive about this.
‘Someone has to do it,’ he replied, wishing he had a better answer.
Ianto sidled up beside Jack, joining to watch the large warehouse billowing out thick black smoke and in parts, orange flame beginning to lick at the edges. ‘You know, I've never burned down a whole building before,’ he remarked. ‘I once set fire to a bin when I was eleven, but that was technically an accident.’
Jack didn't respond to the attempted levity, continuing to let the smoke imbue his clothes and skin as it filled the air. It was less of a fire than it was a funeral pyre, just the two of them here to pay their respects to the cremating remains of the space whale inside its metal coffin.
Ianto sighed. ‘It's days like this that make you wonder why we bother with this job.’
Jack turned his head at the comment. That was the sort of thing he was supposed to say, reflecting on the futility of trying to save the creature. He'd even stupidly announced that they were going to send it back through the rift. It was a daft notion, but he'd wanted to impress. There was nothing impressive about this.
‘Someone has to do it,’ he replied, wishing he had a better answer.