Challenge 793 - The year ahead
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m_findlowTitle: The year ahead
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 793 - Twinkle at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Tosh wants to know what lies ahead. A double drabble.
It might have been bitterly cold outside, lying on the roof of the Millennium Centre, but it was as perfectly clear a night as they could have asked for. Overhead the stars twinkled in all their beauty, interrupted only by the even brighter twinkling of the fireworks as they exploded overhead in bursts of pink and green and red and yellow. The alcohol was no doubt also helping to ease the chill in their bones as they gripped their plastic champagne flutes between mittened hands.
‘What kind of year do you think next year will be?’ Tosh asked. ‘Will it be a good year or a bad year or something in between, do you think?’
Owen sipped his champagne. ‘I think it’ll be a year of stinky weevils and stupid policemen.’
Gwen giggled. ‘They’re not that bad.’
‘Who? The weevils or the policemen?’ That earned a round of laughs from everyone.
‘What do you think, Jack?’ Tosh asked. ‘You’re from the future.’
Jack kept his eyes on the stars. ‘I never studied Earth’s “history”,’ he replied, referring to their future. ‘I prefer not knowing what tomorrow might bring. That’s what makes life exciting. But let’s hope it’s a good year.’
It might have been bitterly cold outside, lying on the roof of the Millennium Centre, but it was as perfectly clear a night as they could have asked for. Overhead the stars twinkled in all their beauty, interrupted only by the even brighter twinkling of the fireworks as they exploded overhead in bursts of pink and green and red and yellow. The alcohol was no doubt also helping to ease the chill in their bones as they gripped their plastic champagne flutes between mittened hands.
‘What kind of year do you think next year will be?’ Tosh asked. ‘Will it be a good year or a bad year or something in between, do you think?’
Owen sipped his champagne. ‘I think it’ll be a year of stinky weevils and stupid policemen.’
Gwen giggled. ‘They’re not that bad.’
‘Who? The weevils or the policemen?’ That earned a round of laughs from everyone.
‘What do you think, Jack?’ Tosh asked. ‘You’re from the future.’
Jack kept his eyes on the stars. ‘I never studied Earth’s “history”,’ he replied, referring to their future. ‘I prefer not knowing what tomorrow might bring. That’s what makes life exciting. But let’s hope it’s a good year.’
