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m_findlowTitle: Far from home
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 384 - Driving home at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Gwen and Rhys' date night takes a less than unexpected turn. A triple drabble.
Gwen felt content as she sat in the passenger seat, watching Rhys turn the car out onto Castle Street. They’d had a lovely dinner out and Rhys hadn’t even complained about anything. Not even the way the restaurant had tried to sneak a tip onto their credit card bill, wedged in between the tiramisu and the final bill total. Life was good.
Then in a flash of blue lights, something cut across their lane, missing them by a few yards at best, and sped away in the opposite direction. Gwen knew that car anywhere.
‘Christ!’ Rhys swore, swerving them back into their lane before hitting anything else. In the distance, other cars could be heard honking horns in protest to the lunatic at the helm of the black SUV.
‘Go after it,’ Gwen said, trying not to lose sight of it.
Rhys shook his head. ‘Oh, no. Gwen, you promised me. One night without bloody Torchwood coming and buggering things up.’
‘We were driving back home anyway.’ She grabbed her takeaway cappuccino from the centre cupholder and swigged back the remaining half in two swallows, certain she might need the extra caffeine hit later.
‘They haven't even called you for help.’ Her phone should have been screaming at her by now.
‘Yeah, and that SUV that rushed past us is just out for a joyride.’ Mind you, knowing Jack and the way he drove, they could merely be going for fish and chips.
‘One night off, Gwen. That's all I asked.’
‘And you got it. In twenty minutes you'd have been in bed, dead to the world and making enough noise to rouse half the weevils in Cardiff. Now turn that bloody car around and follow them.’
Rhys groaned, knowing he wouldn't win the argument. Home would have to wait.
Gwen felt content as she sat in the passenger seat, watching Rhys turn the car out onto Castle Street. They’d had a lovely dinner out and Rhys hadn’t even complained about anything. Not even the way the restaurant had tried to sneak a tip onto their credit card bill, wedged in between the tiramisu and the final bill total. Life was good.
Then in a flash of blue lights, something cut across their lane, missing them by a few yards at best, and sped away in the opposite direction. Gwen knew that car anywhere.
‘Christ!’ Rhys swore, swerving them back into their lane before hitting anything else. In the distance, other cars could be heard honking horns in protest to the lunatic at the helm of the black SUV.
‘Go after it,’ Gwen said, trying not to lose sight of it.
Rhys shook his head. ‘Oh, no. Gwen, you promised me. One night without bloody Torchwood coming and buggering things up.’
‘We were driving back home anyway.’ She grabbed her takeaway cappuccino from the centre cupholder and swigged back the remaining half in two swallows, certain she might need the extra caffeine hit later.
‘They haven't even called you for help.’ Her phone should have been screaming at her by now.
‘Yeah, and that SUV that rushed past us is just out for a joyride.’ Mind you, knowing Jack and the way he drove, they could merely be going for fish and chips.
‘One night off, Gwen. That's all I asked.’
‘And you got it. In twenty minutes you'd have been in bed, dead to the world and making enough noise to rouse half the weevils in Cardiff. Now turn that bloody car around and follow them.’
Rhys groaned, knowing he wouldn't win the argument. Home would have to wait.
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Date: 2024-02-10 10:44 am (UTC)