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Challenge 808 - The early bird
Title: The early bird
Character: Owen, Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 808 - Light at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack struggles to motivate the team in the wee small hours. A double drabble.
Jack poked each of his teammates in turn, receiving groans from both of them on the second attempt. ‘Rise and shine, people,’ Jack said, sounding far too chipper for someone who’d had less than three hours sleep.
Owen grumbled some more, flailing an arm out of his sleeping bag and hitting the side of the tent, making the fabric ripple in the torchlight. ‘Have I ever mentioned how much I hate camping?'
‘Several times,’ Ianto replied, shuffling out of his own bag, tugging his beanie down over his ears and sluggishly tugging his boots back on.
‘We need to be there at first light if we’re going to have a chance at capturing it,’ Jack reminded them. ‘It likes to hunt early.’
‘First light?’ Owen moaned. ‘It’s pitch black right now and the middle of the sodding night!’
‘It’s a long walk,’ Jack replied.
‘Yippee,’ Owen said. ‘Please tell me there’s at least coffee.’
‘No time for relighting a fire and boiling water,’ Jack said.
Ianto looked crestfallen. ‘Now even I hate camping.’
Owen flopped back down. ‘I vote for sleeping in.’
‘Fine,’ Jack said, ‘but it’ll mean we camp out for another night.’
Both of them started moving then.
Jack poked each of his teammates in turn, receiving groans from both of them on the second attempt. ‘Rise and shine, people,’ Jack said, sounding far too chipper for someone who’d had less than three hours sleep.
Owen grumbled some more, flailing an arm out of his sleeping bag and hitting the side of the tent, making the fabric ripple in the torchlight. ‘Have I ever mentioned how much I hate camping?'
‘Several times,’ Ianto replied, shuffling out of his own bag, tugging his beanie down over his ears and sluggishly tugging his boots back on.
‘We need to be there at first light if we’re going to have a chance at capturing it,’ Jack reminded them. ‘It likes to hunt early.’
‘First light?’ Owen moaned. ‘It’s pitch black right now and the middle of the sodding night!’
‘It’s a long walk,’ Jack replied.
‘Yippee,’ Owen said. ‘Please tell me there’s at least coffee.’
‘No time for relighting a fire and boiling water,’ Jack said.
Ianto looked crestfallen. ‘Now even I hate camping.’
Owen flopped back down. ‘I vote for sleeping in.’
‘Fine,’ Jack said, ‘but it’ll mean we camp out for another night.’
Both of them started moving then.
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