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Challenge 832 - Bailing out
Title: Bailing out
Character: Ianto, Jack, Rhiannon
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 832 - Excuse at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Dinner at Rhiannon's comes with its complications. A double drabble.
Ianto groaned inwardly as the alarm on his phone went off, in perfect sync with the alarm from Jack’s vortex manipulator. That could only mean trouble.
He wanted to sink down into the floor about as far as he could so as to avoid the baleful glares from his sister and her family. He felt wretched that the rift should interrupt dinner like this. And everything had been going so well. Jack had been on his best behaviour and Rhiannon had barely a bad word to say about her brother. Then the rift had to go and ruin it all.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Jack apologised, ‘but we’re going to have to make our excuses. Unfortunately the rift doesn’t care for family dinners together.’
‘It barely cares for a decent night’s sleep,’ Ianto added, hoping that would garner sympathy. No doubt Rhi would read him the riot act tomorrow.
‘Can it wait just five minutes?’ she asked. ‘I’ll pack you up some leftovers and a tub of bread and butter pudding. God knows you’ve hardly had a bite yet, so take some for when you get a break.’
Ianto leaned over and whispered, ‘I think she’s been taken over by aliens.’
Ianto groaned inwardly as the alarm on his phone went off, in perfect sync with the alarm from Jack’s vortex manipulator. That could only mean trouble.
He wanted to sink down into the floor about as far as he could so as to avoid the baleful glares from his sister and her family. He felt wretched that the rift should interrupt dinner like this. And everything had been going so well. Jack had been on his best behaviour and Rhiannon had barely a bad word to say about her brother. Then the rift had to go and ruin it all.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Jack apologised, ‘but we’re going to have to make our excuses. Unfortunately the rift doesn’t care for family dinners together.’
‘It barely cares for a decent night’s sleep,’ Ianto added, hoping that would garner sympathy. No doubt Rhi would read him the riot act tomorrow.
‘Can it wait just five minutes?’ she asked. ‘I’ll pack you up some leftovers and a tub of bread and butter pudding. God knows you’ve hardly had a bite yet, so take some for when you get a break.’
Ianto leaned over and whispered, ‘I think she’s been taken over by aliens.’