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Drabble_weekly Challenge 418 - False alarm
Title: False alarm
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 418 - Burn at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack and Ianto hit panic stations as the smell of smoke is detected in the hub. A triple drabble.
Jack and Ianto walked the corridors of the hub arm in arm, having spent their early morning out at breakfast and carrying back paper cups of coffee to help them face whatever came next.
Ianto was laughing as Jack regaled him with some of his lesser, yet still amusing tales. Jack was about to describe how it felt to be riding a roman chariot without clothes as his only means of escaping one furious emperor when he came to a complete stop, the words dying on his lips. ‘Do you smell that?’
Ianto’s face scrunched ever so slightly as the same acrid smell was detected by his nose. ‘Is that smoke?’ he asked as they both dropped their coffee cups and sped down the corridor towards the source of the smell. A fire inside the hub would be catastrophic, if not only because the enclosed space would make the place fill with deadly smoke in minutes, but because of the ton of sensitive alien technology that could react in unexpected ways.
Jack was the first to spot Tosh near the kitchen. ‘Where’s the fire?’ he demanded to know, springing into action and ready to evacuate his team if need be.
She looked sheepishly at her feet, the complete opposite to how he expected her to be reacting to a fire inside the hub. ‘Sorry, that was me. Don’t panic though, it was only a little fire.’
Jack felt confused. ‘What?’
Tosh pointed at the benchtop and the slightly smoking remains of a bright red toaster. ‘I was making breakfast. I got distracted by the overnight rift reports and burnt my toast.’
Ianto peered over the toaster. ‘Cremated would be more accurate,’ wafting away the charred odour.
‘Sorry,’ Tosh apologised again. ‘I don’t know what it is with me and toasters.’
Jack and Ianto walked the corridors of the hub arm in arm, having spent their early morning out at breakfast and carrying back paper cups of coffee to help them face whatever came next.
Ianto was laughing as Jack regaled him with some of his lesser, yet still amusing tales. Jack was about to describe how it felt to be riding a roman chariot without clothes as his only means of escaping one furious emperor when he came to a complete stop, the words dying on his lips. ‘Do you smell that?’
Ianto’s face scrunched ever so slightly as the same acrid smell was detected by his nose. ‘Is that smoke?’ he asked as they both dropped their coffee cups and sped down the corridor towards the source of the smell. A fire inside the hub would be catastrophic, if not only because the enclosed space would make the place fill with deadly smoke in minutes, but because of the ton of sensitive alien technology that could react in unexpected ways.
Jack was the first to spot Tosh near the kitchen. ‘Where’s the fire?’ he demanded to know, springing into action and ready to evacuate his team if need be.
She looked sheepishly at her feet, the complete opposite to how he expected her to be reacting to a fire inside the hub. ‘Sorry, that was me. Don’t panic though, it was only a little fire.’
Jack felt confused. ‘What?’
Tosh pointed at the benchtop and the slightly smoking remains of a bright red toaster. ‘I was making breakfast. I got distracted by the overnight rift reports and burnt my toast.’
Ianto peered over the toaster. ‘Cremated would be more accurate,’ wafting away the charred odour.
‘Sorry,’ Tosh apologised again. ‘I don’t know what it is with me and toasters.’