Challenge 890 - Hot stuff
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m_findlowTitle: Hot stuff
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 890 - Hot at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Some things can't be outdone. A double drabble.
'Ah,' Jack beamed, leaning back in his chair at the top of the boardroom table. 'Here comes the hero of the hour.'
Ianto blushed as he entered with the tray full of coffees and biscuits, carefully setting each one in front of its respective recipient before putting the platter of biscuits in the middle of the table, grabbing a Garibaldi and settling into his own seat. It had been a long, busy day and everyone was glad for the chance to finally sit down and debrief the day's events. Ianto sipped at his own cup and couldn't deny that a hot drink was just what he needed.
Jack took a loud slurp and then sighed. 'That is literally the best thing all day.'
'Better than taking down three weevils single-handedly?' Owen asked.
'Better than managing to decode that ancient Silurian data cache?' Tosh asked.
'Better than preventing the entire Senedd from being trafficked for alien organ donation?' Gwen asked.
'Yep,' Jack replied. 'A mug of Ianto's perfect hot coffee beats all of that hands down.'
Ianto sank down in his chair as three jealous glares bore down on him. Sometimes it didn't pay to be too good at your job.
'Ah,' Jack beamed, leaning back in his chair at the top of the boardroom table. 'Here comes the hero of the hour.'
Ianto blushed as he entered with the tray full of coffees and biscuits, carefully setting each one in front of its respective recipient before putting the platter of biscuits in the middle of the table, grabbing a Garibaldi and settling into his own seat. It had been a long, busy day and everyone was glad for the chance to finally sit down and debrief the day's events. Ianto sipped at his own cup and couldn't deny that a hot drink was just what he needed.
Jack took a loud slurp and then sighed. 'That is literally the best thing all day.'
'Better than taking down three weevils single-handedly?' Owen asked.
'Better than managing to decode that ancient Silurian data cache?' Tosh asked.
'Better than preventing the entire Senedd from being trafficked for alien organ donation?' Gwen asked.
'Yep,' Jack replied. 'A mug of Ianto's perfect hot coffee beats all of that hands down.'
Ianto sank down in his chair as three jealous glares bore down on him. Sometimes it didn't pay to be too good at your job.
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Date: 2025-11-09 10:48 am (UTC)