Title: Cold and wet
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 478 - Smoke at
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Summary: Jack is convinced that they're wandering aimlessly. A double drabble.
Jack huffed, pulling his coat tighter around his body, even though it felt like a leaden weight on his shoulders, carrying half the rainfall of Wales within its woollen fibres. To Jack it seemed as if it had done nothing but rain for the last two hours.
He stared daggers into the back of Ianto’s parka hood, the light olive grey having turned much darker as it became wet. He should never have let Ianto take point and insisted the hike back to the SUV to shelter until the weather let up. They were never going to find anything out in these torrid conditions.
‘We should go back!’ Jack yelled at him. There was still a chance they might not die from hypothermia yet, even if the SUV had to be more than an hour’s hike back the other way.
‘I thought you wanted out of the rain,’ Ianto called back over his shoulder.
‘I do,’ Jack replied, but this is getting us nowhere. ‘Just admit that you’re lost.’
Ianto huffed and turned to face him. ‘I’m not lost. He pointed off into the distance. I’ve been following that tendril of chimney smoke for ages. Where there’s fire there’s shelter.’
Jack huffed, pulling his coat tighter around his body, even though it felt like a leaden weight on his shoulders, carrying half the rainfall of Wales within its woollen fibres. To Jack it seemed as if it had done nothing but rain for the last two hours.
He stared daggers into the back of Ianto’s parka hood, the light olive grey having turned much darker as it became wet. He should never have let Ianto take point and insisted the hike back to the SUV to shelter until the weather let up. They were never going to find anything out in these torrid conditions.
‘We should go back!’ Jack yelled at him. There was still a chance they might not die from hypothermia yet, even if the SUV had to be more than an hour’s hike back the other way.
‘I thought you wanted out of the rain,’ Ianto called back over his shoulder.
‘I do,’ Jack replied, but this is getting us nowhere. ‘Just admit that you’re lost.’
Ianto huffed and turned to face him. ‘I’m not lost. He pointed off into the distance. I’ve been following that tendril of chimney smoke for ages. Where there’s fire there’s shelter.’
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Date: 2025-12-06 12:06 pm (UTC)