Challenge 899 - Tripped up
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m_findlowTitle: Tripped up
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 899 - Fog at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen and Ianto have been set a tricky challenge. A double drabble.
‘We’re never going to find anything in this muck,’ Owen complained. ‘Where are you, anyway?’
Ianto growled. ‘Right bloody next to you. That was my foot you just trod on.’
‘Well, it shouldn’t have been hiding in the fog,’ Owen replied.
‘Duly noted for next time,’ Ianto said, moving a few yards off to the left to avoid it happening again. He’d much prefer bumping headlong into a parking sign or falling into the gutter than having Owen trampling on him.
‘You sure this isn’t rift related?’ Owen swore under his breath as he managed to find something else to run into.
‘Jack assures me that the weather is totally unrelated to us,’ Ianto replied. ‘Just a freak pressure system coming off the Briston Channel causing it.’
Owen tutted, barely a shadowy outline in the sodium-lit whiteness. ‘How does he expect us to find whatever came through? We can't even see each other.’
‘We’ve still got our equipment,’ Ianto replied. ‘No different to landing a plane issuing instruments rather than visual flight rules.’
‘Right. And when have either of us ever landed a plane?’
Ianto sighed. ‘You know what I mean. We’re bound to trip over it sooner or later.’
‘We’re never going to find anything in this muck,’ Owen complained. ‘Where are you, anyway?’
Ianto growled. ‘Right bloody next to you. That was my foot you just trod on.’
‘Well, it shouldn’t have been hiding in the fog,’ Owen replied.
‘Duly noted for next time,’ Ianto said, moving a few yards off to the left to avoid it happening again. He’d much prefer bumping headlong into a parking sign or falling into the gutter than having Owen trampling on him.
‘You sure this isn’t rift related?’ Owen swore under his breath as he managed to find something else to run into.
‘Jack assures me that the weather is totally unrelated to us,’ Ianto replied. ‘Just a freak pressure system coming off the Briston Channel causing it.’
Owen tutted, barely a shadowy outline in the sodium-lit whiteness. ‘How does he expect us to find whatever came through? We can't even see each other.’
‘We’ve still got our equipment,’ Ianto replied. ‘No different to landing a plane issuing instruments rather than visual flight rules.’
‘Right. And when have either of us ever landed a plane?’
Ianto sighed. ‘You know what I mean. We’re bound to trip over it sooner or later.’
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Date: 2026-01-11 10:55 am (UTC)