Challenge 910 - One for the road
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m_findlowTitle: One for the road
Character: Ianto, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 910 - Crash at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Gwen and Ianto have had a long day and just need some sleep. A triple drabble.
‘I think it’s safe to say that Jack’s sent us on a wild goose chase,’ Ianto remarked, pawing through yet another box of dusty books and other knick knacks with latex gloves.
‘You think?’ Gwen replied with a tired, toothy grin. ‘I think he just didn’t have the patience for it.’
Fair point. It was only speculation that there was something alien in this old house, and only because the former occupant had been a journalist who’d been a thorn in Jack's side in the seventies. When he'd read the obituary in the Aberwystwyth local newspaper he'd sent them both out here to check out the place before it got cleaned out, convinced that there had to be at least one alien artifact out here that had started the relentless pursuit of Jack all those decades ago. It turned out that in their golden years they'd simply collected everything but the kitchen sink.
‘I’m happy to tell Jack there’s nothing here if you are,’ Ianto said. ‘We’ve been here all day.’ He paused to check his watch, ‘and most of the night.’ Then he yawned. ‘And we’ve still got a two and a half hour drive home before we can crawl into bed.’
‘Or…’ Gwen said.
He frowned at her. ‘Or what?’
‘Or we could crash here and drive back later.’
‘You want to stay in a dead person’s house?’
‘Well, they’re not here now,’ Gwen argued. ‘And let’s face it, most houses have had a dead person in them at some point in time. No point either of us driving tired.’
‘You realise there was only a single bed in there, didn't you?’
‘Yes,’ Gwen replied. ‘And you’re gay and I'm married. How bad could it be?’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘Fine. But I’ll deny there was any snuggling.’
‘I think it’s safe to say that Jack’s sent us on a wild goose chase,’ Ianto remarked, pawing through yet another box of dusty books and other knick knacks with latex gloves.
‘You think?’ Gwen replied with a tired, toothy grin. ‘I think he just didn’t have the patience for it.’
Fair point. It was only speculation that there was something alien in this old house, and only because the former occupant had been a journalist who’d been a thorn in Jack's side in the seventies. When he'd read the obituary in the Aberwystwyth local newspaper he'd sent them both out here to check out the place before it got cleaned out, convinced that there had to be at least one alien artifact out here that had started the relentless pursuit of Jack all those decades ago. It turned out that in their golden years they'd simply collected everything but the kitchen sink.
‘I’m happy to tell Jack there’s nothing here if you are,’ Ianto said. ‘We’ve been here all day.’ He paused to check his watch, ‘and most of the night.’ Then he yawned. ‘And we’ve still got a two and a half hour drive home before we can crawl into bed.’
‘Or…’ Gwen said.
He frowned at her. ‘Or what?’
‘Or we could crash here and drive back later.’
‘You want to stay in a dead person’s house?’
‘Well, they’re not here now,’ Gwen argued. ‘And let’s face it, most houses have had a dead person in them at some point in time. No point either of us driving tired.’
‘You realise there was only a single bed in there, didn't you?’
‘Yes,’ Gwen replied. ‘And you’re gay and I'm married. How bad could it be?’
Ianto heaved a sigh. ‘Fine. But I’ll deny there was any snuggling.’
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Date: 2026-03-29 09:56 am (UTC)