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m_findlowTitle: Painful reminder
Fandom: Torchwood
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 496 - Mist at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack and Ianto have let something very important slip their minds. A triple drabble.
‘I am gonna murder a fry up this morning,’ Jack said as he and Ianto made their way down the tunnel that led to the underground Millenium Centre carpark. ‘I need to replenish my energy after last night.’
‘I think I feel like french toast,’ Ianto replied. ‘Something with a nice warm berry sauce.’
Ianto frowned as the SUV came into view. ‘Why are the windows of the SUV all misted up?’
An awful realisation dropped into the pit of Jack’s stomach. ‘Oh, no.’
‘Oh, shit,’ Ianto said, coming to the same conclusion. ‘We forgot about Ethel!’
Jack growled in frustration. ‘How the hell did we forget about Ethel!?’ Jack remarked, referring to one of their regular weevils.
‘Probably somewhere between you grabbing me by the tie and me shoving my tongue down the back of your throat,’ Ianto replied, last night coming back to him in sharp relief.
‘Oh, man. She is gonna be so pissed when she wakes up.’
They jogged over to the car, trying to make out anything, but every bit of glass was totally opaque, misted up with a night’s worth of hot breath. ‘Can you see anything?’ Jack asked.
Ianto tried to peer through the back passenger window and then the mist disappeared immediately, replaced with a snarling face and two clawed hands slamming against it. The shock made him jump and Jack caught him before he fell all the way backwards. ‘Yup, she’s awake. And she’s pissed.’ The face pressed angrily at the window again, smearing more condensation away. ‘Really pissed.’
‘One of us is gonna have to get in there and sedate her again,’ Jack said.
Ianto choked. ‘One of us?’
‘Well, you were the one who couldn't keep it in his pants last night!’
‘And you’re the one who can’t die!’
‘I am gonna murder a fry up this morning,’ Jack said as he and Ianto made their way down the tunnel that led to the underground Millenium Centre carpark. ‘I need to replenish my energy after last night.’
‘I think I feel like french toast,’ Ianto replied. ‘Something with a nice warm berry sauce.’
Ianto frowned as the SUV came into view. ‘Why are the windows of the SUV all misted up?’
An awful realisation dropped into the pit of Jack’s stomach. ‘Oh, no.’
‘Oh, shit,’ Ianto said, coming to the same conclusion. ‘We forgot about Ethel!’
Jack growled in frustration. ‘How the hell did we forget about Ethel!?’ Jack remarked, referring to one of their regular weevils.
‘Probably somewhere between you grabbing me by the tie and me shoving my tongue down the back of your throat,’ Ianto replied, last night coming back to him in sharp relief.
‘Oh, man. She is gonna be so pissed when she wakes up.’
They jogged over to the car, trying to make out anything, but every bit of glass was totally opaque, misted up with a night’s worth of hot breath. ‘Can you see anything?’ Jack asked.
Ianto tried to peer through the back passenger window and then the mist disappeared immediately, replaced with a snarling face and two clawed hands slamming against it. The shock made him jump and Jack caught him before he fell all the way backwards. ‘Yup, she’s awake. And she’s pissed.’ The face pressed angrily at the window again, smearing more condensation away. ‘Really pissed.’
‘One of us is gonna have to get in there and sedate her again,’ Jack said.
Ianto choked. ‘One of us?’
‘Well, you were the one who couldn't keep it in his pants last night!’
‘And you’re the one who can’t die!’
