Challenge 916 - Close call
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m_findlowTitle: Close call
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 916 - Hug at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen gets a little closer to Ianto than he would have liked. A triple drabble.
‘This is possibly the worst assignment we’ve ever been on,’ Owen complained as the subzero winds whipped at his ski jacket, going right through it and chilling him to his bones. ‘They couldn’t find a chopper to take us up here?’
‘A chopper would never be able to maintain lift at these altitudes,’ Tosh replied.
Owen grumbled some more. ‘I’m taking Tibet off my bucket list. Thought it might be nice to trek through the mountains and see the high peaks of the world, but now we’re here, it’s shit.’
‘We can’t just ignore it,’ Gwen replied. ‘If UNIT believes there's another rift up here, it's our job to investigate. Watch your step. This bit of ledge is incredibly narrow.’
‘Where’s health and safety, huh?’ Owen moped as a strong gust of wind caught him and his balance was thrown off just as he attempted the narrow section. He cried out, convinced that he was falling, and that falling in this instance – along with yelling – was going to be the last thing he ever did.
Then something arrested his movement, squeezing him tight. He heard Tosh’s audible gasp of horror.
‘I’ve got you,’ Ianto said, hugging Owen close and leaning into the side of the mountain. Ianto puffed out his cheeks and Owen felt the hot breath on his face. ‘That was a bit close. Almost lost you.’
Owen’s reality fell back into place. He’d be dead right now if Ianto hadn’t grabbed him. Owen extracted himself awkwardly. ‘Geroff! Quit hugging me. I’m fine now,’ he said, detangling limbs whilst remembering their precarious position. ‘Thanks,’ he added.
‘And it’s Pakistan.’
‘What?’
‘You said before that this was Tibet. It’s not. K2 is in Pakistan.’
‘Oh, give it a rest, Ianto, or you’ll be the one I throw off the mountain.’
‘This is possibly the worst assignment we’ve ever been on,’ Owen complained as the subzero winds whipped at his ski jacket, going right through it and chilling him to his bones. ‘They couldn’t find a chopper to take us up here?’
‘A chopper would never be able to maintain lift at these altitudes,’ Tosh replied.
Owen grumbled some more. ‘I’m taking Tibet off my bucket list. Thought it might be nice to trek through the mountains and see the high peaks of the world, but now we’re here, it’s shit.’
‘We can’t just ignore it,’ Gwen replied. ‘If UNIT believes there's another rift up here, it's our job to investigate. Watch your step. This bit of ledge is incredibly narrow.’
‘Where’s health and safety, huh?’ Owen moped as a strong gust of wind caught him and his balance was thrown off just as he attempted the narrow section. He cried out, convinced that he was falling, and that falling in this instance – along with yelling – was going to be the last thing he ever did.
Then something arrested his movement, squeezing him tight. He heard Tosh’s audible gasp of horror.
‘I’ve got you,’ Ianto said, hugging Owen close and leaning into the side of the mountain. Ianto puffed out his cheeks and Owen felt the hot breath on his face. ‘That was a bit close. Almost lost you.’
Owen’s reality fell back into place. He’d be dead right now if Ianto hadn’t grabbed him. Owen extracted himself awkwardly. ‘Geroff! Quit hugging me. I’m fine now,’ he said, detangling limbs whilst remembering their precarious position. ‘Thanks,’ he added.
‘And it’s Pakistan.’
‘What?’
‘You said before that this was Tibet. It’s not. K2 is in Pakistan.’
‘Oh, give it a rest, Ianto, or you’ll be the one I throw off the mountain.’
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Date: 2026-05-10 09:53 am (UTC)Well done, Ianto!