AdventChallenge - Santa Claws (Prompt 17 - A New Tradition)

[m_findlow]

Title: Santa Claws
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Prompt 17 - A New Tradition at adventchallenge

'You really wanna do this?' Jack asked, looking at his lover with a look that suggested he was bordering on insanity.

'Think about it,' Ianto replied. 'A weevil that's fed is happy and doesn't go wandering in search of food.'

'Yeah, but this is a little bit more involved than that,' he said, casting an eye at the large crates in the back of the SUV.

'Well, I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to be the one that has to call the team in on Christmas day halfway through their turkey and pudding, telling them that we've got weevils causing trouble in the city on the biggest day of the year.'

He had a point, Jack supposed. No one wanted Christmas ruined, and in a year where the rift predictor was suggesting that it would behave itself at least until New Year's, that meant maybe, just maybe, they could all enjoy Christmas this year. Even Ianto and himself. If that meant appeasing Cardiff's most difficult residents, then he supposed it was a good idea.

He watched as Ianto efficiently began unpacking crates, stacking packages of frozen meat and  bundles of blue cloth into his arms.

'Where did you get these from?' Jack asked, pulling out one of the blue garments, realising it was a boiler suit.

'Had them made to order,' Ianto replied.

'So we're doing weevil Christmas, too? They get presents and food?'

'Lord only knows where their clothes come from, and I imagine things down there aren't conducive to keeping them clean and mended. Not as if you see weevils stop by the dry cleaners to pick up fresh clothes every week, is it?'

'One of the universe's unsolved mysteries,' Jack mused.

Ianto passed Jack a bundle and they proceeded towards the large sewer outlet that spilled out towards the bay, hearing their own footsteps slosh in the thin layer of water.

'Not how I imagined us spending Christmas Eve,' Jack said. 'Usually we try and stay away from weevils. Now we're walking right in to hand them presents. Don't supposed they'll have some eggnog on hand for us when we get there.'

'I doubt it,' Ianto replied. 'Besides, we're not going all the way in, just far enough that it'll be the first thing they find, which will hopefully stop them venturing any further.'

'Tying to imagine what Christmas dinner in a weevil colony looks like,' Jack said. 'Don't imagine they're eating civil and popping bonbons.'

'Just like Christmas at our place then,' Ianto quipped.

'Har har.'

They dropped the packages into the carefully selected spots and made their way out, not running into a single weevil.

'Probably asleep, waiting for Santa Claws,' Ianto joked.

'Which is where we should be. I'm all for new traditions, but it just won't be a proper Christmas eve until we're tucked up at home together, sipping cocoa and listening for sleigh bells.'

'Assured that we won't be getting a weevil invasion for Christmas,' Ianto added.

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[bk_forever]

There are going to be some very happy Weevils, I think.