m_findlow

Title: Time out
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 517 - Swing at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto and Jack are taking some time out to explore Ianto's newly inherited property.

'This place really is great,' Jack said, turning in a slow circle to take in the views of the lush green valley that surrounded them on all sides.

Ianto hummed in agreement. He was really glad he hadn't talked himself out of giving up his inheritance. The huge swathe of Welsh countryside that had been bequeathed to him was just perfect for housing displaced aliens, especially those on the lower intelligence side. All they really wanted was a place where they could romp around in the fresh air, eat the local vegetation, and to be left in peace. With the wide open space they now had, there'd be no fear of prying eyes spotting the fact that a huge tract of land was soon to be a sanctuary for aliens.

And it wasn't so bad for the humans either. The old homestead that had come with the property needed a bit of work to spruce it up, but already he was beginning to feel relaxed just being surrounded by so much tranquil nature. Once they had a proper and comfortable place to stay the night, he could definitely see himself making excuses to come up here on a regular basis for a break from hectic city life.

Ianto felt his hand being tugged. 'Come on, Ianto. Let's go walk down to the lake,' he suggested. Yes, his property even had its own lake, not to mention a lot of mountains and forest, he thought with unbridled joy.

They strolled through the untamed grassy hills, descending further into the valley that dipped down from the main homestead, until the lake came into view, its surface reflecting back the slate grey sky overhead.

'Hey, look!' Jack said, pointing. 'That big old tree over there has a swing!'

Jack was right. From a heavy, gnarled branch of the ancient looking tree, hung a thick rope attached to an old tyre, forming an old fashioned makeshift swing. Jack bounded over towards it with childish glee.

'I'm not sure that's such a good idea,' Ianto warned. No doubt the rope was brittle and worn from age and exposure to the elements.

Jack gave it a forceful tug. 'Looks okay to me. If it can take my weight, it'll be fine,' he added, already clambering on it, sliding his legs through the centre of the tyre and beginning to swing from side to side. Ianto just rolled his eyes at Jack's hoots of joy as he beckoned Ianto to push him. The rope was bound to break at any moment. Admittedly, it did look like he was having fun, though.

'Your turn next,' Jack said, finally relinquishing his grip on the rope, nagging Ianto until he relented. Jack pushed him gently as he held on tight, but soon he was begging Jack to push him harder. He'd forgotten just how much fun it was, and how it felt a little bit like flying.

Perhaps just for now they wouldn't tell the others about this particular spot.