m_findlow

Title: A falling out
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Advent Calendar Day 1 - "There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else walked on." - Carol Rifka Brunt at fffc
Summary: Ianto isn't enjoying the snow nearly as much as Jack.

'Are we close yet?' Ianto grumbled, feeling his legs grown increasingly numb the longer they marched through the scrubby forest. 'I'm fed up with snow already. It may look pretty but it's freezing and wet and there's way too much of it.'

'Don't be such a sulk, Ianto,' Jack said, seemingly oblivious to the cold as he paved the way through the two feet of deep snow. 'It's gorgeous out here. There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else walked on.'

'It's horrible,' Ianto replied. 'Pristine white snow should be reserved for greeting cards and screen savers. Not for trudging through to find obnoxious things dumped by the rift.'

'You said you hated being stuck at the hub all day,' Jack replied. 'You can't have it both ways.'

'Pretty sure I can,' he mumbled, thinking he should have checked the forecast first, checking to see if twelve inches of snow was about to be dropped overnight, before opening his big mouth about being cooped up inside. Today was very much a day when staying indoors was not going to cause him heartache.

'We never stop to really enjoy nature's beauty,' Jack began. 'Maybe if we did we'd- Argh!'

'Jack?' Ianto called out, seeing his lover suddenly disappear from view.

'Holy smokes that's freezing!' Jack cried out, lying at the bottom of a deep snow drift with snow up to his neck. Underneath him the ground had dropped away sharply, but the snow managed to cover it so well that it looked like one single piece of flat forest floor.

Ianto smirked, coming to stand carefully at the edge without falling in himself, looking down at Jack now head to toe in white as it clung to his shivering form. 'How beautiful is that untrodden snow now, huh?'