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m_findlowTitle: Dead of the night
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 266 - Dark and stormy night at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto's evening is both hellish and perfect all at once.
'It was a dark and stormy night…' Ianto muttered to himself as the rain continued to pelt against his windscreen, obscuring his view of the motorway snaking away in front of him.
At least the torrential rain had some benefits. No one in their right mind would be standing around on the streets or at a set of traffic lights and able to look in through his back seat windows and see what he was keeping there.
Not what. Who, he added, berating himself for the inference. She wasn't a monster. Torchwood owed her, but there was no Torchwood left to care for her and fix her. Just him.
He spared a quick glance in the rear vision mirror. He wanted to ask Lisa if she was okay, but she was sleeping, or resting, or maybe just dead. Not dead, he told himself. He hadn't done all of this for nothing. Just another hour and they'd be in Cardiff, where he could get her back into her proper life support system and not the cobbled together bits and pieces that would ensure she survived their road trip.
'Almost there,' love, he said softly. 'Hell of a night for it, though.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 266 - Dark and stormy night at
drabble_weekly Summary: Ianto's evening is both hellish and perfect all at once.
'It was a dark and stormy night…' Ianto muttered to himself as the rain continued to pelt against his windscreen, obscuring his view of the motorway snaking away in front of him.
At least the torrential rain had some benefits. No one in their right mind would be standing around on the streets or at a set of traffic lights and able to look in through his back seat windows and see what he was keeping there.
Not what. Who, he added, berating himself for the inference. She wasn't a monster. Torchwood owed her, but there was no Torchwood left to care for her and fix her. Just him.
He spared a quick glance in the rear vision mirror. He wanted to ask Lisa if she was okay, but she was sleeping, or resting, or maybe just dead. Not dead, he told himself. He hadn't done all of this for nothing. Just another hour and they'd be in Cardiff, where he could get her back into her proper life support system and not the cobbled together bits and pieces that would ensure she survived their road trip.
'Almost there,' love, he said softly. 'Hell of a night for it, though.'
