Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

[laligin]

Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late).

Right. Here's how this works.

Here are Thirty Flavours of Torchwood.

You pick a prompt. Then, for that prompt, you pick any member of the Torchwood Team (past or present) or any such combination you please, add an extra condition or two if you want, and I write it for you in the comments.

The idea is that I write a drabble-size piece, but they may start at 100 words and head off into the sunset... And I will put the whole set in one post when they're done, for neatness' sake. :)

Crossovers are allowed, I suppose, but I'm not too well aware of many other fandoms (not even Buffy) so be cautious...

Eek. I hope this works. ^_^'


DONE 1. Bloodied
DONE 2. Claustrophobic
DONE 3. Cold
DONE 4. Confused
DONE 5. Cuddly
DONE 6. Dancing
DONE 7. Daydreaming
DONE 8. Divided
DONE 9. Domestic
DONE 10. Ecstatic
DONE 11. Efficient
DONE 12. High
Claimed 13. Hunted
DONE 14. In-denial
DONE 15. Lost
DONE 16. On-a-roll
DONE 17. Point-of-no-return
DONE 18. Proud
DONE 19. Reading
DONE 20. Researching
DONE 21. Secretive
DONE 22. Silent
DONE 1 Claimed 1 23. Silver-tongued
Claimed 24. Singing-in-the-rain
DONE 25. Sleepy
Claimed 26. Snarky
DONE 27. Sorrowful
DONE 28. Suspicious
DONE 29. Victorious
DONE 30. Warm


All prompts now claimed! Working on them. ^_^

Oh, and if you don't like the drabble (or... er... short fic) tell me and I'll do another. XD

Comments

[pet-5.livejournal.com]

5. Cuddly - Jack/Ianto with a sleepy/ill Ianto...^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Bless. Can do. ^_^

[pet-5.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEE......^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Well hi there! It's only 18 months late, so sorry... 260 words. Feel free to have me taken out and shot for making you wait so long. ^_^' I fail. And it's probably not quite what you were after...

Panic is a Waste of Breath

Ianto yawned again, not even bothering to cover his mouth this time. Jack shot him a worried glance, and saw how his eyelids were drooping.

“Hey, stay with me now,” he said quietly, and Ianto blinked, then raised his head and pressed a finger to his lips. He slumped back against the wall as if the effort of hushing Jack had drained him completely.

Jack gritted his teeth against a yawn of his own, and shuffled closer to Ianto, tucking an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace. Ianto let him, leaning heavily against him, almost falling into his lap. His eyes closed.

Jack pulled him closer and – as gently as he could – slapped his cheek. To his relief, Ianto blinked and opened his eyes wearily.

Again, fruitlessly, Jack looked around at their tiny, airtight prison, and cursed himself for walking straight into a trap. His only comfort was that Gwen had escaped. There was still cavalry to come to the rescue.

Ianto yawned again.

And that was fine with Jack. At least if he was yawning he was still alive.

“They’ll come and get us, I promise,” he whispered, and Ianto shushed him again. He nodded, sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment.

A sudden rush of cold air woke him, and he struggled to sit up straight, clutching at Ianto desperately. Gwen was asking him if they were both alright, but he couldn’t answer, shaking Ianto, patting his face, begging him silently –

Ianto opened bleary eyes, and, to Jack’s eternal relief, yawned.