The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted



Summary: A collection of drabbles, mostly based on the weekly prompts at tw100. Mostly Jack/Ianto as that's what I write, but no doubt other Torchwood characters will pop in from time to time. All genres are possible, but expect mainly humour and fluff, because that's usually what comes out when I write. All are 100 words exactly in Word, but apparently not here!
Rating: Teen
Categories: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Lisa Hallett, Martha Jones, Myfanwy, Other Character(s), Owen Harper, PC Andy Davidson, Rhiannon Davies, Rhys Williams
Genres: Mixed
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2012.09.23
Updated: 2022.06.26


The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted
Chapter 210: The Scarf
Author's Notes: Still for angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Knitting’, but also for all the commenters and reviewers who said pretty much the same thing. I’m sure you can guess what I’m talking about, LOL! This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: Tosh wears her nice new handmade scarf, which gets admired.

After almost two days, the team finally succeeded in turning the device off.

Once the compulsion to knit wore off a few hours later, Ianto talked Tosh through casting off and they measured the finished scarf, which turned out to be just over 7 metres long.

Despite it falling far short of breaking any records, Tosh was still proud of her achievement. It was the first thing she’d ever knitted so she intended to wear it, even if it was rather long. Cardiff could get very cold in winter, but wrapped in her scarf she was sure to stay warm.

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The following morning, Tosh grinned to herself as she wrapped her new scarf around her neck several times as protection from the bitterly cold Cardiff morning, before setting off to work.

Leaving her building, she hurried towards the bus stop and almost immediately ran headlong into a strange, tall man.

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Nonsense, my dear, it was entirely my fault,” he replied. “Oh, I say, I do like your scarf. It’s just like mine!” He beamed at her approvingly, then dug in his pocket. “Would you like a jelly baby?”

The End

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