My sixth (I think) drabble for Challenge 288, Week 3 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'll be posting a pair tomorrow because they were both for the same prompt and they work best as a single story.
Tosh joins the escapees in their bid for freedom.
Strolling across the Plas, Jack glanced at Ianto. The stressed look on his face was fading as he started to relax.
“So, where are we going?”
“Hadn’t planned on anywhere in particular, I just wanted to be somewhere that isn’t the Hub,” Ianto admitted.
“Good call. If I’d had to listen to that racket much longer I’d have gone nuts.”
The rapid clicking of heels sounded behind them and a voice called out, “Wait for me!”
They stopped to let Tosh catch up.
Linking her arms through theirs, she asked, “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere particular,” they chorused.
“Sounds perfect.”
The End
“So, where are we going?”
“Hadn’t planned on anywhere in particular, I just wanted to be somewhere that isn’t the Hub,” Ianto admitted.
“Good call. If I’d had to listen to that racket much longer I’d have gone nuts.”
The rapid clicking of heels sounded behind them and a voice called out, “Wait for me!”
They stopped to let Tosh catch up.
Linking her arms through theirs, she asked, “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere particular,” they chorused.
“Sounds perfect.”
The End