Author's Notes:
My sixth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 6 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. I think I might finally have an idea for Day 12.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.

On the sixth day of Christmas, half a dozen hunky men suddenly appeared in the middle of the Plas, complete with a half-built section of brick wall.

“Now that’s more like it!” exclaimed Jack.

“You stay right there,” Ianto told him. “They’re confused enough already, the last thing they need is you flirting at them.”

“Spoilsport,” Jack muttered.


On returning, Ianto had some good news.

“At least they’re still in the right time. We just have to get them back to Cornwall.”

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” said Jack. “Six guys a-laying.”

Ianto gave a pained smile.

TBC in ‘The Seventh Day…’