Author's Notes:
A/N: My tribute to the end of the last ever series of Dancing on Ice. Sundays will never be the same.
A/N2: I do have one more Library drabble, but the new prompt went up before I could post it, so I'll post that one to my journals in a day or two.

Summary: Three avid fans watch the last ever final of their Sunday night treat.

Nosy lay, eyes glued to the television screen, entranced, just as it was every Sunday evening.

“You know this is the last week, don’t you?” asked Ianto.

Nosy sighed.

“I know,” Ianto agreed, “Sunday nights just won’t be the same. It’s the end of an era.”

“I’ll miss all the sequins,” said Jack.

“You and sparkly things.” Ianto shook his head. “Lines are open, time to vote.”

They reached for their phones while Nosy carefully dialled the landline.

“Who’d you vote for?” asked Jack.

“Ray of course.”

“Same here.”

“Hummm!” (Hayley!)

“Traitor!”

They were going to miss Dancing on Ice.

The End