A last pair of drabbles for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100. I'm in a silly mood today andf this idea popped into my head, so I quickly wrote it. Hopefully it'll make people smile =)
Summary: Some days, weirdness becomes the norm if youâre Torchwood.
“Allo, mate!”
The voice came from behind Ianto and he spun around, looking for its source but not seeing anyone; the park was deserted this early in the morning.
The Rift alert was minor, but Jack had decided they’d better check it out anyway. They hadn’t found anything obvious so had widened their search area, separating to cover more ground, to no avail. Still nothing, except for that mysterious voice.
Something tugged at his trouser leg.
“Down ‘ere!”
Looking down, Ianto raised an eyebrow and spoke into his comms.
“Jack, there’s a weed talking to me.”
“I’ll be right there.”
OoOoOoOoO
To Jack’s credit, he didn’t ask if Ianto had been drinking. Ianto almost wished he had been, even though it wasn’t even 8 am yet.
“You’re a weed.”
“Am not! I’s flower!”
“Whatever. Why’re you talking to me?”
“No one else ‘ere. Which way to castle pleez?”
“Why d’you want to know?”
The weed waved a flyer at him.
“Sez ‘ere, visit Cardiff, see castle! Millennium Centre! Norwegian Church! Cardiff Bay! Bute Park! Found park, very nice, now castle!”
Jack jogged up.
“What’ve we got?”
Ianto shrugged.
“Lost tourist, apparently.”
Which was how Ianto became tourist guide to a flower.
The End
The voice came from behind Ianto and he spun around, looking for its source but not seeing anyone; the park was deserted this early in the morning.
The Rift alert was minor, but Jack had decided they’d better check it out anyway. They hadn’t found anything obvious so had widened their search area, separating to cover more ground, to no avail. Still nothing, except for that mysterious voice.
Something tugged at his trouser leg.
“Down ‘ere!”
Looking down, Ianto raised an eyebrow and spoke into his comms.
“Jack, there’s a weed talking to me.”
“I’ll be right there.”
OoOoOoOoO
To Jack’s credit, he didn’t ask if Ianto had been drinking. Ianto almost wished he had been, even though it wasn’t even 8 am yet.
“You’re a weed.”
“Am not! I’s flower!”
“Whatever. Why’re you talking to me?”
“No one else ‘ere. Which way to castle pleez?”
“Why d’you want to know?”
The weed waved a flyer at him.
“Sez ‘ere, visit Cardiff, see castle! Millennium Centre! Norwegian Church! Cardiff Bay! Bute Park! Found park, very nice, now castle!”
Jack jogged up.
“What’ve we got?”
Ianto shrugged.
“Lost tourist, apparently.”
Which was how Ianto became tourist guide to a flower.
The End