#035 Sanguine - Torchwood - Spooky Do
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Spooky-Do
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 225
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack
Summary: Another of Ianto's clever use of the prompt word. An unusual night takes an unsettling turn.
Notes: So I guess I’ve done a spooky fic after all, and only a week after Halloween.
“Definitely exsanguination,” Owen determined as he crouched over the body half-hidden in the bushes. The puncture wounds in the neck were stark evidence of a very odd death.
There was something in the air, a static electricity that stirred all the hairs on Ianto’s body. He glanced around uneasily. The feeling of ‘wrongness’ screamed at him. “I’m not at all sanguine about this…” he quipped, covering his nervousness with his usual dry wit.
“Not another of your little word plays,” Owen groaned. “They’re not as amusing as you think they are.”
“Or you have no sense of humor,” Ianto returned.
A loud rustling close by silenced their bickering, and they peered in the direction of the sound. Ianto could make out a dark shape moving in the shadows. It seemed to be coming closer.
Ianto was just about to turn on his torch when Jack’s loud exclamation cut through the night.
“Run!” the Captain bellowed in a voice they’d never heard before. It was one you didn’t disobey.
A primitive survival instinct galvanized Ianto and Owen into action, and they both tore across the field without a backward look. They made it to the SUV and jumped inside and didn’t talk the entire time they waited.
Eventually, Jack returned, and they drove back to the Hub.
Jack never spoke of that night.
No one asked.
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 225
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack
Summary: Another of Ianto's clever use of the prompt word. An unusual night takes an unsettling turn.
Notes: So I guess I’ve done a spooky fic after all, and only a week after Halloween.
“Definitely exsanguination,” Owen determined as he crouched over the body half-hidden in the bushes. The puncture wounds in the neck were stark evidence of a very odd death.
There was something in the air, a static electricity that stirred all the hairs on Ianto’s body. He glanced around uneasily. The feeling of ‘wrongness’ screamed at him. “I’m not at all sanguine about this…” he quipped, covering his nervousness with his usual dry wit.
“Not another of your little word plays,” Owen groaned. “They’re not as amusing as you think they are.”
“Or you have no sense of humor,” Ianto returned.
A loud rustling close by silenced their bickering, and they peered in the direction of the sound. Ianto could make out a dark shape moving in the shadows. It seemed to be coming closer.
Ianto was just about to turn on his torch when Jack’s loud exclamation cut through the night.
“Run!” the Captain bellowed in a voice they’d never heard before. It was one you didn’t disobey.
A primitive survival instinct galvanized Ianto and Owen into action, and they both tore across the field without a backward look. They made it to the SUV and jumped inside and didn’t talk the entire time they waited.
Eventually, Jack returned, and they drove back to the Hub.
Jack never spoke of that night.
No one asked.
