And here we are, finally at the end of the drabbles. Apologies for the length of time, but I wound up with slightly more than the twelve I planned and not all of them were drabbles. (Actually, the big surprise was that I managed so many drabbles!)

So here they are:

Title: Nerves of Ice
Characters: Andy.
Rating: Open
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to RTD and to the BBC
Summary: Written as a result of the prompt by telyanofcelore: Andy. Celadon. Ice-skating.


Andy stares in disbelief, watching indignant ducks skate on what had been the Bay before the alien device imploded. Now there’s a huge slab of ice coloured a deep celadon and Jack is laughing like a mad thing.

“No change there, then,” Andy mumbles under his breath. “Pity we haven’t any skates,” he says out loud.

“Funny you should mention that,” Ianto says, producing said items and giving Andy a mischievous smile.

Andy smiles back, because this is one thing he is damn good at.

“Oooh, skating!” Jack says gleefully, bouncing.

Ianto’s smile gets positively wicked and Andy’s heart sinks.



Title: Providing A Service
Characters: Ianto + Jack.
Rating: PG for inference
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to RTD and to the BBC
Summary: Written as a result of the prompt by holdingoff: Ianto. Black. The scent of shoe polish. (Latter two by inference). And once again I have failed to keep to 100 words, but I couldn’t do justice to the scene otherwise!



Ianto grits his teeth and curses silently to himself. He stares down at where Jack is kneeling at his feet and swallows against the words that almost break free as the older man gives him a mischievous look before applying himself to his task with silent zeal.

Neither of them has lost a stitch of clothing, Ianto thinks in despair, letting his head fall back against the chair, but he’s ready to explode. Jack can seem downright supernatural at times, especially when it comes to discovering kinks in his psyche that Ianto didn’t even know he possessed.

Who would have thought that having his shoes shined could be an erotic experience?




Title: Driven To Distraction
Characters: Ianto + Andy.
Rating: PG for inference
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to RTD and to the BBC
Summary: Written as a result of the prompt by sanginmychains: Ianto & Andy. Red. Kebab. Driving. And I figured I might as well suck at drabble writing one last time!


Andy clings to the inside of the SUV and swears to himself that he will never joke about Jack’s driving ever again. He should have guessed what he was in for when he saw Ianto was wearing a red shirt that morning.

“Who the hell taught you to drive?” he demands.

“No-one.” Ianto shrugs as he hurls the SUV through a gap Andy would have sworn was too narrow for a bicycle. “Just picked it up.” He glances across at Andy, who resists the urge to yell at him to keep his eyes on the road. “You okay?”

“Oh I’m fine,” Andy says sarcastically, resisting the urge to scream like a girl when the SUV misses a bus by an air molecule or two. “Maybe we can stop for a kebab after this relaxing drive.”

Ianto’s face brightens. “Do you know, I haven’t had a kebab in ages!” he comments as he slides the SUV into a parking space that a Tesco trolley would have thought cramped, grabs his gun and lunges out of the SUV in the direction of where Jack is ‘distracting’ the alien by dodging agilely.

Swallowing manfully against the nausea at the thought of ever eating again, Andy grabs his own gun and sets off in hot pursuit. God, but he loves his life!