Double Drabble: Cancelled Plans
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badly_knittedTitle: Cancelled Plans
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Rhi, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 924: Invent, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has to cancel on his sister.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Of all the inconvenient times for aliens to decide to invade… Ianto thought as he pulled out his phone and punched his sister’s number.
“Rhi, hi. Look, I’m sorry, I’m not going to make it for dinner today. Something’s come up at work, kind of an emergency…” Before he could say anything else, Rhiannon cut him off, sounding annoyed.
“You couldn’t have told me that before I spent half the morning cooking up a proper Sunday roast?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t give me that, Ianto. If you didn’t want to come over, you should’ve just said no when I asked, instead of inventing yet another lame excuse about a work emergency. You work for the bloody tourist board! What could be so urgent that you can’t take a couple of hours off on a Sunday?”
“I’m not inventing excuses, Rhi. There really is a work emergency, I was looking forward to seeing you all, but emergencies don’t take people’s private lives and plans into account, and I really am sorry, but I have to go…” Ianto lowered his phone, but just before the call ended, Rhi heard… “Bloody hell, Jack, are you trying to get us killed?”
She spent Sunday worrying.
The End
“Rhi, hi. Look, I’m sorry, I’m not going to make it for dinner today. Something’s come up at work, kind of an emergency…” Before he could say anything else, Rhiannon cut him off, sounding annoyed.
“You couldn’t have told me that before I spent half the morning cooking up a proper Sunday roast?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t give me that, Ianto. If you didn’t want to come over, you should’ve just said no when I asked, instead of inventing yet another lame excuse about a work emergency. You work for the bloody tourist board! What could be so urgent that you can’t take a couple of hours off on a Sunday?”
“I’m not inventing excuses, Rhi. There really is a work emergency, I was looking forward to seeing you all, but emergencies don’t take people’s private lives and plans into account, and I really am sorry, but I have to go…” Ianto lowered his phone, but just before the call ended, Rhi heard… “Bloody hell, Jack, are you trying to get us killed?”
She spent Sunday worrying.
The End
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Date: 2026-07-06 08:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-07-06 09:50 pm (UTC)Thank you.