Double Drabble: Hooked
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badly_knittedTitle: Hooked
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 905: Tackle, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is pleased with the Rift’s latest gift.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The Rift could be astonishingly varied with its deliveries. While it was true that most of what it dumped on Cardiff, objects and living beings alike, came from other planets, it did on occasion see fit to gift Torchwood with something from earth’s past or future.
Naturally, Owen always hoped they’d get something valuable that they could sell, but usually it was something boring that hadn’t been much use even before it got sucked through the Rift. Books, in Ianto’s opinion, were the exception, but they were few and far between, and even then, they weren’t always interesting.
This time, much to Jack’s delight, the Rift had kindly provided them with a load of old but well cared for fishing tackle from perhaps the thirties or forties.
“Look at this!” Jack plucked up one of the rods. “I used to go flyfishing sometimes, just after the war. Rationing was still going on, so a nice fresh trout made a welcome change. Never had a rod as good as this one though.” Experimentally, he twitched it back to cast the line out across the river, only to get it tangled in a tree. “I might be a bit out of practice.”
The End
Naturally, Owen always hoped they’d get something valuable that they could sell, but usually it was something boring that hadn’t been much use even before it got sucked through the Rift. Books, in Ianto’s opinion, were the exception, but they were few and far between, and even then, they weren’t always interesting.
This time, much to Jack’s delight, the Rift had kindly provided them with a load of old but well cared for fishing tackle from perhaps the thirties or forties.
“Look at this!” Jack plucked up one of the rods. “I used to go flyfishing sometimes, just after the war. Rationing was still going on, so a nice fresh trout made a welcome change. Never had a rod as good as this one though.” Experimentally, he twitched it back to cast the line out across the river, only to get it tangled in a tree. “I might be a bit out of practice.”
The End
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