Torchwood -- Sun Worship
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redismycolour Challenge: Day Twenty
Date Written: 1/26/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 337
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: Set post 02
Warnings: None
Here Comes the Sun
The Beatles
Jack understood the depression that could so easily sink in when his team was trapped underground. He’d seen it before he’d taken over, prisoners going mad trapped in pitch-black cells, his co-workers snapping and killing each other. Alien tech always got blamed, but the depression made them more susceptible to it.
Not that London had been much better. A tall building gleaming in the sun at Canary Wharf, all of them mad as hatters. Maybe they’d been too high up, heads full of clouds.
So, when he could, he got his team out of the Hub. Quiet days meant going out for a quick lunch instead of take-away, getting everyone out into the fresh air and the sun. Getting away from the ghosts of Toshiko and Owen and Gray that still haunted the halls.
However, lately outside had been just as depressing as in. The Cardiff sky was an unending assortment of shades of gray, sunlight trying feebly to break through the thick cover and shine down onto the populous below.
Gwen and Ianto were starting to show the signs of sun withdrawal. Jack always felt it – the Boeshane system had twin suns, so the Earth was never bright enough for him – but his two Welsh friends were looking downright pale.
They were walking across the Plass when a beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, bright in the grey gloom. Ianto and Gwen both stopped dead in their tracks, holding out their hands and turning their faces upwards towards the light.
Jack stopped too, but watched them, grinning a little. He could see why this tiny little planet had first developed nature-worshiping religions. They looked almost divine, eyes closed almost in worship, dark eyelashes against pale faces, the sunlight highlighting their dark hair and coloring their skin.
“Heathen sun worshipers,” Jack teased.
“Stop acting like you don’t want to join us,” Ianto said, still not opening his eyes. He moved his hand towards Jack.
Jack took Ianto’s hand, turning his face up towards the life-giving light.
redismycolour Challenge: Day TwentyDate Written: 1/26/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 337
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: Set post 02
Warnings: None
The Beatles
Jack understood the depression that could so easily sink in when his team was trapped underground. He’d seen it before he’d taken over, prisoners going mad trapped in pitch-black cells, his co-workers snapping and killing each other. Alien tech always got blamed, but the depression made them more susceptible to it.
Not that London had been much better. A tall building gleaming in the sun at Canary Wharf, all of them mad as hatters. Maybe they’d been too high up, heads full of clouds.
So, when he could, he got his team out of the Hub. Quiet days meant going out for a quick lunch instead of take-away, getting everyone out into the fresh air and the sun. Getting away from the ghosts of Toshiko and Owen and Gray that still haunted the halls.
However, lately outside had been just as depressing as in. The Cardiff sky was an unending assortment of shades of gray, sunlight trying feebly to break through the thick cover and shine down onto the populous below.
Gwen and Ianto were starting to show the signs of sun withdrawal. Jack always felt it – the Boeshane system had twin suns, so the Earth was never bright enough for him – but his two Welsh friends were looking downright pale.
They were walking across the Plass when a beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, bright in the grey gloom. Ianto and Gwen both stopped dead in their tracks, holding out their hands and turning their faces upwards towards the light.
Jack stopped too, but watched them, grinning a little. He could see why this tiny little planet had first developed nature-worshiping religions. They looked almost divine, eyes closed almost in worship, dark eyelashes against pale faces, the sunlight highlighting their dark hair and coloring their skin.
“Heathen sun worshipers,” Jack teased.
“Stop acting like you don’t want to join us,” Ianto said, still not opening his eyes. He moved his hand towards Jack.
Jack took Ianto’s hand, turning his face up towards the life-giving light.
