missthingsplace | A Christmas Tale 8/25

Fandom: Torchwood
Title: A Christmas Tale - Written for the adventchallenge
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Rhiannon/Johnny, Mica, David, Gwen/Rhys
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's nothing more important than making xmas a family holiday. Set after series 2.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, humour
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating:PG - NC17 for series
Word Count: 411

Ianto sat up suddenly, taking in his lovers sleeping form beside him before glancing about the room while trying to work out what had woken him but seeing nothing. Deciding that it must have just been something in a forgotten dream he snuggled down beneath the blankets again and closed his eyes, which shot open again when he heard a loud sound of bells outside.

With Jack still asleep beside him he carefully slipped out of the bed and pulled on his dressing gown against the cool air of the night and moved over to the window to lift the edge of the curtain and peer out. At first he couldn't see anything, although he could hear the bells ringing from somewhere and was just about to give up and get back into bed when he saw the bright red light move swiftly past the window, with another loud ringing of bells.

“What the fuck?” Ianto whispered to himself under his breath, pressing his face to the glass as he tried to see whatever it was clearer.

Ianto's eyes grew wide when he realised that the small red ball of light was coming straight towards him, he gulped as a slight tremor of panic began to flow through him but couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot with a curiosity that surpassed any fear.

“Oh my God ...” Ianto whispered, trailing off at the sight before him.

He was almost nose, to bright red nose with the Reindeer on the other side of the glass – the flying Reindeer – which appeared to be grinning madly at him.

“Rudolf?” Ianto asked, his voice barely above a whisper and the Reindeer gave a small snort and then appeared to nod, the bells around his neck ringing again.

“You're real?” Ianto asked, completely aghast at the animal.

Rudolf nodded again, winked at him and then rather gracefully turned and flew away into the night.

“I must be dreaming,” Ianto muttered to himself, still gazing out the window for a moment or two before dropping the curtain.

He pulled off the dressing gown and slid back into bed, shivering slightly at the now cold sheet and closed his eyes. When Jack rolled towards him in his sleep and draped an arm over him he snuggled back against him to share his lovers warmth, closed his eyes and slipped into a dream about flying reindeers, a sleigh and a jolly man in a red suit.

The End - TBC

A Christmas Tale 8/25

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