Title: Annual Event
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Jack
Written For Challenge: 252 – Harvest at tw100
Summary: The annual Harvest Festival is always the same – more or less.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed or favourited my recent fics.
The harvest festival was in an uproar when Torchwood arrived. Fruit and vegetables bouncing between pews like rubber balls, tins rolling down the aisle, loaves of bread stacking themselves like building blocks.
The entire congregation was sprawled haphazardly about, laughing their heads off, and the vicar had a black eye from being hit in the face by a wayward bunch of celery.
The cause of the chaos sat blinking innocently beside the font.
Harmless. A Rigolian party favour.
Ianto switched it off; everything stopped moving except the giggling congregation.
"Chemical spill causes hallucinations?"
"They believe it every year."
A/N: I'm leaving my first drabble where it is, but from now on I'll be hopefully adding new drabbles to this collection as I write them. I just hope I manage to write more as a collection of one would look a bit silly!