Title: Ysbrydnos
Author: Emma
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: For once, I think they’ll behave!
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Author’s Note: It was meant to be a simple Halloween story…. Really! *repeated headdesk*

The doorway appears and he steps through. It’s a cold night; if he had breath it would frost in mid-air. He doesn’t feel the cold, of course, but he does make a note of it, storing away the memory in a mental box labeled Nos Calan Gaeaf 2011. He also notes the rustling of dry leaves and pine needles as the wind swirls and eddies, the smell of wood blazing merrily away in thousands of fireplaces, and even the loud hum of traffic on the M4. Every piece of reality is valuable down to the dog shite he would have stepped on if his feet were solid. He knows this, although he doesn’t know how he knows.