[Torchwood/Firefly: Drabble] "Against the Future" [G]
Title: Against the Future
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Torchwood/Firefly
Pairing: none (implied Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh)
Prompt: by allwasnew on comment_fic; original prompt here
Summary: “Another successful job, I take it?”
Against the Future
“Ianto, get us in the air!” Jack yelled, the moment his boots hit the ramp.
A bullet ricocheted off the inner hold bulkhead, and Gwen pivoted to fire back in the direction of the shot. A few more thudded against the outer hull as the transport lifted off.
“Another successful job, I take it?” said Owen, sarcastically.
“Hey!” Jack protested. “We got paid.”
“And you got shot,” added Gwen. “And killed.”
“Technically,” he allowed. “But you know how I am.”
“Smug?” Gwen suggested, darkly. “Arrogant? Obnoxious?”
Jack pretended to be bashful. “Oh, stop.”
Owen rolled his eyes. “Well, if no one needs a doctor, I’ll be in my bunk.”
He passed Tosh in the hatchway, who turned faintly pink and stared after him for a moment before rounding on Jack. “Our next stop is Persephone,” she said.
Jack frowned. “I am still the captain, right? I get to decide what our stops are.”
“Yes, well, if you want me to keep Torchwood flying, you’re going to have to take us somewhere with a half-decent mechanic shop.”
“Course set for Persephone, sir,” said Ianto, appearing on the catwalk from the cockpit.
“I am still captain, right?” Jack asked again, waving his arms for emphasis. He sighed. “I’ve got to send some waves before we hit atmo.”
“I should check on the engines,” added Tosh, as Jack stomped up the catwalk, and quickly headed in the other direction.
Ianto watched them leave. “I will be so glad when Rhys is back flying this thing, and I can keep out of these petty squabbles.”
“Me, too,” said Gwen. “Do you ever regret leaving the Guild?”
“I-” Ianto began, when something in the engine room clanged loudly. Torchwood lurched, and Jack’s voice started shouting from the cockpit.
Ianto grinned. “Not even a little.”
THE END
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busy
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Torchwood/Firefly
Pairing: none (implied Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh)
Prompt: by allwasnew on comment_fic; original prompt here
Summary: “Another successful job, I take it?”
Against the Future
“Ianto, get us in the air!” Jack yelled, the moment his boots hit the ramp.
A bullet ricocheted off the inner hold bulkhead, and Gwen pivoted to fire back in the direction of the shot. A few more thudded against the outer hull as the transport lifted off.
“Another successful job, I take it?” said Owen, sarcastically.
“Hey!” Jack protested. “We got paid.”
“And you got shot,” added Gwen. “And killed.”
“Technically,” he allowed. “But you know how I am.”
“Smug?” Gwen suggested, darkly. “Arrogant? Obnoxious?”
Jack pretended to be bashful. “Oh, stop.”
Owen rolled his eyes. “Well, if no one needs a doctor, I’ll be in my bunk.”
He passed Tosh in the hatchway, who turned faintly pink and stared after him for a moment before rounding on Jack. “Our next stop is Persephone,” she said.
Jack frowned. “I am still the captain, right? I get to decide what our stops are.”
“Yes, well, if you want me to keep Torchwood flying, you’re going to have to take us somewhere with a half-decent mechanic shop.”
“Course set for Persephone, sir,” said Ianto, appearing on the catwalk from the cockpit.
“I am still captain, right?” Jack asked again, waving his arms for emphasis. He sighed. “I’ve got to send some waves before we hit atmo.”
“I should check on the engines,” added Tosh, as Jack stomped up the catwalk, and quickly headed in the other direction.
Ianto watched them leave. “I will be so glad when Rhys is back flying this thing, and I can keep out of these petty squabbles.”
“Me, too,” said Gwen. “Do you ever regret leaving the Guild?”
“I-” Ianto began, when something in the engine room clanged loudly. Torchwood lurched, and Jack’s voice started shouting from the cockpit.
Ianto grinned. “Not even a little.”
THE END
Current Mood:
busy