Double Drabble: Understanding
Title: Understanding
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Janet, Owen, Weevils.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 513: Nuisance at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Weevils aren’t as much of a nuisance as Ianto used to think.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When he’d first started working at Torchwood Three, Ianto had considered Weevils to be a nuisance; savage, dangerous, unpredictable creatures, not to be faced alone or without the proper equipment.
It was funny how time had changed his perspective; now he thought of them more as eccentric neighbours. Maybe it was true and familiarity did breed contempt. Or maybe it was just that he understood the toothy aliens better these days, thanks to what he was learning from Janet.
Although she wasn’t able to use human speech, he’d taught her sign language and now knew that most Weevils could be reasoned with. Finding out what was wrong with them was the first step to resolving any problems. Only the occasional rogue, usually a sick or injured individual cast out by its pack, was likely to cause any serious trouble.
Thanks to the telepathic link that connected the creatures, many were becoming almost as proficient at sign language as Janet, and recognised the Torchwood team on sight. Owen had even started a regular weekly Weevil clinic in an abandoned warehouse, where ailing Weevils could go for treatment.
It just went to show that a little understanding could go a long way.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Janet, Owen, Weevils.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 513: Nuisance at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Weevils aren’t as much of a nuisance as Ianto used to think.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When he’d first started working at Torchwood Three, Ianto had considered Weevils to be a nuisance; savage, dangerous, unpredictable creatures, not to be faced alone or without the proper equipment.
It was funny how time had changed his perspective; now he thought of them more as eccentric neighbours. Maybe it was true and familiarity did breed contempt. Or maybe it was just that he understood the toothy aliens better these days, thanks to what he was learning from Janet.
Although she wasn’t able to use human speech, he’d taught her sign language and now knew that most Weevils could be reasoned with. Finding out what was wrong with them was the first step to resolving any problems. Only the occasional rogue, usually a sick or injured individual cast out by its pack, was likely to cause any serious trouble.
Thanks to the telepathic link that connected the creatures, many were becoming almost as proficient at sign language as Janet, and recognised the Torchwood team on sight. Owen had even started a regular weekly Weevil clinic in an abandoned warehouse, where ailing Weevils could go for treatment.
It just went to show that a little understanding could go a long way.
The End