Double Drabble: Determination
Title: Determination
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Owen, Dizzy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 577: Weird at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Dizzy is behaving a bit oddly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Owen?”
“What?” Owen didn’t bother looking away from his computer game, much to Gwen’s annoyance.
“Is something up with Dizzy?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“You don’t think it’s behaving a bit, I don’t know, weird?”
“It’s a Fluff, Gwen; they’re always a bit weird.”
“Well, weirder than usual then.”
“In what way?” Owen finally looked up at his colleague.
“See for yourself.”
Owen looked where Gwen was pointing; there was Dizzy, stretched out stiff and straight on the concrete, its head twitching slightly from side to side. He chuckled.
“It’s trying to measure itself, making a mark on the concrete with a piece of chalk at its head end, but every time it turns to make a mark at its tail end, it moves its tail and has to start again,” he explained
“How long has it been trying?”
“Dunno, hour and a half maybe?”
“Why don’t you help it then? The poor thing!”
“I’d help if Dizzy wanted me to, but it doesn’t. Leave it be. This is something it wants to figure out for itself; how else will it learn?”
Cautiously Dizzy slithered its head around towards its tail. This time it was determined to succeed.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Owen, Dizzy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 577: Weird at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Dizzy is behaving a bit oddly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Owen?”
“What?” Owen didn’t bother looking away from his computer game, much to Gwen’s annoyance.
“Is something up with Dizzy?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“You don’t think it’s behaving a bit, I don’t know, weird?”
“It’s a Fluff, Gwen; they’re always a bit weird.”
“Well, weirder than usual then.”
“In what way?” Owen finally looked up at his colleague.
“See for yourself.”
Owen looked where Gwen was pointing; there was Dizzy, stretched out stiff and straight on the concrete, its head twitching slightly from side to side. He chuckled.
“It’s trying to measure itself, making a mark on the concrete with a piece of chalk at its head end, but every time it turns to make a mark at its tail end, it moves its tail and has to start again,” he explained
“How long has it been trying?”
“Dunno, hour and a half maybe?”
“Why don’t you help it then? The poor thing!”
“I’d help if Dizzy wanted me to, but it doesn’t. Leave it be. This is something it wants to figure out for itself; how else will it learn?”
Cautiously Dizzy slithered its head around towards its tail. This time it was determined to succeed.
The End