Double Drabble: Weird Behaviour
Title: Weird Behaviour
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 754: Door at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is exhibiting unusual behaviour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen stood in the doorway to the underground garage, watching in fascination. He’d seen plenty of weird behaviour since he started working for Torchwood more than three years ago, but this was unusual, even by the standards of the people he worked with.
Ianto had the SUV’s boot open and was struggling to manhandle a large containment unit out of the rear compartment by himself, while Jack appeared to be doing some kind of alien war dance, complete with chanting.
He danced in a circle, bending almost double, then straightening up, before bending over again. He hopped on the spot, duckwalked several steps with his head almost level with his knees, like he was trying to find something he’d dropped on the floor, then skipped backwards…
“Owen, give me a hand with this, will you? It’s heavy and Jack’s… no help at all.”
“What’s he doing?” Owen enquired, wandering over, not taking his eyes off Jack, who was continuing to dance around and babble in an alien language. “Is he under the influence of whatever’s in there?” He indicated the box.
“No, this is just junk.” Ianto smirked at Owen. “Jack managed to slam the car door on his fingers.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 754: Door at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is exhibiting unusual behaviour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen stood in the doorway to the underground garage, watching in fascination. He’d seen plenty of weird behaviour since he started working for Torchwood more than three years ago, but this was unusual, even by the standards of the people he worked with.
Ianto had the SUV’s boot open and was struggling to manhandle a large containment unit out of the rear compartment by himself, while Jack appeared to be doing some kind of alien war dance, complete with chanting.
He danced in a circle, bending almost double, then straightening up, before bending over again. He hopped on the spot, duckwalked several steps with his head almost level with his knees, like he was trying to find something he’d dropped on the floor, then skipped backwards…
“Owen, give me a hand with this, will you? It’s heavy and Jack’s… no help at all.”
“What’s he doing?” Owen enquired, wandering over, not taking his eyes off Jack, who was continuing to dance around and babble in an alien language. “Is he under the influence of whatever’s in there?” He indicated the box.
“No, this is just junk.” Ianto smirked at Owen. “Jack managed to slam the car door on his fingers.”
The End