Double Drabble: Painful Encounter
Title: Painful Encounter
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The latest alien to arrive via the rift isn’t particularly friendly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Having an alien spit right in his eye wasn’t just disgusting; it hurt! Jack did his best to keep his wits about him, but the affected eye burned as though it had been doused with acid, which might well be the case. Fumbling at his ear, he clicked his Bluetooth to connect him with the rest of the team.
“Keep your distance!” he ordered, covering his injured eye with one hand. “I don’t know what this thing is, but it spits, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the receiving end.” He stumbled backwards, trying to put some distance between himself and the alien, both eyes streaming, blurring his vision so he could barely see.
Ianto’s voice came over the comms: “Breaking out the protective gear; we’ll be with you soon.”
“Okay, good.” Jack squinted at the alien, trying to keep track of it without getting in range again. The pain in his eye was less, but he wasn’t sure whether that was because it was healing or because of nerve damage.
Not that it mattered; he knew he’d be fine. He always was. He just needed his team to stop this thing before anyone else got hurt.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The latest alien to arrive via the rift isn’t particularly friendly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Having an alien spit right in his eye wasn’t just disgusting; it hurt! Jack did his best to keep his wits about him, but the affected eye burned as though it had been doused with acid, which might well be the case. Fumbling at his ear, he clicked his Bluetooth to connect him with the rest of the team.
“Keep your distance!” he ordered, covering his injured eye with one hand. “I don’t know what this thing is, but it spits, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the receiving end.” He stumbled backwards, trying to put some distance between himself and the alien, both eyes streaming, blurring his vision so he could barely see.
Ianto’s voice came over the comms: “Breaking out the protective gear; we’ll be with you soon.”
“Okay, good.” Jack squinted at the alien, trying to keep track of it without getting in range again. The pain in his eye was less, but he wasn’t sure whether that was because it was healing or because of nerve damage.
Not that it mattered; he knew he’d be fine. He always was. He just needed his team to stop this thing before anyone else got hurt.
The End