Double Drabble: No Time To Rest
Title: No Time To Rest
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 766: Hope at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: After an exhausting chase around Cardiff, the team just want to rest.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Team Torchwood staggered into the Hub, hot, wet, and utterly exhausted. Those who would fit collapsed onto the battered old sofa, and Jack, finding there was no room for him, opted for the floor. It was cold and hard, but a lot closer than the nearest chair.
“Well, that was…” Tosh started.
“Exhausting,” Ianto finished for her.
“I was going to say interesting, but exhausting is more accurate.”
“Do we even know what those things were?” Gwen asked, looking from Jack, to Ianto, then back to Jack.
“Aliens?” Jack tipped his head back against Ianto’s knee to look up at her.
“I know that much, but what sort? And were they intelligent?”
“Does it matter?” Ianto cracked open one eye. “They were small, fast, annoying, and bitey. I don’t care what they were; I’m just glad they’re gone.”
“At least they weren’t venomous, so we’re not all goin’ to keel over from being gnawed on; that’s the best part of the whole sorry business,” said Owen.
Ianto nodded. “Chewed to death by aliens is not how I’d want to go.”
Before anyone else could speak, the Rift alarms blared. Everyone groaned.
Jack lurched upright. “Let’s hope they haven’t come back!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 766: Hope at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: After an exhausting chase around Cardiff, the team just want to rest.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Team Torchwood staggered into the Hub, hot, wet, and utterly exhausted. Those who would fit collapsed onto the battered old sofa, and Jack, finding there was no room for him, opted for the floor. It was cold and hard, but a lot closer than the nearest chair.
“Well, that was…” Tosh started.
“Exhausting,” Ianto finished for her.
“I was going to say interesting, but exhausting is more accurate.”
“Do we even know what those things were?” Gwen asked, looking from Jack, to Ianto, then back to Jack.
“Aliens?” Jack tipped his head back against Ianto’s knee to look up at her.
“I know that much, but what sort? And were they intelligent?”
“Does it matter?” Ianto cracked open one eye. “They were small, fast, annoying, and bitey. I don’t care what they were; I’m just glad they’re gone.”
“At least they weren’t venomous, so we’re not all goin’ to keel over from being gnawed on; that’s the best part of the whole sorry business,” said Owen.
Ianto nodded. “Chewed to death by aliens is not how I’d want to go.”
Before anyone else could speak, the Rift alarms blared. Everyone groaned.
Jack lurched upright. “Let’s hope they haven’t come back!”
The End