Double Drabble: Logistics
Title: Logistics
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 776: Back at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: How to fit seven beings into a vehicle with only five-seats.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
It all came down to logistics, Ianto decided as he studied the problem. It was a good thing that was something he excelled at, since the rest of the team were apparently clueless.
The SUV had seating for five, although in a pinch, four could be squeezed into the backseat, maybe five if one was small enough to sit on a lap, although there wouldn’t be enough seatbelts to go around, and whoever was driving would have to be extra careful.
There were five team members, and two tall, slender, but rather inflexible aliens needing transportation to the Hub. They also happened to be out in the countryside, fifteen miles from Cardiff, and nowhere near a bus route, so leaving anyone behind was not an option.
“I’ll drive. Jack, you get the passenger seat, Tosh and Gwen, squeeze into the middle of the backseat, with our guests to either side.”
“Oi! What about me?” Owen stomped around from the back where he’d been stowing his medical kit.
“Ah, you’ll have to ride in the back with the equipment.”
“What? Why me?”
“Well, you can’t expect one of the girls to sit back there, so you’re the only one who’ll fit.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 776: Back at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: How to fit seven beings into a vehicle with only five-seats.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
It all came down to logistics, Ianto decided as he studied the problem. It was a good thing that was something he excelled at, since the rest of the team were apparently clueless.
The SUV had seating for five, although in a pinch, four could be squeezed into the backseat, maybe five if one was small enough to sit on a lap, although there wouldn’t be enough seatbelts to go around, and whoever was driving would have to be extra careful.
There were five team members, and two tall, slender, but rather inflexible aliens needing transportation to the Hub. They also happened to be out in the countryside, fifteen miles from Cardiff, and nowhere near a bus route, so leaving anyone behind was not an option.
“I’ll drive. Jack, you get the passenger seat, Tosh and Gwen, squeeze into the middle of the backseat, with our guests to either side.”
“Oi! What about me?” Owen stomped around from the back where he’d been stowing his medical kit.
“Ah, you’ll have to ride in the back with the equipment.”
“What? Why me?”
“Well, you can’t expect one of the girls to sit back there, so you’re the only one who’ll fit.”
The End