Double Drabble: Poor Thing
Title: Poor Thing
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 798: Mouth at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Some aliens simply can’t cope with the atmospheric conditions on earth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The latest Rift delivery had been alive when they’d found it, but just barely. Already struggling to breathe, like a fish dragged from the water, its wide mouth opened and closed as it desperately tried to suck into its lungs, or their alien equivalent, an atmosphere it was never designed for. There was nothing Owen could do for it. Not that he seemed particularly upset about it.
“Never seen anything like that before, studying its anatomy should be interesting.”
“Owen!” Gwen glared at the medic, shocked. “It’s a living creature!”
“Not for much longer. Best thing we can do for it is kill it. Oh, wait, no need.” Just as he spoke, the creature gave one final despairing gasp and slumped in a heap, dead. “Right, let’s get it back to the Hub so I can cut it up.”
“You’re such a ghoul!”
Owen ignored Gwen’s comment, busy ordering the rest of the team around, supervising as they wrestled the deceased creature into the back of the nondescript van they sometimes used for transporting larger objects.
“Poor thing,” Tosh said quietly. “What a horrible way to die.”
Ianto nodded. “It never stood a chance. At least its suffering is over.”
TBC in ‘ Scientific Curiosity’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 798: Mouth at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Some aliens simply can’t cope with the atmospheric conditions on earth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The latest Rift delivery had been alive when they’d found it, but just barely. Already struggling to breathe, like a fish dragged from the water, its wide mouth opened and closed as it desperately tried to suck into its lungs, or their alien equivalent, an atmosphere it was never designed for. There was nothing Owen could do for it. Not that he seemed particularly upset about it.
“Never seen anything like that before, studying its anatomy should be interesting.”
“Owen!” Gwen glared at the medic, shocked. “It’s a living creature!”
“Not for much longer. Best thing we can do for it is kill it. Oh, wait, no need.” Just as he spoke, the creature gave one final despairing gasp and slumped in a heap, dead. “Right, let’s get it back to the Hub so I can cut it up.”
“You’re such a ghoul!”
Owen ignored Gwen’s comment, busy ordering the rest of the team around, supervising as they wrestled the deceased creature into the back of the nondescript van they sometimes used for transporting larger objects.
“Poor thing,” Tosh said quietly. “What a horrible way to die.”
Ianto nodded. “It never stood a chance. At least its suffering is over.”
TBC in ‘ Scientific Curiosity’