Double Drabble: Anywhere But Here
Title: Anywhere But Here
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 814: Where? at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a surprise for his team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“If you could go anywhere at all in the entire universe, where would you go?” Jack asked one morning, when the team were sitting around the conference table. Any other day, this would have been the time they spent going over the day’s business and discussing any ongoing projects. For the last couple of days, however, the Rift had been quiet, and according to Tosh’s monitoring program, it was going to stay that way for at least another week.
Gwen perked up; she loved teambuilding games. “Ooh, a tropical beach somewhere.”
Owen slumped further down in his seat. “Boring! I’d go to one of those pleasure worlds Jack’s talked about.”
“Of course you would,” Tosh muttered. “The whole of the universe and you’d just want to get drunk on alien alcohol. I’d like to visit a technologically advanced planet, so I could maybe get some idea of how all the tech that’s fallen through the Rift is supposed to work.”
“Busman’s holiday!” Owen blew a raspberry.
Tosh turned to her friend. “What about you, Ianto?
“Klimmpet Major,” Ianto said, smiling. “I’ve heard the scenery is breathtaking, and they have coffee.”
Jack beamed as the TARDIS materialised. “Klimmpet Major it is.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 814: Where? at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack has a surprise for his team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“If you could go anywhere at all in the entire universe, where would you go?” Jack asked one morning, when the team were sitting around the conference table. Any other day, this would have been the time they spent going over the day’s business and discussing any ongoing projects. For the last couple of days, however, the Rift had been quiet, and according to Tosh’s monitoring program, it was going to stay that way for at least another week.
Gwen perked up; she loved teambuilding games. “Ooh, a tropical beach somewhere.”
Owen slumped further down in his seat. “Boring! I’d go to one of those pleasure worlds Jack’s talked about.”
“Of course you would,” Tosh muttered. “The whole of the universe and you’d just want to get drunk on alien alcohol. I’d like to visit a technologically advanced planet, so I could maybe get some idea of how all the tech that’s fallen through the Rift is supposed to work.”
“Busman’s holiday!” Owen blew a raspberry.
Tosh turned to her friend. “What about you, Ianto?
“Klimmpet Major,” Ianto said, smiling. “I’ve heard the scenery is breathtaking, and they have coffee.”
Jack beamed as the TARDIS materialised. “Klimmpet Major it is.”
The End