Double Drabble: Not Their Problem
Title: Not Their Problem
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 825: Dent at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: This really wasn’t Torchwood’s fault…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is not good,” Jack said, looking at the large and very noticeable dent in the middle of the ninth green at Cardiff Golf Course.
“Maybe we could fill it in,” Gwen suggested.
Jack frowned. “How? And with what?”
Everyone turned to look at Ianto.
He stared back at them. “What?”
“You know everything, that’s what you said that time.” Gwen smiled at him expectantly.
“That was a joke! I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously!”
“Wait, you mean you don’t know everything?” Jack sounded devastated.
“I have a photographic memory, but I’m not a walking encyclopaedia.”
“So what’re we goin’ to do about this hole then?” Gwen crouched down for a closer look.
“It’s a dent, not a hole,” Ianto pointed out. “And there’s not a lot we CAN do. The spaceship was heavy, it was bound to leave a mark of some sort. We can’t fill it in without making it even more noticeable. Best to leave it to whoever tends the greens. They’ll have to take the turf up, fill in the dent, then re-turf.”
“The golfers won’t be happy.” Jack shoved his hands in his pockets.
“We prevented another invasion. They should be thanking us.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 825: Dent at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: This really wasn’t Torchwood’s fault…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is not good,” Jack said, looking at the large and very noticeable dent in the middle of the ninth green at Cardiff Golf Course.
“Maybe we could fill it in,” Gwen suggested.
Jack frowned. “How? And with what?”
Everyone turned to look at Ianto.
He stared back at them. “What?”
“You know everything, that’s what you said that time.” Gwen smiled at him expectantly.
“That was a joke! I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously!”
“Wait, you mean you don’t know everything?” Jack sounded devastated.
“I have a photographic memory, but I’m not a walking encyclopaedia.”
“So what’re we goin’ to do about this hole then?” Gwen crouched down for a closer look.
“It’s a dent, not a hole,” Ianto pointed out. “And there’s not a lot we CAN do. The spaceship was heavy, it was bound to leave a mark of some sort. We can’t fill it in without making it even more noticeable. Best to leave it to whoever tends the greens. They’ll have to take the turf up, fill in the dent, then re-turf.”
“The golfers won’t be happy.” Jack shoved his hands in his pockets.
“We prevented another invasion. They should be thanking us.”
The End