Double Drabble: Playful Visitors
Title: Playful Visitors
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Team, aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 831: Park at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There are aliens in the park, scaring the humans.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Bute Park, and most especially the area around the children’s play park with its swings, slide, roundabout, climbing frame, seesaw, and sandpit, was in chaos, parents running around and screaming, desperately trying to protect their children from the creatures that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Torchwood, alerted by Tosh’s Rift monitor, were on the scene within minutes, Jack skidding the SUV to a halt in a spray of gravel and five people piling out, weapons drawn, almost before it came to a stop. As adults fled, dragging or carrying their protesting children, the team strode purposefully in the opposite direction, ready to deal with the terrifying threat.
Jack was in the lead, ready to do battle with the invaders, but he stopped dead when he saw the cause of the commotion.
Somewhere around twenty pink and lavender puffballs were scampering about, some scrambling up the steps of the slide and gliding down, trilling enthusiastically, others trying to get the roundabout to spin, a few on the swings, rocking back and forth, even a couple digging in the sandpit.
“Don’t look particularly dangerous, do they?” Ianto said at his side.
“They’re not. They’re called Vooshna, they live to have fun.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Team, aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 831: Park at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There are aliens in the park, scaring the humans.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Bute Park, and most especially the area around the children’s play park with its swings, slide, roundabout, climbing frame, seesaw, and sandpit, was in chaos, parents running around and screaming, desperately trying to protect their children from the creatures that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Torchwood, alerted by Tosh’s Rift monitor, were on the scene within minutes, Jack skidding the SUV to a halt in a spray of gravel and five people piling out, weapons drawn, almost before it came to a stop. As adults fled, dragging or carrying their protesting children, the team strode purposefully in the opposite direction, ready to deal with the terrifying threat.
Jack was in the lead, ready to do battle with the invaders, but he stopped dead when he saw the cause of the commotion.
Somewhere around twenty pink and lavender puffballs were scampering about, some scrambling up the steps of the slide and gliding down, trilling enthusiastically, others trying to get the roundabout to spin, a few on the swings, rocking back and forth, even a couple digging in the sandpit.
“Don’t look particularly dangerous, do they?” Ianto said at his side.
“They’re not. They’re called Vooshna, they live to have fun.”
The End