Double Drabble: Horrible Sight
Title: Horrible Sight
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 454: Idea at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to deal with something horrible.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble
“What is it?” Jack asked, recoiling slightly at the sight. He’d seen a lot of horrible things in his time, but this was one of the worst.
Ianto stared at the lumpy greyish green thing in horrified disgust. “I have no idea whatsoever. I was hoping you might know.”
“No, sorry. Never seen anything like it; I’m sure I’d remember if I had. That’s not the sort of thing that’s easily forgotten.”
“You’re telling me.” Ianto shuddered dramatically. “I’ll probably be having nightmares about it for weeks.”
Jack inched closer to the thing. “You’re sure it’s not alive?”
“That would depend on your definition of ‘alive’. I’m reasonably sure it’s not sentient, but beyond that it’s anybody’s guess.”
Jack reached out a gloved hand, then drew it back. “I don’t want to touch it.”
“Me neither, but one of us has to. Can’t just leave it there, can we?”
“Definitely not!” The very thought of leaving it where it was… “Pass me the tongs?”
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
“Just one thing, Jack.”
“What?”
“Next time the Doctor invites us to take a trip in the TARDIS…”
“Yes?”
“Tell him to give us some warning so I can clear out the fridge first.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 454: Idea at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to deal with something horrible.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble
“What is it?” Jack asked, recoiling slightly at the sight. He’d seen a lot of horrible things in his time, but this was one of the worst.
Ianto stared at the lumpy greyish green thing in horrified disgust. “I have no idea whatsoever. I was hoping you might know.”
“No, sorry. Never seen anything like it; I’m sure I’d remember if I had. That’s not the sort of thing that’s easily forgotten.”
“You’re telling me.” Ianto shuddered dramatically. “I’ll probably be having nightmares about it for weeks.”
Jack inched closer to the thing. “You’re sure it’s not alive?”
“That would depend on your definition of ‘alive’. I’m reasonably sure it’s not sentient, but beyond that it’s anybody’s guess.”
Jack reached out a gloved hand, then drew it back. “I don’t want to touch it.”
“Me neither, but one of us has to. Can’t just leave it there, can we?”
“Definitely not!” The very thought of leaving it where it was… “Pass me the tongs?”
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
“Just one thing, Jack.”
“What?”
“Next time the Doctor invites us to take a trip in the TARDIS…”
“Yes?”
“Tell him to give us some warning so I can clear out the fridge first.”
The End