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Four drabbles, all for the UNIT challenge on tw100.
Title: Sontaran Mating Habits
Characters: Jack, Bambera
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
He catches himself thinking that she cleans up nicely. That segues smoothly into the thought that if he'd said that out loud, he'd be testing his immortality in ways he really doesn't want to.
"So, Winifred." He drapes an arm over her shoulders. "Heard you ran into a band of Sontarans. I hate those guys."
"Yes," she answers, curt. "We did."
"I bet they wouldn't be half as grouchy if they didn't have to clone."
"Tell me, Harkness. You invite me here to discuss Sontaran mating habits?"
"No, sir," Jack says, leaning forward to pour her another glass of wine.
Title: Stopping By
Characters: Jack, Doris, Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart
Rating: G (shameless fluff)
Challenge: UNIT
He leans over to kiss her; she protests, pantomimes pushing him away, but it's obvious that she adores it.
She shows him through to the kitchen, where tea awaits. He's been dropping in like this for years, usually when he needs advice on how to save the world. Doris disappears when they talk business, but always returns with food and idle gossip to cheer them up.
But today is Doris' birthday only, and he's brought flowers.
His existence is probably classified, and his organisation certainly is, but no one ever accused Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart of being unable to keep a secret.
Title: Jurisdiction Disputes
Characters: Owen, OC
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
"We saw it first," he insists between bites of jam-filled pastry.
Lieutenant Morgan gives him an unimpressed look; he's Torchwood, he's irritating, and he's got icing sugar down his front-- no way he's getting back to the crash site.
"Finder's keepers."
Morgan snorts. "This isn't a playground. I've got my orders, straight from Geneva."
"Beyond the government, kitten," Torchwood tries again, sucking stray jam from his thumb in a thoroughly unattractive manner. "That's you, by the way."
He attempts to shove his way through the perimeter, but a rifle against his chest stops him. She smirks. "Did you say kitten?"
Title: Plea
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
"Look," Jack sighs into his mobile for what seems like the hundredth time, "it really isn't funny."
Ianto can hear the laughter from where he's sitting, shackled to the wall. The others are still unconscious in the cell across the way.
"How was I supposed to know?" Jack is saying now. "Come on, you could have warned us about the mind control."
Tosh stirs.
"Aren't you tired of hearing it yet?"
More laughter. Idly Ianto wonders if they're on speaker again.
"All right," Jack interrupts, exasperated. "Fine. We're restrained in our own cells. Just come and break us out, Captain."
Title: Sontaran Mating Habits
Characters: Jack, Bambera
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
He catches himself thinking that she cleans up nicely. That segues smoothly into the thought that if he'd said that out loud, he'd be testing his immortality in ways he really doesn't want to.
"So, Winifred." He drapes an arm over her shoulders. "Heard you ran into a band of Sontarans. I hate those guys."
"Yes," she answers, curt. "We did."
"I bet they wouldn't be half as grouchy if they didn't have to clone."
"Tell me, Harkness. You invite me here to discuss Sontaran mating habits?"
"No, sir," Jack says, leaning forward to pour her another glass of wine.
Title: Stopping By
Characters: Jack, Doris, Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart
Rating: G (shameless fluff)
Challenge: UNIT
He leans over to kiss her; she protests, pantomimes pushing him away, but it's obvious that she adores it.
She shows him through to the kitchen, where tea awaits. He's been dropping in like this for years, usually when he needs advice on how to save the world. Doris disappears when they talk business, but always returns with food and idle gossip to cheer them up.
But today is Doris' birthday only, and he's brought flowers.
His existence is probably classified, and his organisation certainly is, but no one ever accused Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart of being unable to keep a secret.
Title: Jurisdiction Disputes
Characters: Owen, OC
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
"We saw it first," he insists between bites of jam-filled pastry.
Lieutenant Morgan gives him an unimpressed look; he's Torchwood, he's irritating, and he's got icing sugar down his front-- no way he's getting back to the crash site.
"Finder's keepers."
Morgan snorts. "This isn't a playground. I've got my orders, straight from Geneva."
"Beyond the government, kitten," Torchwood tries again, sucking stray jam from his thumb in a thoroughly unattractive manner. "That's you, by the way."
He attempts to shove his way through the perimeter, but a rifle against his chest stops him. She smirks. "Did you say kitten?"
Title: Plea
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: G
Challenge: UNIT
"Look," Jack sighs into his mobile for what seems like the hundredth time, "it really isn't funny."
Ianto can hear the laughter from where he's sitting, shackled to the wall. The others are still unconscious in the cell across the way.
"How was I supposed to know?" Jack is saying now. "Come on, you could have warned us about the mind control."
Tosh stirs.
"Aren't you tired of hearing it yet?"
More laughter. Idly Ianto wonders if they're on speaker again.
"All right," Jack interrupts, exasperated. "Fine. We're restrained in our own cells. Just come and break us out, Captain."