Fic: X Marks The Spot (1/1)
Title: X Marks The Spot
Fandom Torchwood
Rating: PG
Characters: The Team
Word Count: ~650
Summary: An old map comes through the rift, leading to a field in the Welsh countryside
Spoilers: Set early series 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, but I wouldn’t say no to a pet pterodactyl.
Authors Note: After the last episdoe of Torchwood, I needed to write something daft. This is the result. Written for the a_to_z_prompts challenge. Unbeated, sorry.
X marks the spot
“Ianto, the signal is coming from about 20 meters to your right.”
“You were right; it’s the same co-ordinates as the cross on the map. Thanks Tosh.”
Ianto turned to the other three members of the team.
“This is it.”
“Alright then team,” Jack threw each member of the team a spade. “Start digging.”
The previous day the rift had spat map, dating back to 1815. There was a large black cross drawn on the middle of a field in the Welsh countryside. Jack had immediately announced a field trip. The team had been back to the countryside a few times since their run in with the cannibals, but that didn’t mean they were thrilled about a return trip.
Jack had agreed that one person could stay behind at the hub and monitor the rift.
Tosh’s name was the one pulled out of the hat. Owen spent almost the entire 4 hour drive speculating how Tosh could have rigged the result; despite Jack showing him three times that each person’s name was only entered once.
Jack was grateful that there were no locals walking around. Explaining why four people were digging up a field, with what looked like four heavily modified spades, would take some time. Not to mention their supply of Retcon was seriously low in stock after three weevils, a homesick 23rd century penguin and the team’s pet pterodactyl had escaped from the hub and decided to go on a pub crawl.
Needless to say, the landlords kicked off when they realised nobody was picking up the tab. It seems penguins have a weakness for Baileys and weevils have a particular fondness for Scotch…Myfanwy was quite willing to drink anything put in front of her.
She did, however, take offence to the young man who tried to chat her up, resulting in the police having to break up the fight and Jack having to retcon half of the Cardiff police force.
It was amazing how quickly the news, that a real life pterodactyl was currently nursing a hangover in one of the cells, could travel down the Police grapevine.
Jack had spent 18 hours retconning people while he left the rest of the team to deal with the drunkards. Ianto had spent three days cleaning up after the hungover pterodactyl while Owen was made to babysit the Weevils. The penguin took the least looking after, falling asleep as soon as it had been bundled into the SUV.
After about fifteen minutes of digging - and ten minutes of Owen complaining about “the bloody countryside” they came across a large wooden box.
Jack and Owen hauled the box out of the ditch and laid it on the grass next to their feet. The box was simply made with a large padlock on the front. Owen immediately set about prising it open.
It was open in about ten seconds.
“What were you told about taking alien artefacts out of the Hub without my permission?" Owen chose to ignore this remark, to busy staring transfixed at the contents of the box.
“I’m rich! I’m rich!” The box was full of gold coins that glittered in the sunlight.
“Don’t you mean we’re rich?” Gwen pointed out. Owen ignored her.
“I can buy that sports car I wanted and there’s a new Xbox coming out.”
“That would more than pay for my wedding and the honeymoon.”
“I always wanted to buy a speedboat. Girls can’t turn down a guy with his own speed boat.”
Ianto laughed and left them deciding what they would do with their share of the money to tell Tosh the news. A loud yell of despair had him running back towards the group. Owen was huddled over next to the box, the misery written all over his face.
“It’s chocolate.” He sighed holding up the gold wrapper and the half melted chocolate coin. “It’s bloody chocolate!”
My Torchwood master list can be found here.
Fandom Torchwood
Rating: PG
Characters: The Team
Word Count: ~650
Summary: An old map comes through the rift, leading to a field in the Welsh countryside
Spoilers: Set early series 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, but I wouldn’t say no to a pet pterodactyl.
Authors Note: After the last episdoe of Torchwood, I needed to write something daft. This is the result. Written for the a_to_z_prompts challenge. Unbeated, sorry.
X marks the spot
“Ianto, the signal is coming from about 20 meters to your right.”
“You were right; it’s the same co-ordinates as the cross on the map. Thanks Tosh.”
Ianto turned to the other three members of the team.
“This is it.”
“Alright then team,” Jack threw each member of the team a spade. “Start digging.”
The previous day the rift had spat map, dating back to 1815. There was a large black cross drawn on the middle of a field in the Welsh countryside. Jack had immediately announced a field trip. The team had been back to the countryside a few times since their run in with the cannibals, but that didn’t mean they were thrilled about a return trip.
Jack had agreed that one person could stay behind at the hub and monitor the rift.
Tosh’s name was the one pulled out of the hat. Owen spent almost the entire 4 hour drive speculating how Tosh could have rigged the result; despite Jack showing him three times that each person’s name was only entered once.
Jack was grateful that there were no locals walking around. Explaining why four people were digging up a field, with what looked like four heavily modified spades, would take some time. Not to mention their supply of Retcon was seriously low in stock after three weevils, a homesick 23rd century penguin and the team’s pet pterodactyl had escaped from the hub and decided to go on a pub crawl.
Needless to say, the landlords kicked off when they realised nobody was picking up the tab. It seems penguins have a weakness for Baileys and weevils have a particular fondness for Scotch…Myfanwy was quite willing to drink anything put in front of her.
She did, however, take offence to the young man who tried to chat her up, resulting in the police having to break up the fight and Jack having to retcon half of the Cardiff police force.
It was amazing how quickly the news, that a real life pterodactyl was currently nursing a hangover in one of the cells, could travel down the Police grapevine.
Jack had spent 18 hours retconning people while he left the rest of the team to deal with the drunkards. Ianto had spent three days cleaning up after the hungover pterodactyl while Owen was made to babysit the Weevils. The penguin took the least looking after, falling asleep as soon as it had been bundled into the SUV.
After about fifteen minutes of digging - and ten minutes of Owen complaining about “the bloody countryside” they came across a large wooden box.
Jack and Owen hauled the box out of the ditch and laid it on the grass next to their feet. The box was simply made with a large padlock on the front. Owen immediately set about prising it open.
It was open in about ten seconds.
“What were you told about taking alien artefacts out of the Hub without my permission?" Owen chose to ignore this remark, to busy staring transfixed at the contents of the box.
“I’m rich! I’m rich!” The box was full of gold coins that glittered in the sunlight.
“Don’t you mean we’re rich?” Gwen pointed out. Owen ignored her.
“I can buy that sports car I wanted and there’s a new Xbox coming out.”
“That would more than pay for my wedding and the honeymoon.”
“I always wanted to buy a speedboat. Girls can’t turn down a guy with his own speed boat.”
Ianto laughed and left them deciding what they would do with their share of the money to tell Tosh the news. A loud yell of despair had him running back towards the group. Owen was huddled over next to the box, the misery written all over his face.
“It’s chocolate.” He sighed holding up the gold wrapper and the half melted chocolate coin. “It’s bloody chocolate!”
My Torchwood master list can be found here.