Torchwood: Death Glare, Times Two
Title: Death Glare, Times Two
Author: thedeepeekay
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing, Characters: Team, unnamed kitten
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
Length: 446 words
Status: One-shot
Summary: This time, they'll have to clean up after themselves.
Author's Note: After reading tanarian's Kitten One, Torchwood Nil here, my mind insisted it would be fun to have them glare at the team together.
As always, not beta'd.
Crossposted to / originally posted at: Nowhere, for once again I am too much of a coward to confess my crimes.
Written: July 2008
Death Glare, Times Two
The cog door rolled back, revealing four dripping figures in which one could recognize, with a lot of fantasy, Torchwood's doctor, its technical genius, liaison to the police, and fearless leader. All four seemed rather - disgusted.
And with good reason.
They were covered in two (Gwen and Tosh), five (Jack, who had thrown himself in front of the women) and twelve (Owen) layers of alien snot. Smelly alien snot in a disgusting, and staining, shade of green. Which is why, as soon as the alien threat had been taken care off, i.e. the aliens been told that they were not allowed on Earth during cold season and, on their insistence, examined by the local medical expert, the four of them climbed into the SUV, the team actually urging Jack to drive faster towards the showers of the Hub.
After half a dozen near accidents they rushed out of the car, into the lift, and through the door, leaving sticky green residue on everything they touched and an equally green trail of footsteps on their way. They had decided early in the mission that they would dare brave Ianto's wrath in this case. The local tea boy come field agent could be intimidating at times, but alien snot smelled a lot worse than even Owen's coffee. Surely he'd understand. Or forgive them for an additional espresso machine.
Or so they had thought before the cog door rolled back to reveal them to the Hub's occupants.
Two dark heads froze, bent over the vessels they had been drinking from. Two noses wrinkled disbelievingly. Two faces rose up, set in blank masks. Two sets of eyes examined first the team from head to toe, then followed the green trail through the door, before returning to the dripping people now recognizing their mistake. Two glares bored into the very souls of the highly trained, battle hardened defenders of Earth, now gulping, shuffling their feet, and, three of them, trying to hide behind their leader.
Then two looks were exchanged, and in one smooth motion the taller of the two scooped down, picking the smaller one and his bowl of milk up and moving with them to the invisible lift, keeping a safe distance between them and the new arrivals.
On the slab of the lift, both man and kitten turned around, letting their disapproval show on their faces.
"We'll take the rest of the day off. You should be able to clean up after yourself this once."
With that they disappeared from view, leaving the dripping team behind.
"Maybe it would be best to sink the SUV in the bay before they come in tomorrow."
Author: thedeepeekay
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing, Characters: Team, unnamed kitten
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
Length: 446 words
Status: One-shot
Summary: This time, they'll have to clean up after themselves.
Author's Note: After reading tanarian's Kitten One, Torchwood Nil here, my mind insisted it would be fun to have them glare at the team together.
As always, not beta'd.
Crossposted to / originally posted at: Nowhere, for once again I am too much of a coward to confess my crimes.
Written: July 2008
Death Glare, Times Two
The cog door rolled back, revealing four dripping figures in which one could recognize, with a lot of fantasy, Torchwood's doctor, its technical genius, liaison to the police, and fearless leader. All four seemed rather - disgusted.
And with good reason.
They were covered in two (Gwen and Tosh), five (Jack, who had thrown himself in front of the women) and twelve (Owen) layers of alien snot. Smelly alien snot in a disgusting, and staining, shade of green. Which is why, as soon as the alien threat had been taken care off, i.e. the aliens been told that they were not allowed on Earth during cold season and, on their insistence, examined by the local medical expert, the four of them climbed into the SUV, the team actually urging Jack to drive faster towards the showers of the Hub.
After half a dozen near accidents they rushed out of the car, into the lift, and through the door, leaving sticky green residue on everything they touched and an equally green trail of footsteps on their way. They had decided early in the mission that they would dare brave Ianto's wrath in this case. The local tea boy come field agent could be intimidating at times, but alien snot smelled a lot worse than even Owen's coffee. Surely he'd understand. Or forgive them for an additional espresso machine.
Or so they had thought before the cog door rolled back to reveal them to the Hub's occupants.
Two dark heads froze, bent over the vessels they had been drinking from. Two noses wrinkled disbelievingly. Two faces rose up, set in blank masks. Two sets of eyes examined first the team from head to toe, then followed the green trail through the door, before returning to the dripping people now recognizing their mistake. Two glares bored into the very souls of the highly trained, battle hardened defenders of Earth, now gulping, shuffling their feet, and, three of them, trying to hide behind their leader.
Then two looks were exchanged, and in one smooth motion the taller of the two scooped down, picking the smaller one and his bowl of milk up and moving with them to the invisible lift, keeping a safe distance between them and the new arrivals.
On the slab of the lift, both man and kitten turned around, letting their disapproval show on their faces.
"We'll take the rest of the day off. You should be able to clean up after yourself this once."
With that they disappeared from view, leaving the dripping team behind.
"Maybe it would be best to sink the SUV in the bay before they come in tomorrow."