Double Drabble: Misinformation
Title: Misinformation
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Tosh, OMC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s Torchwood’s job to keep Rift Gifts from falling into the wrong hands, no matter what it takes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The main reason Torchwood were so quick to respond to Rift alerts was because they didn’t want civilians getting hold of something dangerous. Since they couldn’t tell what had come through until they saw it, and often not even then, it made more sense to collect Rift Gifts as soon as possible, before they had a chance to cause harm, or go astray. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, there were always going to be occasions when someone else got there first.
This time they arrived on the scene to find a teenage boy had beaten them to it, and was examining a small, round device that had practically been dropped at his feet.
“I’ll take that,” Jack said firmly.
“What? No way! Possession’s nine tenths of the law. I found it, so it’s mine.” He shoved it in his pocket.
“You know that’s a bomb, right? If it heats up a couple more degrees… Well, there won’t be enough of you left to identify.”
The boy scrabbled at his pocket and tossed the device at Jack before running off. “Changed my mind.”
“Is it really a bomb?” Tosh asked nervously.
“Of course not, but he didn’t know that.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Tosh, OMC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s Torchwood’s job to keep Rift Gifts from falling into the wrong hands, no matter what it takes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The main reason Torchwood were so quick to respond to Rift alerts was because they didn’t want civilians getting hold of something dangerous. Since they couldn’t tell what had come through until they saw it, and often not even then, it made more sense to collect Rift Gifts as soon as possible, before they had a chance to cause harm, or go astray. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, there were always going to be occasions when someone else got there first.
This time they arrived on the scene to find a teenage boy had beaten them to it, and was examining a small, round device that had practically been dropped at his feet.
“I’ll take that,” Jack said firmly.
“What? No way! Possession’s nine tenths of the law. I found it, so it’s mine.” He shoved it in his pocket.
“You know that’s a bomb, right? If it heats up a couple more degrees… Well, there won’t be enough of you left to identify.”
The boy scrabbled at his pocket and tossed the device at Jack before running off. “Changed my mind.”
“Is it really a bomb?” Tosh asked nervously.
“Of course not, but he didn’t know that.”
The End