Double Drabble: Possessed
Title: Possessed
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Kathy Swanson, Jack, Tosh, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Alien tech turns up in the oddest circumstances…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“He’s possessed!” the anguished woman cried. “Call an exorcist!”
Personally, Detective Swanson thought a possessed person would look rather more demonic than the woman’s plump, balding, seventy-five-year-old husband, who was doing nothing more alarming than writing equations all over the walls of his home. Instead of calling a priest, she called Torchwood.
“Detective Swanson! How can we help you?”
“How are you lot with cases of possible possession?” she asked. “Elderly man has suddenly developed very advanced mathematical skills.”
“Ooh, sounds interesting. We’ll be right there.”
While Tosh photographed the couple’s bedroom walls, Jack spoke to the wife. “Has your husband come across anything strange recently?”
“Well, there’s the old puzzle box he bought at a car boot sale yesterday,” she said hesitantly, fetching it and handing it to Jack. “He spent all evening trying to open it.”
“Well, there’s your problem. Don’t worry, we’ll have him back to normal in no time.” Jack fiddled with the box for a minute, the man’s eyes glazed over, and he slid to the floor. “He’ll be fine now.”
Back in the SUV, Jack handed the device to Tosh. “Amazing! First time I’ve ever seen a human interface with a Syrinxian astrogation calculator!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Kathy Swanson, Jack, Tosh, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 496: Possession at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Alien tech turns up in the oddest circumstances…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“He’s possessed!” the anguished woman cried. “Call an exorcist!”
Personally, Detective Swanson thought a possessed person would look rather more demonic than the woman’s plump, balding, seventy-five-year-old husband, who was doing nothing more alarming than writing equations all over the walls of his home. Instead of calling a priest, she called Torchwood.
“Detective Swanson! How can we help you?”
“How are you lot with cases of possible possession?” she asked. “Elderly man has suddenly developed very advanced mathematical skills.”
“Ooh, sounds interesting. We’ll be right there.”
While Tosh photographed the couple’s bedroom walls, Jack spoke to the wife. “Has your husband come across anything strange recently?”
“Well, there’s the old puzzle box he bought at a car boot sale yesterday,” she said hesitantly, fetching it and handing it to Jack. “He spent all evening trying to open it.”
“Well, there’s your problem. Don’t worry, we’ll have him back to normal in no time.” Jack fiddled with the box for a minute, the man’s eyes glazed over, and he slid to the floor. “He’ll be fine now.”
Back in the SUV, Jack handed the device to Tosh. “Amazing! First time I’ve ever seen a human interface with a Syrinxian astrogation calculator!”
The End