Double Drabble: Speedy
Title: Speedy
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, alien.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 507: Zip at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The latest Rift Gift isn’t being very cooperative.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto coined the term ‘Rift Gift’ soon after joining Torchwood Three, but in truth, far from being gifts, most of what the Rift dumped on Cardiff was more of a nuisance than anything else. This latest offering was a case in point.
With a growing sense of frustration Ianto watched the little creature zip past him in the opposite direction. There it went again, and they were still no closer to catching it than they had been when this farcical retrieval began.
He and Jack had been chasing the damned thing around in circles for what felt like forever. Ianto was in good physical shape, thanks to all the exercise he got on the job, but by this point he was tired and breathless, while the little alien showed no sign of slowing down any time soon. It was running rings around them, literally. Time for a new tactic.
“Ianto! What are you stopping for? We almost had it that time!” Jack yelled, zipping past in hot pursuit.
Ianto bent over, hands on knees, drawing in great gulps of air. “You chase it if you want; I’ll just wait here and try to grab it when it comes round again.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, alien.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 507: Zip at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The latest Rift Gift isn’t being very cooperative.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto coined the term ‘Rift Gift’ soon after joining Torchwood Three, but in truth, far from being gifts, most of what the Rift dumped on Cardiff was more of a nuisance than anything else. This latest offering was a case in point.
With a growing sense of frustration Ianto watched the little creature zip past him in the opposite direction. There it went again, and they were still no closer to catching it than they had been when this farcical retrieval began.
He and Jack had been chasing the damned thing around in circles for what felt like forever. Ianto was in good physical shape, thanks to all the exercise he got on the job, but by this point he was tired and breathless, while the little alien showed no sign of slowing down any time soon. It was running rings around them, literally. Time for a new tactic.
“Ianto! What are you stopping for? We almost had it that time!” Jack yelled, zipping past in hot pursuit.
Ianto bent over, hands on knees, drawing in great gulps of air. “You chase it if you want; I’ll just wait here and try to grab it when it comes round again.”
The End