Double Drabble: Failed Attempt
Title: Failed Attempt
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Team Torchwood, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Another invasion attempt is foiled by Torchwood, with a little help from the weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Aliens usually chose to invade London at Christmas. Maybe they were drawn by the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping in England’s capital, or perhaps they thought the population would be too distracted by the approach of the festive season to notice the massive spaceship overhead, or the strange beings bent on infiltration.
Either way, try the same trick too many times and people start to pay attention; these days, London was prepared for the annual incursion, which was most likely the reason this year’s invasion force had chosen a different venue, namely Cardiff.
That was bad judgement on their part, clearly they didn’t realise that Cardiff was protected by Torchwood. They may only be five people, but this wasn’t their first rodeo, and they weren’t about to be pushed around by a bunch of aliens who hadn’t done their homework. For supposedly intelligent, scientifically advanced people, most alien races didn’t seen to be particularly bright. This lot were no exception.
They huddled together beneath a tree in Bute Park, totally demoralised, squealing every time a raindrop fell on them. Rain could come as quite a shock to people who’d never encountered it before. They just wanted to go home.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Team Torchwood, OCs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Another invasion attempt is foiled by Torchwood, with a little help from the weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Aliens usually chose to invade London at Christmas. Maybe they were drawn by the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping in England’s capital, or perhaps they thought the population would be too distracted by the approach of the festive season to notice the massive spaceship overhead, or the strange beings bent on infiltration.
Either way, try the same trick too many times and people start to pay attention; these days, London was prepared for the annual incursion, which was most likely the reason this year’s invasion force had chosen a different venue, namely Cardiff.
That was bad judgement on their part, clearly they didn’t realise that Cardiff was protected by Torchwood. They may only be five people, but this wasn’t their first rodeo, and they weren’t about to be pushed around by a bunch of aliens who hadn’t done their homework. For supposedly intelligent, scientifically advanced people, most alien races didn’t seen to be particularly bright. This lot were no exception.
They huddled together beneath a tree in Bute Park, totally demoralised, squealing every time a raindrop fell on them. Rain could come as quite a shock to people who’d never encountered it before. They just wanted to go home.
The End