Double Dabble: Human Nature
Title: Human Nature
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OCs, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 549: Nature at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Sometimes people can surprise you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The general opinion was that humans weren’t ready to know about aliens; their track record with the ones that had so far wound up on earth by accident was less than impressive. There’d been the weevil fight club, the butchered space whale, a poor innocent Fluff getting shot at by farmers… There was no telling what fate would have met some of the aliens, both sentient and not, if Torchwood hadn’t got to them first.
This time they were late, thanks to roadworks causing a traffic jam. By the time the team reached the coordinates of the Rift spike, the displaced alien had already been discovered by a gang of teenagers.
Fearing the worst, Jack and the others raced forwards, but to their surprise, far from harming the defenceless alien the youths were instead doing what they could to help. One had removed his jacket and wrapped it around the shivering being, another had done a pretty good job of splinting its injured leg.
“Well done,” Jack said. “We’ll take over now.”
“You won’t hurt it, will you?”
Ianto smiled; moments like this restored his faith in human nature. “We’ll do our best to help your new friend get home.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OCs, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 549: Nature at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Sometimes people can surprise you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The general opinion was that humans weren’t ready to know about aliens; their track record with the ones that had so far wound up on earth by accident was less than impressive. There’d been the weevil fight club, the butchered space whale, a poor innocent Fluff getting shot at by farmers… There was no telling what fate would have met some of the aliens, both sentient and not, if Torchwood hadn’t got to them first.
This time they were late, thanks to roadworks causing a traffic jam. By the time the team reached the coordinates of the Rift spike, the displaced alien had already been discovered by a gang of teenagers.
Fearing the worst, Jack and the others raced forwards, but to their surprise, far from harming the defenceless alien the youths were instead doing what they could to help. One had removed his jacket and wrapped it around the shivering being, another had done a pretty good job of splinting its injured leg.
“Well done,” Jack said. “We’ll take over now.”
“You won’t hurt it, will you?”
Ianto smiled; moments like this restored his faith in human nature. “We’ll do our best to help your new friend get home.”
The End