Double Drabble: World Peace
Title: World Peace
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Fluffs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 698: Peace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: World peace has finally been achieved, thanks to alien intervention.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Hundreds of years ago, back in the twenty-first century, Ianto had doubted that world peace would ever be a possibility. There was too much divisiveness, too much intolerance, too many power-hungry would-be dictators causing strife within and between nations. Then the 456 had come, wanting to take ten percent of earth’s children, and humanity had briefly been of one mind, facing a common foe.
Things hadn’t changed overnight, but that was surely when they’d begun to improve. The arrival of representatives from several friendly alien races had helped, as people had begun to realise how insignificant they were, and how unimportant their quarrels, when compared to the sheer immensity of the universe.
Two millennia on, and earth was enjoying a golden age. National borders were merely lines on maps and the closest to war humanity had come in the last thousand years had wound up being little more than a mild disagreement over who should be allowed use of a newly formed island, the result of volcanic activity in the ocean between two continents. It had been settled easily by declaring it Fluff Island.
Fluffs were everywhere now, helping everyone understand each other. Ianto was convinced they’d saved the world.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Fluffs.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 698: Peace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: World peace has finally been achieved, thanks to alien intervention.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Hundreds of years ago, back in the twenty-first century, Ianto had doubted that world peace would ever be a possibility. There was too much divisiveness, too much intolerance, too many power-hungry would-be dictators causing strife within and between nations. Then the 456 had come, wanting to take ten percent of earth’s children, and humanity had briefly been of one mind, facing a common foe.
Things hadn’t changed overnight, but that was surely when they’d begun to improve. The arrival of representatives from several friendly alien races had helped, as people had begun to realise how insignificant they were, and how unimportant their quarrels, when compared to the sheer immensity of the universe.
Two millennia on, and earth was enjoying a golden age. National borders were merely lines on maps and the closest to war humanity had come in the last thousand years had wound up being little more than a mild disagreement over who should be allowed use of a newly formed island, the result of volcanic activity in the ocean between two continents. It had been settled easily by declaring it Fluff Island.
Fluffs were everywhere now, helping everyone understand each other. Ianto was convinced they’d saved the world.
The End