Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 479: Pant / Pants at tw100.
Summary: Weevils are a lot faster than they look.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“How come Weevils never get out of breath?” Ianto asked, bent over, hands on his knees, panting for breath.
“They must keep in shape,” Jack panted back from where he was leaning against a tree to keep from falling over. “Unlike us.”
Owen, sprawled on his back on the grass, didn’t have enough breath left to speak, just made a few vague gestures.
“He says it was a very fast Weevil,” Ianto translated. “The Mo Farah of its species. Lot of stamina.”
“Which is why it got away,” Jack agreed. “We should catch it and enter it in the Olympics.”