Characters: Team Torchwood
Written For: Challenge 483: Hard at tw100.
Summary: Working for Torchwood isn’t for the fainthearted.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
There was nothing cushy about working for Torchwood. It was a tough life, involving long, irregular, often unsociable hours, frequently spent outdoors in all kinds of weather. Days off were rare, and could be cancelled at the last minute with no warning, holidays were even rarer, and forget about having a lie in at the weekend because Torchwood agents were on call even when they weren’t technically on duty.
The work was anything but glamorous, and you needed a strong stomach to deal with the blood and guts, stinking slime, alien bodily fluids, and at times, rotting corpses. There were frequent field trips to the sewers, and days spent up to your armpits in mud, sludge, ooze, or worse.
You needed to be fit to cope with all the running and the heavy lifting, and nerves of steel were necessary for facing down hostile alien hordes bent on enslaving the planet, not to mention hungry Weevils and Hoix.
On top of all that, there was the clerical side of the job to contend with, mainly consisting of endless paperwork.
In short, anyone afraid of hard work need not apply.
Still, those who chose the life couldn’t imagine doing anything else.