Characters: Ianto, Jack, OCs.
Written For: Challenge 497: Kind at tw100.
Summary: Torchwood does what’s best for Riftugees.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Team Torchwood had been searching most of the day for whatever had come through the Rift shortly before dawn. All Tosh had been able to deduce was that it was alive, and approximately the size of a cat.
They’d been going in circles following the trail of Rift energy the creature was leaving as it wandered around, but eventually they arrived at a cottage on the outskirts, where an elderly lady was sitting in a lawn chair, surrounded by cats, and with something that definitely wasn’t a cat curled up on her lap.
“Hello!” Ianto greeted. “Excuse me, but we’ve been looking all over for your little friend there.” He gestured to the lilac-furred, fox-like creature she was scratching behind the ears.
“Oh, she’s yours? I was wondering where she came from, poor mite. So scared and hungry, she showed up when I was feeding my other cats; I couldn’t let her starve. I suppose you’ll be wanting her back,” she said sadly
Recognising the creature as a Fenex, completely harmless and often kept as pets, Jack shook his head. “She needs a home if you’re interested.” She’d be better off with the kind old lady than in a cell.