Characters: Ianto, Gwen, Aliens.
Written For: Challenge 512: Squeeze at tw100.
Summary: Not all aliens are robust…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“Whatever you do, don’t squeeze it,” Ianto warned as Gwen angled her tongs towards one of the small, blobby creatures that had come through the Rift. “They squash easily.”
“If they’re so delicate, why don’t we just use our hands to scoop them up?”
“Because their skin exudes a substance that will melt anything other than metal, glass, or rock and I don’t think you want your fingers dissolving.”
“Not on my list of things to try,” Gwen agreed. “Oops!” The tiny creature she was picking up went squelch, dissolving into a puddle.
Ianto sighed. “Maybe tablespoons would work better.”