Characters: Team Torchwood.
Written For: Challenge 517: Narrow at tw100.
Summary: They survived the cannibals, now they just want to go home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The narrow country lanes sped past the tinted windows of the SUV. On the way out of Cardiff the interior of the vehicle had been filled with chatter, Owen grousing about the countryside, the rest of the team variously teasing him or speculating on what might be the cause of the recent disappearances they were investigating. Now they knew, and it was as though the truth had stolen their voices. What was there to be said? They’d been expecting aliens, not cannibals cutting up their fellow countrymen for dinner.
They dealt daily with the weird and unnatural, things most folks would say didn’t exist, the figments of a deranged imagination, but nothing they’d ever come across had been as horrifying as what they’d just encountered. The memories were already haunting each member of the team, like inescapable waking nightmares.
It was a miracle they’d all survived, battered and badly shaken but still more or less in one piece, though it had been a close call. Now they wanted nothing more than to get away from the bleak, wide-open spaces, retreat to the familiar noise and bustle of the city, and embrace a world that despite its inherent dangers represented safety.