Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Gwen, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 517: Narrow at tw100.
Summary: The latest arrival through the Rift is proving a bit difficult to capture.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“That,” Ianto panted, “was the textbook definition of a narrow escape.”
“Tell me about it!” Even Jack, with his unfair advantage of rapid healing, was tired and breathless. “Everybody okay?”
“Think so,” said Tosh. “Thank goodness for running shoes.”
“Wish I’d worn mine,” Gwen sighed. “My boots chafe. I’m getting blisters.”
“Still beats getting you head ripped off,” Owen pointed out. “What is that thing?”
“Damned if I know,” Jack admitted. “But we still have to catch it before it kills anyone.”
“Oh joy,” said Ianto. “Back into the fray?”
Jack nodded. “I think we need a better plan though.”