Characters: Ianto, OC.
Written For: Challenge 540: Theft at tw100.
Summary: There’s a very annoyed alien in the tourist office…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The tourist office burst open as a very aggrieved humanoid being strode in and stalked up to the counter, skin flushed purple, and its antennae waving in agitation. Ianto recognised it as an Ogonite, a race not exactly known for being mild-mannered, and devoutly hoped it hadn’t terrorised half of Cardiff on its way here.
“Um, hello; is there something I can do for you?” he asked, trying to be polite.
“I demand you return my property this instant!” the Ogonite said, its voice flat and expressionless thanks to the translator it was using.
“Your property? I don’t understand; I certainly haven’t stolen anything from you.”
“You have it here, I know you do! I have tracked it through space to this place! My property carries security tags in case of theft!”
“Ah, I think I begin to understand. Something of yours was taken by the Rift and ended up here in Cardiff. We have no control over the Rift, we simply collect the items that come through it and store them safely until they’re reclaimed by their rightful owners. If you’ll just tell me what was taken and when, I’m sure I’ll be able to return it to you.”