Written For: Challenge 541: Hero / Heroic at tw100.
Summary: One morning, Ianto gets a very odd sort of visit.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto was a bit flummoxed; he’d been happily working away in the tourist office, the only place he could get any peace at the moment thanks to the squabbling that was going on downstairs, and then…
There’d been a sudden weird sound, like a kettle with a swarm of bees in it, whistling backwards, then a flash of darkness, and when he blinked his eyes clear, he was surrounded by little red beings with three legs, six round eyes, six arms, pointy ears, and elephant trunks for noses. Even for Torchwood, it was a bit strange
The aliens gazed up at him in awe before bowing in unison, so low their silver crests brushed the floor.
“Honoured Hero Yarntow Jowens,” they trilled in oddly accented English. “We pay tribute, Great One!”
“Ooooooh!” They straightened up. “Plis bless us Beens! Prosprity, Hapnes, Full-Body Flavr!”
Prosperity and happiness he could understand, but full-bodied flavour? Before Ianto could comment, each alien produced a small bag of coffee beans. Smiling, Ianto got down to the business of blessing them.
He had no idea what he’d do in the future that would lead to this, but it looked like it would be interesting!