Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 587: Poke at tw100.
Summary: Torchwood has a new alien resident.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Torchwood’s latest alien visitor sat in a heap on the floor of a cell. Jack had tasked Owen with checking it over for injury, while finding out everything he could about it. If they had to look after it for any length of time, at the very least they’d need to know what it ate.
It was a species none of them had encountered before, there wasn’t anything in Torchwood’s databases that even came close; it was merely a shapeless, slimy-looking, black, rubbery lump, with no limbs and no discernible features.
They knew it was alive because their scanners registered life signs coming from it, but the only other thing they’d learned was that its skin was toxic; Jack had touched it and died almost immediately. Transporting it to the Hub had been tricky; using old planks they’d levered up one edge and slid an old door under it, then used that to carry it into the van.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ianto said as Owen poked the thing with one of his instruments.
“I’m trying to examine… fuck!” The probe turned black and melted.
“Yuk! Maybe you’d best just scan it from a safe distance.”