Drabble: The Seventh Day…
Title: The Seventh Day…
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, team, OCs
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Random insanity.
Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Part 7 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’.
The Sixth Day...
On the seventh day of Christmas, the team had the task of fishing seven very bedraggled beings out of the Taff.
It had to be said that as swimmers, they left a lot to be desired, but they were certainly giving it their best try.
“I’m no ornithologist, but I’m pretty sure these aren’t swans,” said Owen breathlessly, hauling one out of the water.
“Well spotted, Owen,” snarked a waterlogged Ianto. “What tipped you off?”
“Actually, they’re Melicans,” Jack explained, “They’re from a desert planet in the Swan Nebula.”
“That explains why they can’t swim,” Ianto muttered, wringing himself out.
TBC in ‘The Eighth Day…’
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I can't come up with anything for the Melicans at the moment, but I have a few ideas for the six guys a-laying.
Yeah, poor waterlogged Melicans, they've never seen so much water in their lives! Usually at home there are only small pools and springs, the occasional shower of rain... Swimming is a completely alien concept to them.
Is this number 200??
I think perhaps Ianto has explained to the rest of the team, since they were so slow, so by this point they have a vague idea of what to expect, they just have to work out how to interpret each 'gift'.
Fear not, Jack is providing copious hugs for his frazzled Ianto. *pets Ianto* Poor boy would be hiding under the bed if not for Jack!
I, somehow, have a mental image of Jack being very amused by all of this. That grin he gets every so often. Except for how upset it's making Ianto. I know he hates that.
Now if he can only get Ianto to relax a little.
Edited at 2013-12-29 11:20 am (UTC)
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