Title: The Seventh Day…
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, team, OCs
Written For: Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100
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…’