Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Team, OCs.
Written For: Challenge 641: Fortune at tw100.
Summary: The team search for the lost alien.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto wasted no time rounding up the rest of the team to search for Thirteen, the missing alien. If it was the smallest of the litter then it was likely the most vulnerable and Cardiff was a very big, very dangerous place for one lost, fuzzy alien not much bigger than the average Yorkshire Terrier.
Loading the other twelve aliens into the SUV, they drove to the last place Thirteen had been seen, up near the Red Dragon Centre, which in turn wasn’t far from Atlantic Wharf. Now the problem would be to keep the other aliens out of sight while they searched for their missing littermate.
“I hope Thirteen hasn’t fallen in the water,” Ianto fretted. That would be the worst kind of misfortune for a small creature. If it didn’t drown it would probably freeze.
“There’s so much traffic about it could just as easily get run over,” Tosh said.
Ianto shuddered at the thought.
Thankfully, Thirteen proved to be more fortunate than it deserved, considering that it had managed to get itself lost. They tracked it to the Odeon Cinema.
“We not come earth see movies!” One told it crossly.
“Got popcorn! Don’t know what you missing!”