Characters: Jack, Team, OC.
Written For: Challenge 646: Spin at tw100.
Summary: Alien worlds are even more alien than he’d anticipated.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The sights, sounds, and smells of this bustling alien world were enough to make anyone’s head spin. The natives strode past intent on whatever business they were conducting, many travelling on their lower limbs while other rode in a dizzying variety of fantastical mechanical conveyances. Both people and vehicles came in so many colours and shapes they resembled a kaleidoscopic blur. It was difficult to focus on just one when there were so many.
‘I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought other worlds would be similar to my own, but this one isn’t. I’m completely out of my depth!’ It was scary, confusing, and bewildering. ‘I’m not a very good adventurer. Perhaps I should have stayed home.’
He shrank back into the shadows as several of the locals veered towards him, resplendent in a wide array of peculiar garments.
“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?” the first one said. Amazingly, it seemed these aliens spoke his language! The being held out an upper limb.
“Captain Jack Harkness at your service. These people are my team. Don’t worry, you’re alright now. We’ll get you home safely.”
Furfingle relaxed. Maybe the natives weren’t so scary after all.