Double Drabble: A Tiny Problem
Title: A Tiny Problem
Author:
badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 717: Scale at
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Torchwood and the Rift conspire to give Ianto another major headache.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Wow!” Gwen studied the tiny vehicle in amazement. “Where did you get this? I bet Rhys would love one of those. Is it custom made? Maybe I could get him a scale model of a Harwood’s lorry. He’d be really chuffed with that, could sit it on his desk at work, use it as a paperweight.” She reached to pick up the little SUV.
“Don’t touch it!” Ianto snapped. “Not unless you’ve got ambitions to be a scaled down version of yourself.”
Snatching her hand away, Gwen took a couple of hasty steps back. “What d’you mean?”
The door of the miniature SUV opened, and a tiny Jack got out, waving cheerily. “Hi, Gwen!” he shouted. “We seem to have a tiny problem.”
Gwen’s eyes went wide, and she slapped both hands over her mouth. “Oh my God! What happened?”
Ianto shrugged. “Not sure. We found the tech we were looking for, put it in the boot, and…” He pointed. “That happened. Jack went to pick the SUV up, and he shrank too.”
“How did you get it back here?”
“I walked, and Jack drove just ahead of me. I suspect he’s enjoying this a lot more than I am.”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 717: Scale at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Torchwood and the Rift conspire to give Ianto another major headache.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Wow!” Gwen studied the tiny vehicle in amazement. “Where did you get this? I bet Rhys would love one of those. Is it custom made? Maybe I could get him a scale model of a Harwood’s lorry. He’d be really chuffed with that, could sit it on his desk at work, use it as a paperweight.” She reached to pick up the little SUV.
“Don’t touch it!” Ianto snapped. “Not unless you’ve got ambitions to be a scaled down version of yourself.”
Snatching her hand away, Gwen took a couple of hasty steps back. “What d’you mean?”
The door of the miniature SUV opened, and a tiny Jack got out, waving cheerily. “Hi, Gwen!” he shouted. “We seem to have a tiny problem.”
Gwen’s eyes went wide, and she slapped both hands over her mouth. “Oh my God! What happened?”
Ianto shrugged. “Not sure. We found the tech we were looking for, put it in the boot, and…” He pointed. “That happened. Jack went to pick the SUV up, and he shrank too.”
“How did you get it back here?”
“I walked, and Jack drove just ahead of me. I suspect he’s enjoying this a lot more than I am.”
The End