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Christmas Weevil

Drabble: Masked Bandit

Title: Masked Bandit

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Janet.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 348: Weevil at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Janet is causing unexpected problems.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Another one where I’m posting an extended version as well as the 100-word drabble.







Sending Janet the Weevil back into the sewers hadn’t exactly gone to plan.



Owen had decided to tag and release her to track her movements. While not exactly tame, she was judged safe around humans, so no one had been worried. That had been before they’d started getting calls from the police.



It seemed someone in a mask was staging a daring series of muggings. Members of the public were peeved at having their purchases snatched right out of their hands.



“We’d better get her back,” Jack decided, frowning at Ianto. “Why’d you have to get her addicted to coffee?”



Extended version



Releasing Janet the Weevil back into the sewers hadn’t exactly gone to plan.



Owen had decided it would be a good idea to tag her then set her loose to track her movements around the city. It would give him a better idea of Weevil habits in the ‘wild’. While not exactly tame, she was judged not to be a threat to humans anymore, so no one had really been worried. That had been before the calls had started coming in from the police a few days later.



It seemed someone in a mask was staging a daring series of… well, not exactly muggings, no one was really being hurt according to the cops, but members of the public were peeved at having their purchases snatched right out of their hands.



“We’d better get her back,” Jack decided, frowning at Ianto. “Why’d you have to get her addicted to coffee?”



The End





Comments

Well Janet only reacted as a true TW 3 member 😉
So true! Janet is as addicted as everyone else, lol!

Thank you!
I bet Janet was disappointed in her ill-gotten gains. After all, nothing compares with Ianto's brew! LOL
When you're in need of caffeine, sometimes you just have to take what's available -= literally, in Janet's case. She has no money to buy her own ;)

Thank you!
Oh, Janet. How very...Torchwood of you.

Cute :)

Edited at 2015-06-20 04:47 am (UTC)
All of Torchwood are fuelled by Ianto's coffee ;)

Thank you!
Indeed we they are! <3
Considering the hours they often have top work, they need something to keep them going.

Oh, I wish I had access to Ianto's coffee!
Ugh, you're tellin' me!!! *I type as I'm literally only awake because I'm a bonafide insomniac woohoo*
I stay up later than I probably should some nights, but now that there's only me I can do as I please. At least in summer I can stay in bed as late as I want. I live in hope that one day I might catch up on sleep.
I'm not totally on my own but my parents have basically given up on establishing any routine bedtime for my siblings and I (all three twentyish+) lol. I just have so much trouble sleeping! It's really quite absurd. This morning I even wrote an inappropriate haiku about not happy I am with this situation.
I never left home. It was just mum and me for the last 30+ years, until she passed away 4 months ago. Now there's only me. I always sleep badly because of health problems, I fall asleep easily, but wake up so often I probably only get 5 or 6 hours sleep on a good night, in bits. Most nights I wake up every hour or so. It's not as bad now I'm not responsible for looking after mum, I can nap during the day if I need to, but I'm permanently tired and there's so much sorting out that needs doing. It never ends.
Oh, that's the worst way to be alone, I'm so terribly sorry dear. I lost my mum years ago (in an obviously very different situation, as I was twelve) and I know it's quite hard, and I can't imagine taking care of her was at all easy either. Bless you for doing so :) That final conundrum, though, I do share! I'm always tired and whatever I do will be a catch-22 on how much it helps and it's really just a lot of 'ugh'.
Being a carer is tough, even more so since I'm not in good health myself and I don't have the carer gene. It was stressful, frustrating for both of us, and completely draining, I felt more like the servant than her daughter. Mum was always independent, wanted to do things for herself, but after the stroke her memory was unpredictable, she kept forgetting how to do things and I had to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. I just couldn't relax at all. Even so, I wish she was still here.

Not getting enough sleep makes everything more difficult =(
I'm sorry you had to deal with that. My uncle is/was my maternal grandmother's carer and he's not really cut out for that...I only had to deal with it some, after she really started losing her faculties. Last time I saw her she was surprisingly independent, although that might just be an impression because tbh she's always been a little mental, and even after she got to the point where she really wasn't physically able to do things, she'd be so insistent that she was, down to just going and doing the things. One time, she 'went for a walk around the neighbourhood' which involved her walking alongside one of the highways in the area (which is quite close to where my uncle lives) totally convinced she was in Detroit - they live in Jacksonville FL.
She (we all) had a hard time losing my mother, and slowly she drifted to the point where she literally didn't know I existed - she would see me and invariably think either that a) I was my mother as a teenager and it was the 60s or b) I was myself at the age of six, before my parents and I moved out of her house.
As far as I know she's still alive...but my uncle, in his own grief, has cut everyone off from them that had a relation to my mother. Friends, my grandmother's best friends since high school who raised their kids, considered my mother's and his cousins, in conjunction with my grandmother raising them, me. It's really one of the most painful things going on in my life, really. Especially since he won't talk to me, so I don't even know what's going on other than that he's in great pain and he really doesn't like my father because he's politically liberal and not Catholic and, one of my 'great-aunts' found out, my grandmother's been put in a nursing home. Don't know where, anything...
Whether it's for stubbornness or desperation or dedication or w/e I still call their house and leave messages all the time even though no one answers.

Sorry that got really long, I'm still reeling from this every day.

I certainly still wish my mother was here, but under different circumstances than you and your mother of course, as I wasn't taking care of her.

This is all really....well, difficult.

It's good having people who know what I'm talking about, though <3
Yeah, and I'm so sorry you're uncle has cut himself off from everyone. All you can really do is keep leaving messages in the hope that he'll eventually reach out to family again.

It's always hard to lose someone you love, at whatever age, and you're grieving the loss of your uncle and grandmother too, even though they're still alive. Just not knowing what's going on with them must be tremendously difficult.

Mum and I lived together for 53 years. After my sister married and my father left, it was just the two of us. Dad passed away a few years ago but I hadn't seen him in 10 years, just spoke to him on the phone regularly. His health was going downhill and I'm not able to get out much so that was the only way of keeping in contact. Now mum's gone too and I hardly see anyone now. I don't mind being alone too much. I have my internet friends to talk to, but it does get lonely sometimes. I have plenty of things to keep me busy though. I've written every day for the last year and a half, and posted at least one piece of writing everyday. It keeps me sane, more or less.

She's smarter than she looks. A cunning plan to get recaptured, because of course, no other coffee could compare.

She was desperate, poor old girl! She'll be back home with a regular supply of the good stuff soon. She can't understand why they tossed her out to fend for herself.

Thank you!
LOL oh Janet, someone should have taught her Stealing is wrong.

Great drabble both versions.
She was desperate, she needed coffee, even not very good coffee. caffeine withdrawal is as bad for Weevils as it is for humans ;)

Thank you!
Lol! :-)
Janet just wants to be home, where the coffee is always good!

Thank you!
poor Janet!!
She's coffee deprived =(

Thank you!