Characters: Owen, Jack, Alien.
Written For: Challenge 466: Tongue at tw100.
Summary: Owen gets a lesson in manners.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Most of what fell through the Rift was inanimate: artefacts, technology, or as often as not, a load of old rubbish. With the odd exception, those kinds of things were relatively easy for Torchwood to deal with, only needing to be collected, catalogued, and stored. The same couldn’t be said for the living creatures the team sometimes had to deal with.
Aliens tended to be unpredictable. Some were friendly, others were hostile, but not all of them were sentient, and it wasn’t always easy to tell which were animals and which were civilised beings.
“Argh! Get it off me!” Owen yelped as their latest visitor, a shaggy creature a bit like a lime green orang-utan with tentacles for arms, stuck out a long black tongue and started thoroughly licking his face.
“Don’t be rude, Owen,” Jack chastised. “The Villneffe are highly intelligent, and peaceful people; that’s just their traditional way of saying hello. Now be nice and lick her.”
“What? That’s unhygienic!”
“She’ll be offended if you don’t,” Jack said firmly.
Pulling a disgusted face, Owen did as ordered, leaning in and licking the alien’s pale green face. She purred happily and Owen found himself grinning. “She tastes of strawberries!”