Characters: Ianto, Jack, Alien.
Written For: Challenge 471: Track at tw100.
Summary: You can never be sure what you’re looking for until you find it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Most of the time the Rift just dropped inanimate objects on Cardiff, and while the objects themselves weren’t always welcome, for the most part they were vastly preferable to living creatures.
There’s a lot to be said for Rift Gifts that stay exactly where they’re deposited; for one thing, it makes then much easier to find. Sentient beings and animals are far less cooperative.
Ianto aimed his torch at the ground, following the tracks of their latest visitor. Whatever it was, it moved fast; they’d been on its trail for more than two hours, and they still hadn’t caught up. The only good thing about the whole situation was that going by the size of the small footprints it was leaving in the mud, it wasn’t very big, probably only half the size of your average cat. With that in mind, they’d brought a small carrying cage with them to put their visitor in when they found it.
Turning a corner, Ianto spotted their quarry trundling along the path ahead of them and cursed softly.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.
“We’re going to need a bigger cage.”
Apparently the footprints were only small because the enormous centipede had so many feet.