Characters: Ianto, alien.
Written For: Challenge 472: Primitive at tw100.
Summary: The latest arrival through the Rift isn’t impressed with earth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“This is rather primitive, isn’t it?” the alien asked disparagingly. Ianto gritted his teeth; he’d heard nothing but thinly veiled insults since the being had arrived in Cardiff having been snatched up by the Rift. Clearly he thought he was slumming on this backwater planet known by its inhabitants as ‘Earth’.
“You should consider yourself lucky,” he snapped, finally running out of patience. “A few years ago, you would’ve been taken prisoner, experimented on, and then dissected. I think you’ll find we’re much more civilised these days.”
The alien’s pale skin went paler still, but there were no more insults.