Characters: Owen, Ianto, OCs.
Written For: Challenge 475: Mean at tw100.
Summary: It’s always tricky communicating with people who don’t know your language…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Team Torchwood were helping a group of aliens whose ship had landed on earth rather more suddenly than intended, thanks to engine failure.
Giving them the thumbs up to let them know they were all fine after their rough landing, Owen was taken aback by their reaction. Every last one of them flushed from pale blue to bright purple, their feathery crests shot upright, and their already large eyes widened so far he half expected their eyeballs to fall out.
“Uh, Owen?” Ianto murmured. “Somehow I don’t think that gesture means the same to them as it does to us.”