Double Drabble: Now What?
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badly_knittedTitle: Now What?
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 833: Roll at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: They’ve captured it, but what are they supposed to do now?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
It had taken the team a good four hours to track down the creature that had fallen through the Rift and knock it out with a tranquilliser dart; now it was starting to seem like that had been the easy part. The nearest road was almost a mile away, and the alien was unconscious, a mound of shaggy fur the size of hippo, lying in the middle of a field.
Tying its legs together has seemed like a good idea at the time, a way of making sure it didn’t try to escape again, but it meant that even when the sedative eventually wore off, it wouldn’t be able to walk.
“Now what?” Ianto asked. “How are we going to get this… whatever it is, back to the road and into the truck Rhys is bringing?” What they were going to do with it after that was also an issue, but first things first.
“Maybe we could roll it,” Jack suggested. “It’s mostly downhill.”
“And what if we snap its legs off in the process?” Owen demanded, pointing at the eight legs, tied securely together in pairs.
Ianto glared at Jack. “I told you we should bring the anti-gravity clamps!”
The End
Tying its legs together has seemed like a good idea at the time, a way of making sure it didn’t try to escape again, but it meant that even when the sedative eventually wore off, it wouldn’t be able to walk.
“Now what?” Ianto asked. “How are we going to get this… whatever it is, back to the road and into the truck Rhys is bringing?” What they were going to do with it after that was also an issue, but first things first.
“Maybe we could roll it,” Jack suggested. “It’s mostly downhill.”
“And what if we snap its legs off in the process?” Owen demanded, pointing at the eight legs, tied securely together in pairs.
Ianto glared at Jack. “I told you we should bring the anti-gravity clamps!”
The End
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Date: 2024-10-05 04:55 pm (UTC)Thank you!