Double Drabble: Tripping

[badly_knitted]

 


Title: Tripping
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Gwen, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 740: Sky at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Torchwood is having one of those days.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
 


 
Keeping the Torchwood Three team small had its benefits; a secret organisation was easier to keep on the downlow when it only consisted of five people. Days like this though, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.
 

Owen, the team’s only medic, had been carrying out a necropsy on a dead alien. Gwen had been assisting because she’d been bored with paperwork and had wanted something more exciting to do.
 

Unfortunately, cutting into the dead creature had released an unknown gas, and while the air scrubbers had done their job quickly, eradicating it before it could spread to the rest of the Hub, it was too late to prevent both Owen and Gwen from breathing it in.

 
On the plus side, they were still alive and not showing any serious physical effects from it, but they were also both now sky high, having what appeared to be the trip of a lifetime. They were giggling, dancing around, and trying to catch bubbles only they could see.

 
Jack was in London, and Tosh was busy attempting to synthesise an antidote, meaning Ianto was left singlehandedly trying to keep his colleagues out of trouble, which wasn’t easy. He didn’t get paid enough for this!

 
 
The End



 
 
 
 

Comments

[siberian_skys]

Ianto definitely doesn't get paid enough for his job.

[badly_knitted]

He gets all the crappy jobs, poor boy.

Thank you!

[siberian_skys]

Yes he does.