Double Drabble: Far-Fetched
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badly_knittedTitle: Far-Fetched
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Kathy Swanson, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 851: Tail / Tale at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Torchwood team are good at cover stories.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“That’s a bit of a tall tale,” DI Kathy Swanson said, looking from one member of the Torchwood team to the next, her expression dubious.
“With all the weirdness you’ve seen since I gave you the inside scoop on exactly what Torchwood does, NOW you decide we’re being far-fetched?” Jack said.
Kathy considered that. “It’s not that I don’t believe you…” She’d seen Weevils, a Bozog, which was something she’d never forget, an alien invasion defeated using copious amounts of tea, and tiny blue imps in the police station’s locker room, biting people’s toes. She’d even seen Jack Harkness die and come back to life, good as new, so if Torchwood said something was so, she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt; they were usually right, even if their claims tended to sound outlandish. “I just don’t know how you’re going to convince a hundred and seventy-three people who woke up naked in a muddy field that they imagined it.”
“We have no intention of telling them that,” Ianto said calmly. “They were affected by a gas leak, which is true, after a fashion. We’ll just leave out the part about them temporarily turning into pigs.
The End
“With all the weirdness you’ve seen since I gave you the inside scoop on exactly what Torchwood does, NOW you decide we’re being far-fetched?” Jack said.
Kathy considered that. “It’s not that I don’t believe you…” She’d seen Weevils, a Bozog, which was something she’d never forget, an alien invasion defeated using copious amounts of tea, and tiny blue imps in the police station’s locker room, biting people’s toes. She’d even seen Jack Harkness die and come back to life, good as new, so if Torchwood said something was so, she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt; they were usually right, even if their claims tended to sound outlandish. “I just don’t know how you’re going to convince a hundred and seventy-three people who woke up naked in a muddy field that they imagined it.”
“We have no intention of telling them that,” Ianto said calmly. “They were affected by a gas leak, which is true, after a fashion. We’ll just leave out the part about them temporarily turning into pigs.
The End
