Double Drabble: Walking Wounded
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badly_knittedTitle: Walking Wounded
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 857: Heal / Heel at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Every member of the team is suffering an injury.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Working for Torchwood was dangerous, every member of the team was aware of that. Seldom a day went by when no one was sporting a healing injury of some description, anything from a nasty papercut, caused by careless filing, to broken bones, concussion, and penetrating wounds. Right now, everyone was hurting.
Owen had cut his hand during an autopsy when his scalpel had slipped. Gwen had skidded in mud and bruised her tailbone. Tosh had a black eye from being hit in the face by a flailing tentacle. Ianto had bruised ribs from being kicked in the chest by something that looked like a cross between a panda and a kangaroo, and Jack was missing half his teeth, the result of being thrown face-first against a wall.
“Thought you were supposed to heal fast,” Owen had commented, when Torchwood’s leader had arrived back at the Hub with a bloody mouth and a handful of broken teeth.
“I do,” he mumbled through bruised lips. “But growing new teeth takes a while, they don’t sprout overnight.” He tried for his usual confident grin, but stopped when everyone turned away.
Ianto smiled sympathetically. “Sorry, Jack. It doesn’t have the same effect without teeth.”
The End
Owen had cut his hand during an autopsy when his scalpel had slipped. Gwen had skidded in mud and bruised her tailbone. Tosh had a black eye from being hit in the face by a flailing tentacle. Ianto had bruised ribs from being kicked in the chest by something that looked like a cross between a panda and a kangaroo, and Jack was missing half his teeth, the result of being thrown face-first against a wall.
“Thought you were supposed to heal fast,” Owen had commented, when Torchwood’s leader had arrived back at the Hub with a bloody mouth and a handful of broken teeth.
“I do,” he mumbled through bruised lips. “But growing new teeth takes a while, they don’t sprout overnight.” He tried for his usual confident grin, but stopped when everyone turned away.
Ianto smiled sympathetically. “Sorry, Jack. It doesn’t have the same effect without teeth.”
The End
