Double Drabble: One Breath
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badly_knittedTitle: One Breath
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 858: Breath / Breathe at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The air on most alien planets is safe for humans to breathe, but sometimes caution is required.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Ghost of a Chance ‘Verse.
Alien planets didn’t smell the same as earth, which made sense. They had different plant and animal life, their own industries, the people’s physiology differed, even the air was made up of a different mix of gasses, although on most worlds it was still safe for humans to breathe. Getting used to the strange odours took a while, and on a few planets where they’d delivered goods, Ianto would have preferred not having to breathe at all, but on the whole, he was adjusting.
Some planets smelled better than earth, others a lot worse, especially one where the people tended to be a bit… gassy, and there were occasions when he and Jack had to wear breathers because the air was either toxic, or didn’t contain enough oxygen, but other than that it wasn’t too much of a problem.
This time, however, as they entered a kind of restaurant or nightclub on Kipplar, where they were staying for a few days, Ianto breathed deeply of air that smelled faintly spicy and made his nostrils tingle.
“What’s that scent?”
Jack winced. “Someone’s smoking goldenglow.” He smiled apologetically at Ianto. “It’s a hallucinogen. You’re about to take the trip of your life.”
The End
Some planets smelled better than earth, others a lot worse, especially one where the people tended to be a bit… gassy, and there were occasions when he and Jack had to wear breathers because the air was either toxic, or didn’t contain enough oxygen, but other than that it wasn’t too much of a problem.
This time, however, as they entered a kind of restaurant or nightclub on Kipplar, where they were staying for a few days, Ianto breathed deeply of air that smelled faintly spicy and made his nostrils tingle.
“What’s that scent?”
Jack winced. “Someone’s smoking goldenglow.” He smiled apologetically at Ianto. “It’s a hallucinogen. You’re about to take the trip of your life.”
The End
