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badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-21 06:04 pm
badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-21 06:04 pm
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Double Drabble: Outside Help
Title: Outside Help
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack, the Doctor, Aliens.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 866: Who at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Thanks to some outside help, some aliens are on their way home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto and Jack stood watching as the TARDIS dematerialised, taking the Doctor and his passengers away from earth, going… Well, wherever it was they needed to go. Ianto still wasn’t entirely clear on where that was but then, the aliens hadn’t exactly been easy to communicate with. Not that he was blaming them, they were designed to live in water, and he wasn’t. Apparently his hearing wasn’t good enough to follow their rather burbly speech.
Jack had managed to make out enough of what they were saying, once they were safely installed in tanks of seawater, to work out what planet they were from, or what sector of space, or something, and he’d contacted the Doctor as a matter of urgency. Conditions on earth were tolerable to their visitors, but only just. The longer they stayed, the more their health would deteriorate.
Thankfully, the Doctor proved fluent in their language, which he spoke by plunging his head into the tanks with them. He didn’t seem to mind getting wet, but Ianto now had a lot of mopping up to do.
“See?” Jack grinned. “They’ll be home before they know it. Sometimes it’s not what you know but WHO you know.”
The End
Jack had managed to make out enough of what they were saying, once they were safely installed in tanks of seawater, to work out what planet they were from, or what sector of space, or something, and he’d contacted the Doctor as a matter of urgency. Conditions on earth were tolerable to their visitors, but only just. The longer they stayed, the more their health would deteriorate.
Thankfully, the Doctor proved fluent in their language, which he spoke by plunging his head into the tanks with them. He didn’t seem to mind getting wet, but Ianto now had a lot of mopping up to do.
“See?” Jack grinned. “They’ll be home before they know it. Sometimes it’s not what you know but WHO you know.”
The End