Double Drabble: Something Wonderful
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badly_knittedTitle: Something Wonderful
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badly_knittedCharacters: Team Torchwood.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 871: Gasp at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Every so often, the Torchwood team gets to see something wonderful.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Working for Torchwood could be a grim business, dealing with sewer-dwelling Weevils, alien invasion forces, slavers, drug dealers and such, and all the detritus that fell through the Rift, much of it damaged or otherwise dangerous. It was easy to think, as Suzie had once claimed, that earth was being turned into the junkheap of the universe, that they only got useless rubbish, but it wasn’t true.
A lot of what they got WAS rubbish of course, the Rift tended to scoop up anything that was just lying around, so the odds were that whatever it gifted them with would be something no one else wanted. But it also brought technology that proved fixable, the occasional piece of art that could be appreciated by human eyes, even the odd bottle of expensive alien liquor, which the whole team happily consumed.
And sometimes, just once in a blue moon, it brought a spectacle like this, something glorious enough to make everyone, even Owen, gasp in wonder.
The creatures were like living crystals, rainbows of radiance refracting from their bodies and wings as they hovered in the moonlight, waiting for the Rift to open again and carry them onward on their migration.
The End
A lot of what they got WAS rubbish of course, the Rift tended to scoop up anything that was just lying around, so the odds were that whatever it gifted them with would be something no one else wanted. But it also brought technology that proved fixable, the occasional piece of art that could be appreciated by human eyes, even the odd bottle of expensive alien liquor, which the whole team happily consumed.
And sometimes, just once in a blue moon, it brought a spectacle like this, something glorious enough to make everyone, even Owen, gasp in wonder.
The creatures were like living crystals, rainbows of radiance refracting from their bodies and wings as they hovered in the moonlight, waiting for the Rift to open again and carry them onward on their migration.
The End
