Double Drabble: Dramatic
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badly_knittedTitle: Dramatic
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badly_knitted Characters: OCs, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 872: History at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Hub has been invaded by human criminals…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The Hub was supposed to be impregnable, and most of the time it was, but a series of unfortunate accidents had resulted in it being less secure than it should be, which was why the team were in this situation, held at gunpoint by a gang of human
criminals. It was a bit insulting, frankly.
“Don’t know what you’re bein’ so cocky about,” the leader said smugly. “We’re in your so-called secret base, and we’re takin’ over. A lot of the stuff in here must be worth a fortune, and all the weapons…” He grinned gleefully. “No one’s gonna be able to stop us takin’ anything we want!”
“You’re wrong there.” Jack took a step forwards. “We’ll be stopping you.”
“You think so? Fat chance. You’re history!” Then he shot Jack right between the eyes.
Ianto winced; he knew how much that hurt. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his tone mild, but still enough to draw the attention of the four-man gang.
“That your opinion?”
“Yes.”
“And why might that be?”
“Because,” Jack said, getting to his feet again, Webley in hand, “I’m the kind of history that likes repeating itself. Drop your weapons, or you’re dead.”
The End
criminals. It was a bit insulting, frankly.
“Don’t know what you’re bein’ so cocky about,” the leader said smugly. “We’re in your so-called secret base, and we’re takin’ over. A lot of the stuff in here must be worth a fortune, and all the weapons…” He grinned gleefully. “No one’s gonna be able to stop us takin’ anything we want!”
“You’re wrong there.” Jack took a step forwards. “We’ll be stopping you.”
“You think so? Fat chance. You’re history!” Then he shot Jack right between the eyes.
Ianto winced; he knew how much that hurt. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his tone mild, but still enough to draw the attention of the four-man gang.
“That your opinion?”
“Yes.”
“And why might that be?”
“Because,” Jack said, getting to his feet again, Webley in hand, “I’m the kind of history that likes repeating itself. Drop your weapons, or you’re dead.”
The End
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