Double Drabble: Dirty Job
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badly_knittedTitle: Dirty Job
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 873: Salvage at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen and Ianto go on a Rift retrieval.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Some days I feel like we’re the Cardiff edition of Salvage Hunters,” Ianto muttered as he and Owen dug through a heap of rusty metal in one of the local junkyards, trying to find whatever it was that had come through the Rift an hour ago. With its usual flair for the dramatic, the Rift had chosen the most inconvenient spot possible to hide their gift.
“You’re sure it’s under here?” Owen tossed aside a rusty bedspring.
“According to the coordinates Tosh gave me, it should be somewhere in the centre of this pile. My scanner’s picking up strong traces of Rift energy. We just have to keep moving things out of the way until we can reach what we’re looking for.”
“Preferably without bringing the rest of the pile down on our heads,” Owen grumbled.
“That goes without saying.”
“We don’t even know what we’re looking for! It could be something completely useless, a bit of earth normal scrap metal!”
“Or it could be a dangerous piece of tech, a weapon, a bomb…”
“Alright, you’ve made your point, we’ll keep looking!”
“I’m not enjoying this any more than you are.”
“Really? Thought you loved sorting through junk.”
“Shut up.”
The End
“You’re sure it’s under here?” Owen tossed aside a rusty bedspring.
“According to the coordinates Tosh gave me, it should be somewhere in the centre of this pile. My scanner’s picking up strong traces of Rift energy. We just have to keep moving things out of the way until we can reach what we’re looking for.”
“Preferably without bringing the rest of the pile down on our heads,” Owen grumbled.
“That goes without saying.”
“We don’t even know what we’re looking for! It could be something completely useless, a bit of earth normal scrap metal!”
“Or it could be a dangerous piece of tech, a weapon, a bomb…”
“Alright, you’ve made your point, we’ll keep looking!”
“I’m not enjoying this any more than you are.”
“Really? Thought you loved sorting through junk.”
“Shut up.”
The End
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