Double Drabble: Dusted
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badly_knittedTitle: Dusted
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 900: Dust, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Unfamiliar aliens can surprise even Torchwood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Argh!”
The yell from the autopsy bay brought the rest of the team running to peer over the railings at Owen, standing with a scalpel in one hand and a shocked expression on his face. There was no trace of the alien he’d been about to autopsy… well, unless you counted the coating of grey dust over everything, Owen included.
“Is everything alright?” Ianto asked, somehow managing not to laugh.
“No, everything is NOT alright! I went to cut into the bloody thing, and THIS happened!” Owen gestured to the dust all over him. “I think I got some in my mouth!” He spat on the floor.
Ianto scowled. “Owen!”
“You’d do the same if you got a mouthful of dead alien dust!”
“Not on the floor!”
“Why did it explode into dust?” Jack sounded more curious than anything. The alien had been of a totally unfamiliar species, even to him.
“Maybe it was a vampire,” Tosh suggested.
“Vampires do that?” All of Jack’s attention was now on Tosh.
“Only if you stake them through the heart,” Ianto replied. “Of course, that only happens on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
“I’m covered in dust!” Owen yelled.
“Clean it up,” Ianto advised.
The End
The yell from the autopsy bay brought the rest of the team running to peer over the railings at Owen, standing with a scalpel in one hand and a shocked expression on his face. There was no trace of the alien he’d been about to autopsy… well, unless you counted the coating of grey dust over everything, Owen included.
“Is everything alright?” Ianto asked, somehow managing not to laugh.
“No, everything is NOT alright! I went to cut into the bloody thing, and THIS happened!” Owen gestured to the dust all over him. “I think I got some in my mouth!” He spat on the floor.
Ianto scowled. “Owen!”
“You’d do the same if you got a mouthful of dead alien dust!”
“Not on the floor!”
“Why did it explode into dust?” Jack sounded more curious than anything. The alien had been of a totally unfamiliar species, even to him.
“Maybe it was a vampire,” Tosh suggested.
“Vampires do that?” All of Jack’s attention was now on Tosh.
“Only if you stake them through the heart,” Ianto replied. “Of course, that only happens on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
“I’m covered in dust!” Owen yelled.
“Clean it up,” Ianto advised.
The End
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