Double Drabble: Warning Shot
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badly_knittedTitle: Warning Shot
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, OAC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 902: Shot, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada. Set in my Through Time and Space ‘Verse.
Summary: Des Llewellyn is on a job, retrieving stolen property.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ha! You missed!” the alien gloated, sneering at the earthman as the small projectile zipped past, vanishing into the darkness of the alleyway.
Des Llewellyn, aka Ianto Jones, raised an elegant eyebrow, a calm, confident smile curving his lips. “Did I now?” He studied his opponent as the decorative sash the alien was wearing slithered to the ground. “I think you’ll find I always hit exactly what I’m aiming for,” he said mildly. He’d certainly practised long and hard enough, with every kind of weapon he could get his hands on, and a few his TARDIS had made especially for him. “Consider that a warning shot. The next one will hit something more important. Perhaps one of your eyestalks, or your right exterior lung. You don’t really need that, do you?”
The alien gulped noisily, a thin sheen of slime spreading over his face.
“Now, why don’t you just give me what you have in your bag? It doesn’t belong to you. In fact, just hand the whole bag over; everything in it is stolen anyway.”
“My boss will kill me!”
“And what do you think I’ll do? You can escape your boss, but I’ll find you wherever you go.”
The End
Des Llewellyn, aka Ianto Jones, raised an elegant eyebrow, a calm, confident smile curving his lips. “Did I now?” He studied his opponent as the decorative sash the alien was wearing slithered to the ground. “I think you’ll find I always hit exactly what I’m aiming for,” he said mildly. He’d certainly practised long and hard enough, with every kind of weapon he could get his hands on, and a few his TARDIS had made especially for him. “Consider that a warning shot. The next one will hit something more important. Perhaps one of your eyestalks, or your right exterior lung. You don’t really need that, do you?”
The alien gulped noisily, a thin sheen of slime spreading over his face.
“Now, why don’t you just give me what you have in your bag? It doesn’t belong to you. In fact, just hand the whole bag over; everything in it is stolen anyway.”
“My boss will kill me!”
“And what do you think I’ll do? You can escape your boss, but I’ll find you wherever you go.”
The End
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Date: 2026-02-01 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-02-01 11:10 pm (UTC)Thank you!