Double Drabble: Hair-trigger
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badly_knittedTitle: Hair-trigger
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 906: Sour, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Gwen is in trouble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen Harper was not a happy man; the sour expression on his face when he and Gwen came back from a Rift retrieval said it all.
“What happened?” Jack asked, far more amused than he probably should have been under the circumstances. “Or shouldn’t I ask?”
Torchwood Three’s medic, currently liberally spattered with something yellow and slimy, simply glared at his boss, snarled something unintelligible under his breath, and stalked off to decontaminate himself, leaving Gwen standing there, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights.
Turning his attention to the newest member of the team, Jack folded his arms over his chest and stared Gwen down. “Well? Are you going to tell me, or do you expect me to wait until you’ve typed up your report?”
“I didn’t know it was alive!” Gwen gazed up at Jack pleadingly. “It just looked like a crumpled up old plastic carrier bag! I thought what we were looking for might be underneath it, but I remembered being told not to touch things with my bare hands, so I poked it with a stick to move it out of the way and…” She shrugged. “It squirted slime out the other side, all over Owen.”
The End
“What happened?” Jack asked, far more amused than he probably should have been under the circumstances. “Or shouldn’t I ask?”
Torchwood Three’s medic, currently liberally spattered with something yellow and slimy, simply glared at his boss, snarled something unintelligible under his breath, and stalked off to decontaminate himself, leaving Gwen standing there, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights.
Turning his attention to the newest member of the team, Jack folded his arms over his chest and stared Gwen down. “Well? Are you going to tell me, or do you expect me to wait until you’ve typed up your report?”
“I didn’t know it was alive!” Gwen gazed up at Jack pleadingly. “It just looked like a crumpled up old plastic carrier bag! I thought what we were looking for might be underneath it, but I remembered being told not to touch things with my bare hands, so I poked it with a stick to move it out of the way and…” She shrugged. “It squirted slime out the other side, all over Owen.”
The End
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Date: 2026-03-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-03-01 10:22 pm (UTC)Thank you!