Double Drabble: Vicious Creature
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badly_knittedTitle: Vicious Creature
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 909: Dog, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: This time the Rift has delivered an animal Owen can’t handle.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The entire Torchwood team had grown accustomed to dealing with the weird and wonderful critters the Rift occasionally decided to gift them with; everything from gigantic, slavering, thick-skinned Bozogs to small, almost defenceless, but equally scary (in Jack’s opinion) spider mice.
Some of the alien creatures were dangerous, either vicious, or toxic to humans. Others were gentle herbivores, or friendly, affectionate animals that had perhaps been kept as pets on the world from which they’d been snatched.
Not everything came from another planet though. They’d had various dinosaurs and prehistoric animals, including their pet Pteranodon, a sabre-toothed tiger, and the velociraptor that had given them a runaround the other week. Those things were seriously smart.
This, however, was by far the worst thing Owen had ever had to deal with. Bozogs could be killed with armour-piercing bullets, the velociraptor had been dispatched easily enough once they’d had it cornered, and the smaller creatures were usually easily penned. This one was small, but…
“For heaven’s sake, Owen, what’s the matter with you?”
“It hates me!” Owen said, from on top of the examination table.
“It’s a chihuahua,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes. “They hate everyone. Just show it who’s the boss.”
The End
Some of the alien creatures were dangerous, either vicious, or toxic to humans. Others were gentle herbivores, or friendly, affectionate animals that had perhaps been kept as pets on the world from which they’d been snatched.
Not everything came from another planet though. They’d had various dinosaurs and prehistoric animals, including their pet Pteranodon, a sabre-toothed tiger, and the velociraptor that had given them a runaround the other week. Those things were seriously smart.
This, however, was by far the worst thing Owen had ever had to deal with. Bozogs could be killed with armour-piercing bullets, the velociraptor had been dispatched easily enough once they’d had it cornered, and the smaller creatures were usually easily penned. This one was small, but…
“For heaven’s sake, Owen, what’s the matter with you?”
“It hates me!” Owen said, from on top of the examination table.
“It’s a chihuahua,” Ianto said, rolling his eyes. “They hate everyone. Just show it who’s the boss.”
The End
