Double Drabble: Minor Accident
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badly_knittedTitle: Minor Accident
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Owen, Tosh, Dizzy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 910: Crash, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s wise to watch where you’re going around the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The Hub was surprisingly quiet for once, everyone busy catching up with paperwork, or individual projects, because there was always something to do, but not always enough free time to get it all done. Even Jack was busy, working his way through the pile of reports, requisitions, expenses, and sundry other items in his in-box.
Indeed, it was so quiet that when they heard an almighty crash from down in the autopsy bay, everyone leapt to their feet to see what had happened. Jack all but flew out of his office, making a beeline for the railings and peering over as Owen carefully picked himself up off the floor.
“What happened?” He stared at the floor where scattered medical instruments lay amid a sea of broken glass, the remains of multiple test-tubes and petri dishes.
“Tripped over Dizzy,” Owen said, glaring at the tip of a purple and black tail sticking out from under the examination table.
“Oh no!” Tosh gasped, dashing down the steps. “Poor Dizzy!”
“Poor Dizzy?” Owen frowned at his fiancée. “Flufflets are as tough as old boots! What about me? I just sterilised all this stuff. Now I’ll have to re-do it and order more test-tubes!”
The End
Indeed, it was so quiet that when they heard an almighty crash from down in the autopsy bay, everyone leapt to their feet to see what had happened. Jack all but flew out of his office, making a beeline for the railings and peering over as Owen carefully picked himself up off the floor.
“What happened?” He stared at the floor where scattered medical instruments lay amid a sea of broken glass, the remains of multiple test-tubes and petri dishes.
“Tripped over Dizzy,” Owen said, glaring at the tip of a purple and black tail sticking out from under the examination table.
“Oh no!” Tosh gasped, dashing down the steps. “Poor Dizzy!”
“Poor Dizzy?” Owen frowned at his fiancée. “Flufflets are as tough as old boots! What about me? I just sterilised all this stuff. Now I’ll have to re-do it and order more test-tubes!”
The End
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