Double Drabble: There And Back
Title: There And Back
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 848: Half at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto never knows what might happen to him next.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
No one could say working for Torchwood wasn’t exciting, Ianto thought to himself. You could never be sure what would happen next; every day brought all kinds of excitement, and peril. Every few days the Rift brought them more curious artefacts and pieces of alien tech to study, there were Weevils to chase and tag, stranded aliens to rescue, return home, or help to settle locally, and if all that started to get a bit dull, there were semi-regular invasion attempts.
As if that wasn’t enough, you could find yourself accidentally transformed into practically anything, animate or inanimate, or if you were REALLY lucky, you might suddenly find yourself halfway across the universe, on an alien planet, with no way of getting home. Charming.
“Did you see that?” someone said nearby. “He just popped up out of nowhere!”
Ianto smiled apologetically at the… person who’d spoken.
“Terribly sorry if I startled you,” he replied in Galactic Standard. “Completely unintentional. Could you perhaps tell me where I am?”
“Jeriboar City, on South Continent,” the alien replied.
“And on which planet would that be?” Then a tingling sensation started in his feet. “Never mind, I can’t stay.” With that, he vanished again.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 848: Half at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto never knows what might happen to him next.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
No one could say working for Torchwood wasn’t exciting, Ianto thought to himself. You could never be sure what would happen next; every day brought all kinds of excitement, and peril. Every few days the Rift brought them more curious artefacts and pieces of alien tech to study, there were Weevils to chase and tag, stranded aliens to rescue, return home, or help to settle locally, and if all that started to get a bit dull, there were semi-regular invasion attempts.
As if that wasn’t enough, you could find yourself accidentally transformed into practically anything, animate or inanimate, or if you were REALLY lucky, you might suddenly find yourself halfway across the universe, on an alien planet, with no way of getting home. Charming.
“Did you see that?” someone said nearby. “He just popped up out of nowhere!”
Ianto smiled apologetically at the… person who’d spoken.
“Terribly sorry if I startled you,” he replied in Galactic Standard. “Completely unintentional. Could you perhaps tell me where I am?”
“Jeriboar City, on South Continent,” the alien replied.
“And on which planet would that be?” Then a tingling sensation started in his feet. “Never mind, I can’t stay.” With that, he vanished again.
The End