Double Drabble: Sheepish
Title: Sheepish
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 840: Round at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: At least these aliens aren’t intent on invasion.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Every member of the Torchwood team had seen aliens before. Very few of them closely resembled humans, although there were a few races that could pass for human easily enough. These particular aliens were not among them, however. They were short, squat, round, fluffy, and green, with big orange eyes and wide purple mouths. Appendages occasionally extruded, pulling up plants and stuffing them into the wide mouths, and they would rise on stumpy little legs to move to another area when there were no more plants within easy reach.
“Are they intelligent?” Gwen asked.
“No,” Jack replied. “They’re… more like a herd of sheep, bred for their fleece and their eggs.
“They lay eggs?”
“After a fashion. Think reptile eggs rather than chicken eggs.”
“So what’re we supposed to do now?” Owen looked around the small park and the already ravaged floral display. “There’s seventeen of them, and only four of us.” Tosh was monitoring them from the Hub.
“Eighteen,” said Ianto. “There’s another one behind that bush.”
Jack grinned. “Looks like it’s round-up time! Gwen, call Rhys, tell him we need transportation.”
“Right.” Gwen pulled out her mobile.
Owen gave the alien herd a sour look. “Yippy ky yay.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 840: Round at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: At least these aliens aren’t intent on invasion.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Every member of the Torchwood team had seen aliens before. Very few of them closely resembled humans, although there were a few races that could pass for human easily enough. These particular aliens were not among them, however. They were short, squat, round, fluffy, and green, with big orange eyes and wide purple mouths. Appendages occasionally extruded, pulling up plants and stuffing them into the wide mouths, and they would rise on stumpy little legs to move to another area when there were no more plants within easy reach.
“Are they intelligent?” Gwen asked.
“No,” Jack replied. “They’re… more like a herd of sheep, bred for their fleece and their eggs.
“They lay eggs?”
“After a fashion. Think reptile eggs rather than chicken eggs.”
“So what’re we supposed to do now?” Owen looked around the small park and the already ravaged floral display. “There’s seventeen of them, and only four of us.” Tosh was monitoring them from the Hub.
“Eighteen,” said Ianto. “There’s another one behind that bush.”
Jack grinned. “Looks like it’s round-up time! Gwen, call Rhys, tell him we need transportation.”
“Right.” Gwen pulled out her mobile.
Owen gave the alien herd a sour look. “Yippy ky yay.”
The End