Revenge is Best Served
Title: Revenge is Best Served
Characters: Blowfish, weevil
Words: 247
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Spoliers: Relates to events in Fragments
AN: This is written for karaokegal who wanted some Blowfish and weevil interaction. This may not be quite what you were after, but I hope it's okay!
The Blowfish stepped elegantly out of the rift, dragging two limp bodies behind him. Clear of the tear he dropped the two at his feet and straightened his suit.
He looked around him, taking in Victorian Cardiff, deciding on his next move. Mind made up, he grabbed each of the unconscious beings by the collar and dragged them along the street with him.
He took them down to a sewer. This would be the perfect environment for them. And he wanted them to be happy and thrive. More than anything, that’s what he wanted.
They were a breeding pair. As he propped their unconscious bodies against a wall deep in the sewers he regarded them. With their leathery skin, bristly hair, matching snarls and those awful clothes, he had no idea how they could tell, but they did. And he had done his homework. This pair would continue to mate, and their offspring would have their own children and they in turn would produce and before long Cardiff would have a serious predator problem.
The Blowfish pulled himself up and out of the manhole just as one of the creatures was starting to rouse.
He brushed himself down and looked around. He was sure he hadn’t been seen.
He had indeed done his homework. He knew who it was that had killed his son. He had found out that they existed to control alien threats.
Well, thanks to him, Torchwood would soon have something to really control.
Characters: Blowfish, weevil
Words: 247
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Spoliers: Relates to events in Fragments
AN: This is written for karaokegal who wanted some Blowfish and weevil interaction. This may not be quite what you were after, but I hope it's okay!
The Blowfish stepped elegantly out of the rift, dragging two limp bodies behind him. Clear of the tear he dropped the two at his feet and straightened his suit.
He looked around him, taking in Victorian Cardiff, deciding on his next move. Mind made up, he grabbed each of the unconscious beings by the collar and dragged them along the street with him.
He took them down to a sewer. This would be the perfect environment for them. And he wanted them to be happy and thrive. More than anything, that’s what he wanted.
They were a breeding pair. As he propped their unconscious bodies against a wall deep in the sewers he regarded them. With their leathery skin, bristly hair, matching snarls and those awful clothes, he had no idea how they could tell, but they did. And he had done his homework. This pair would continue to mate, and their offspring would have their own children and they in turn would produce and before long Cardiff would have a serious predator problem.
The Blowfish pulled himself up and out of the manhole just as one of the creatures was starting to rouse.
He brushed himself down and looked around. He was sure he hadn’t been seen.
He had indeed done his homework. He knew who it was that had killed his son. He had found out that they existed to control alien threats.
Well, thanks to him, Torchwood would soon have something to really control.