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Challenge 696 - Survival skills
Title: Survival skills
Character: Gwen, Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 696 - Water at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Weevils have a tough existence down by the bay. A double drabble.
Jack came to a screeching halt on the quayside as he caught up with Ianto and Gwen. He leaned over and rested his hands on his knees, feeling out of puff. Time was he could outrun both of them and still have breath left to spare.
'Did you catch it?' he asked, looking around and expecting to find a weevil, sedated and trussed up nearby.
'Not exactly,' Ianto replied, frowning at the waters lapping at the wooden supports.
'Did you know weevils can't swim?' Gwen observed. 'We've been waiting for it to surface, but unless it's done dolphin stroke all the way to Barry, I'd say the city is now down one weevil.'
Jack leaned over the edge of the quay, studying the waves for himself. 'Huh,' he muttered.
'Huh?' Ianto curved an eyebrow at him. 'That's all you've got to say? I half expected you to say one of us will have to go retrieve the body before it washes up on a beach in Penarth.'
'Oh, you will,' Jack confirmed. 'I just figured if you live in a sewer, constantly surrounded by water, you might know how to swim.'
'Weevil swim school,' Ianto muttered. 'Now there's a concept.'
Character: Gwen, Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 696 - Water at
tw100Summary: Weevils have a tough existence down by the bay. A double drabble.
Jack came to a screeching halt on the quayside as he caught up with Ianto and Gwen. He leaned over and rested his hands on his knees, feeling out of puff. Time was he could outrun both of them and still have breath left to spare.
'Did you catch it?' he asked, looking around and expecting to find a weevil, sedated and trussed up nearby.
'Not exactly,' Ianto replied, frowning at the waters lapping at the wooden supports.
'Did you know weevils can't swim?' Gwen observed. 'We've been waiting for it to surface, but unless it's done dolphin stroke all the way to Barry, I'd say the city is now down one weevil.'
Jack leaned over the edge of the quay, studying the waves for himself. 'Huh,' he muttered.
'Huh?' Ianto curved an eyebrow at him. 'That's all you've got to say? I half expected you to say one of us will have to go retrieve the body before it washes up on a beach in Penarth.'
'Oh, you will,' Jack confirmed. 'I just figured if you live in a sewer, constantly surrounded by water, you might know how to swim.'
'Weevil swim school,' Ianto muttered. 'Now there's a concept.'