Challenge 712 - All over
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m_findlowTitle: All over
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 712 - Spill at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack and Ianto arrive to find a mess. A double drabble.
Ianto lowered himself to his haunches and touched the water's surface as it lapped at the sands, bringing back a thick black substance that felt slightly grainy as he rubbed it between two fingers. 'Oil slick?' he asked, looking at Jack for confirmation. Just how much fuel had the ship been carrying when it crashed to have already caused a spill that already reached the shore?
'Nope,' Jack replied, touching it for himself and bringing it to his face to sniff it. 'Liquefied alien.'
'Ew,' Ianto said, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and promptly removing it from his hand.
'Very ew. And also very sad. If they'd followed our instructions, they should have landed safely.'
'What instructions?' They'd raced out here at the first sign of a vessel entering their planetary orbit, readying to greet it.
'There's a constant beam of repeating information being transmitted from the Earth's surface, giving exact details on how to enter the atmosphere. Follow it and you get Torchwood's welcome wagon. Don't follow it and…'
'Alien soup,' Ianto finished. 'It's not toxic, is it?'
'No, but the EPA is still going to give us grief over it.'
'Great. That's all we bloody need.'
Ianto lowered himself to his haunches and touched the water's surface as it lapped at the sands, bringing back a thick black substance that felt slightly grainy as he rubbed it between two fingers. 'Oil slick?' he asked, looking at Jack for confirmation. Just how much fuel had the ship been carrying when it crashed to have already caused a spill that already reached the shore?
'Nope,' Jack replied, touching it for himself and bringing it to his face to sniff it. 'Liquefied alien.'
'Ew,' Ianto said, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief and promptly removing it from his hand.
'Very ew. And also very sad. If they'd followed our instructions, they should have landed safely.'
'What instructions?' They'd raced out here at the first sign of a vessel entering their planetary orbit, readying to greet it.
'There's a constant beam of repeating information being transmitted from the Earth's surface, giving exact details on how to enter the atmosphere. Follow it and you get Torchwood's welcome wagon. Don't follow it and…'
'Alien soup,' Ianto finished. 'It's not toxic, is it?'
'No, but the EPA is still going to give us grief over it.'
'Great. That's all we bloody need.'
