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m_findlowTitle: Ominous sounds
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 327 - Listen at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: It's the one sound that Owen dreads more than anything. A triple drabble.
‘I hate being down here,’ Owen grumbled, towing dejectedly behind Jack with his torch kept pointed down at the floor.
Dark as it was down here in one of Torchwood’s many storage rooms, he’d rather he didn’t have to come face to face with what was kept down here – namely the collection of weird and wonderful aquatic specimens that lived in jars, some of which glowed eerily if you gave them any sort of light to absorb. It was like the section of the aquarium in London he remembered as a kid which hosted all the preserved remains of deep sea creatures, all with long fangs and terrifying bulbous eyes or lantern antennae on their heads. This was worse because these ones were alien, and very much still alive. Whoever had collected all these was even weirder than Jack. No one wanted to study them, yet Jack made them come down here regularly to check on them all the same.
‘This place creeps me out,’ he carried on complaining. ‘It's like the world's worst beauty pageant.’
‘It’s not that bad,’ Jack assured him. ‘And they probably think you’re ugly too.’
Owen took umbrage at the insult. ‘Says the man who freaks out at furry eight-legged alien mice,’ he parried.
‘Shh!’ Jack halted in front of him and Owen felt a surge of annoyance at being told to stop whinging. ‘D’you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘Listen!’ Owen strained his ears and then he caught the sound; a faint dripping. ‘One of the tanks must’ve sprung a leak,’ Jack said. ‘We’ll have to check them all.’
Owen reluctantly lifted his torch beam, casting it across the wall that was lined with tanks, perhaps thirty wide and just as many tall. They were even more terrifying than he remembered. ‘Oh, that’s just great.’
‘I hate being down here,’ Owen grumbled, towing dejectedly behind Jack with his torch kept pointed down at the floor.
Dark as it was down here in one of Torchwood’s many storage rooms, he’d rather he didn’t have to come face to face with what was kept down here – namely the collection of weird and wonderful aquatic specimens that lived in jars, some of which glowed eerily if you gave them any sort of light to absorb. It was like the section of the aquarium in London he remembered as a kid which hosted all the preserved remains of deep sea creatures, all with long fangs and terrifying bulbous eyes or lantern antennae on their heads. This was worse because these ones were alien, and very much still alive. Whoever had collected all these was even weirder than Jack. No one wanted to study them, yet Jack made them come down here regularly to check on them all the same.
‘This place creeps me out,’ he carried on complaining. ‘It's like the world's worst beauty pageant.’
‘It’s not that bad,’ Jack assured him. ‘And they probably think you’re ugly too.’
Owen took umbrage at the insult. ‘Says the man who freaks out at furry eight-legged alien mice,’ he parried.
‘Shh!’ Jack halted in front of him and Owen felt a surge of annoyance at being told to stop whinging. ‘D’you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘Listen!’ Owen strained his ears and then he caught the sound; a faint dripping. ‘One of the tanks must’ve sprung a leak,’ Jack said. ‘We’ll have to check them all.’
Owen reluctantly lifted his torch beam, casting it across the wall that was lined with tanks, perhaps thirty wide and just as many tall. They were even more terrifying than he remembered. ‘Oh, that’s just great.’
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Date: 2023-01-07 10:38 am (UTC)Hope Owen enjoys checking them all *g*