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Challenge 751 - Inside out?
Title: Inside out?
Character: Jack, Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 751 - Outside at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen has his work cut out for him. A double drabble.
‘Blech,’ Jack remarked, getting their first view of the alien that had come through the rift, now lying just shy of an upturned trolley on an unloved council estate playground. ‘On a scale of one to ten for dateability, I think this one classifies as a negative.’
Owen snorted as he approached the alien, which was either dead or very close to it. ‘Coming from you, that’s really saying something.’
‘I have standards,’ Jack reiterated, taking on a petulant tone.
Owen crouched beside it. ‘I can’t tell if this is what it’s supposed to look like, or if the rift ripped it apart and left all of its insides on the outside. Do aliens normally carry their intestinal tract on the outside?’
Ianto peered over his shoulder and scrunched up his face. ‘I think part of that is actually canned spaghetti.’
‘Is that your medical opinion?’
‘No, that’d be my “what it looks like growing up on the estate” opinion.’
Jack snorted a chuckle. ‘God love Splott, huh? Never mind it’s an alien, just check its pockets for a quick twenty quid then chuck tinned spag bol over it.’
‘What counts for fun around here really stinks,’ Owen replied.
‘Literally.’
‘Blech,’ Jack remarked, getting their first view of the alien that had come through the rift, now lying just shy of an upturned trolley on an unloved council estate playground. ‘On a scale of one to ten for dateability, I think this one classifies as a negative.’
Owen snorted as he approached the alien, which was either dead or very close to it. ‘Coming from you, that’s really saying something.’
‘I have standards,’ Jack reiterated, taking on a petulant tone.
Owen crouched beside it. ‘I can’t tell if this is what it’s supposed to look like, or if the rift ripped it apart and left all of its insides on the outside. Do aliens normally carry their intestinal tract on the outside?’
Ianto peered over his shoulder and scrunched up his face. ‘I think part of that is actually canned spaghetti.’
‘Is that your medical opinion?’
‘No, that’d be my “what it looks like growing up on the estate” opinion.’
Jack snorted a chuckle. ‘God love Splott, huh? Never mind it’s an alien, just check its pockets for a quick twenty quid then chuck tinned spag bol over it.’
‘What counts for fun around here really stinks,’ Owen replied.
‘Literally.’
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