Challenge 794 - Unwelcome
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m_findlowTitle: Unwelcome
Character: Owen, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 794 - Unlucky at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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torchwood100Summary: Sometimes it isn't the rift that's the most dangerous thing in Cardiff. A double drabble.
‘Owen, get your butt over here!’ Jack commanded, coming to kneel at the side of the alien they’d finally located hiding behind a wheelie bin in an access lane. It was curled on its side with one of its six legs clearly broken and another sticking out at an unnatural angle, suggesting dislocation. That was nothing compared to the dozens of cuts and bruises all over its body. Owen might be able to do his best and still be unable to save the poor creature.
‘Jesus,’ Owen muttered, taking in the collection of injuries. ‘Did this thing take a pummelling or what? Must have been a godsend to get sucked through the rift when it did.’
‘I doubt it,’ Ianto replied, coming up from behind them holding out a bloody looking piece of wood with several rusted nails sticking out of it. ‘Instead it was unlucky enough for humans to have found it before we did.’ He tossed the thing on the ground at their feet, looking as disgusted as Jack felt, seeing the weapon.
Owen sighed. ‘Yeah, we’re a real bunch of nice folks,’ he said, trying not to scare the alien as he began gently treating the wounds.
‘Owen, get your butt over here!’ Jack commanded, coming to kneel at the side of the alien they’d finally located hiding behind a wheelie bin in an access lane. It was curled on its side with one of its six legs clearly broken and another sticking out at an unnatural angle, suggesting dislocation. That was nothing compared to the dozens of cuts and bruises all over its body. Owen might be able to do his best and still be unable to save the poor creature.
‘Jesus,’ Owen muttered, taking in the collection of injuries. ‘Did this thing take a pummelling or what? Must have been a godsend to get sucked through the rift when it did.’
‘I doubt it,’ Ianto replied, coming up from behind them holding out a bloody looking piece of wood with several rusted nails sticking out of it. ‘Instead it was unlucky enough for humans to have found it before we did.’ He tossed the thing on the ground at their feet, looking as disgusted as Jack felt, seeing the weapon.
Owen sighed. ‘Yeah, we’re a real bunch of nice folks,’ he said, trying not to scare the alien as he began gently treating the wounds.
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:03 am (UTC)