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m_findlowTitle: Rocky relations
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 405 - Rock at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Torchwood has to deal with all sorts. A double drabble.
Gwen paused her fingers over her laptop keyboard, studying their latest visitor. ‘And where are you from?’
‘Cyganranax Minor.’
Her frown depended as she attempted to get the spelling right only before her computer told her it had no idea where that was. ‘Never heard of it, I'm afraid,’ she apologised.
There was a sigh. ‘No, no one ever does. It’s a little place a long way out of the usual speedways. Ever since they put in that new hyperdrive bypass…’
Gwen nodded sympathetically. ‘Must be a real tourism killer,’ she replied.
Ianto breezed by, carrying his mug and stopped, looking at her. His brow furrowed. ‘Are you talking to a rock?’
She flushed pink, forgetting that it was conversing telepathically to her actual speaking out loud. She must look completely mad. ‘It’s our guest. Jack picked it up this morning while you were out at the shops.’
‘Ah. My apologies. Welcome to Earth. We’re a rock planet ourselves. We love rocks here. Rock and roll, rocky road, rock candy, a good scotch on the rocks…’
Gwen cleared her throat, giving the signal that he was clearly embarrassing her. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘well, don’t mind me. Rock on.’
Gwen sighed.
Gwen paused her fingers over her laptop keyboard, studying their latest visitor. ‘And where are you from?’
‘Cyganranax Minor.’
Her frown depended as she attempted to get the spelling right only before her computer told her it had no idea where that was. ‘Never heard of it, I'm afraid,’ she apologised.
There was a sigh. ‘No, no one ever does. It’s a little place a long way out of the usual speedways. Ever since they put in that new hyperdrive bypass…’
Gwen nodded sympathetically. ‘Must be a real tourism killer,’ she replied.
Ianto breezed by, carrying his mug and stopped, looking at her. His brow furrowed. ‘Are you talking to a rock?’
She flushed pink, forgetting that it was conversing telepathically to her actual speaking out loud. She must look completely mad. ‘It’s our guest. Jack picked it up this morning while you were out at the shops.’
‘Ah. My apologies. Welcome to Earth. We’re a rock planet ourselves. We love rocks here. Rock and roll, rocky road, rock candy, a good scotch on the rocks…’
Gwen cleared her throat, giving the signal that he was clearly embarrassing her. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘well, don’t mind me. Rock on.’
Gwen sighed.
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Date: 2024-07-13 10:31 am (UTC)