Challenge 842 - In the line of duty
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m_findlowTitle: In the line of duty
Character: Gwen, Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 842 - Fun at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Rhys is never going to get used to Gwen's idea of fun. A double drabble.
‘Faster, Rhys!’ Gwen shouted. ‘It’s going to get away!’
‘It’s a bloody company car, Gwen!’ he yelled back. He shouldn’t be driving this fast in it under any circumstances, let alone being in pursuit of aliens! If there was so much as a scratch on it, it was going to be coming out of his pay to have it fixed.
‘No swerving,’ Gwen said in a far calmer tone, and Rhys heard the click of her checking and reloading the magazine clip in her gun before pressing the button to lower the passenger window.
‘Oh, no you bloody don’t,’ Rhys warned, seeing her arm lean out the window, aiming the gun at the grey Volvo in front. Gwen let off a barrage of gunshots and the Volvo swerved dangerously in front of them, Rhys braking just in time to avoid hitting it as it slammed into a fire hydrant and came to a sudden halt. ‘Jesus,’ Rhys muttered, out of breath, and not helped by the way his seatbelt had pinched tight when he’d stopped, locking him in place.
Gwen drew her arm back in, unclipped her own seatbelt, and opened the door. ‘Now we’re going to start having fun.’
‘Faster, Rhys!’ Gwen shouted. ‘It’s going to get away!’
‘It’s a bloody company car, Gwen!’ he yelled back. He shouldn’t be driving this fast in it under any circumstances, let alone being in pursuit of aliens! If there was so much as a scratch on it, it was going to be coming out of his pay to have it fixed.
‘No swerving,’ Gwen said in a far calmer tone, and Rhys heard the click of her checking and reloading the magazine clip in her gun before pressing the button to lower the passenger window.
‘Oh, no you bloody don’t,’ Rhys warned, seeing her arm lean out the window, aiming the gun at the grey Volvo in front. Gwen let off a barrage of gunshots and the Volvo swerved dangerously in front of them, Rhys braking just in time to avoid hitting it as it slammed into a fire hydrant and came to a sudden halt. ‘Jesus,’ Rhys muttered, out of breath, and not helped by the way his seatbelt had pinched tight when he’d stopped, locking him in place.
Gwen drew her arm back in, unclipped her own seatbelt, and opened the door. ‘Now we’re going to start having fun.’
