Challenge 870 - Retelling
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m_findlowTitle: Retelling
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 870 - Repeat at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack wishes he didn't have to repeat himself. A double drabble.
Jack forced himself to move on quickly after Suzie's suicide, not because he didn't care, but because there were larger concerns at play. She'd taken home the glove and the knife, using the latter to go on a killing spree. He'd have to turn over her entire flat to check what else she might have taken. Moreover, he'd immediately texted the rest of them, demanding that anything they shouldn't have be returned to the hub immediately. He hoped there'd be nothing. Instead he was disappointed by the cache of alien artefacts that ended up on his desk with contrite expressions to accompany them.
Tosh had surrendered an alien decoder device, unsurprisingly fascinated by its ability to absorb, translate and decode just about anything.
He expected Owen to cough up some medical implement, maybe a Bekkaran deep-tissue scanner, but instead he handed back a bottle of alien pheromones, capable of creating sexual attraction with anyone. An act of vanity, if not malicious disregard, for Jack's rules.
‘I'll repeat what I've said before,’ he said, giving each of them a stern look so they knew he meant business, ‘nothing leaves this bade without my express permission, however harmless you think it is.’
Jack forced himself to move on quickly after Suzie's suicide, not because he didn't care, but because there were larger concerns at play. She'd taken home the glove and the knife, using the latter to go on a killing spree. He'd have to turn over her entire flat to check what else she might have taken. Moreover, he'd immediately texted the rest of them, demanding that anything they shouldn't have be returned to the hub immediately. He hoped there'd be nothing. Instead he was disappointed by the cache of alien artefacts that ended up on his desk with contrite expressions to accompany them.
Tosh had surrendered an alien decoder device, unsurprisingly fascinated by its ability to absorb, translate and decode just about anything.
He expected Owen to cough up some medical implement, maybe a Bekkaran deep-tissue scanner, but instead he handed back a bottle of alien pheromones, capable of creating sexual attraction with anyone. An act of vanity, if not malicious disregard, for Jack's rules.
‘I'll repeat what I've said before,’ he said, giving each of them a stern look so they knew he meant business, ‘nothing leaves this bade without my express permission, however harmless you think it is.’
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Date: 2025-06-22 09:37 am (UTC)