Challenge 874 - Insanity is contagious
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m_findlowTitle: Insanity is contagious
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 874 - Mad at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The team all know anyone would have to be mad to do this job. A double drabble.
The four Torchwood agents all stood in the designated wet area of the hub, looking at each other and ranking their own state of disgust as they each dripped a lurid pink slime onto the floor. Double showers would be called for and any and all clothes were destined for the bin.
Tosh peeled off her jacket letting it ooze and finding more slime underneath on her jumper. 'We must all be completely mad,' she observed.
'Oi, speak for yourself,' Owen replied. 'I'm completely compos mentis. As for you lot…'
Gwen sat down on a plastic bench and tugged off a shoe, pouring out the gloopy contents as she giggled. 'Looking like that? None of us believe you. Tosh is right. We're all utterly mad. Who else would sign up for this?'
'And getting madder by the day,' Ianto added, frowning at his once grey tie. 'They'll have to lock us up soon.'
Jack appeared in the doorway, arms folded and smiling fondly at their bedraggled state. 'Personally I've always preferred my agents a little on the crazy side. But much as I love you, you guys absolutely stink. The madness only resumes when you come back smelling of flowers.'
The four Torchwood agents all stood in the designated wet area of the hub, looking at each other and ranking their own state of disgust as they each dripped a lurid pink slime onto the floor. Double showers would be called for and any and all clothes were destined for the bin.
Tosh peeled off her jacket letting it ooze and finding more slime underneath on her jumper. 'We must all be completely mad,' she observed.
'Oi, speak for yourself,' Owen replied. 'I'm completely compos mentis. As for you lot…'
Gwen sat down on a plastic bench and tugged off a shoe, pouring out the gloopy contents as she giggled. 'Looking like that? None of us believe you. Tosh is right. We're all utterly mad. Who else would sign up for this?'
'And getting madder by the day,' Ianto added, frowning at his once grey tie. 'They'll have to lock us up soon.'
Jack appeared in the doorway, arms folded and smiling fondly at their bedraggled state. 'Personally I've always preferred my agents a little on the crazy side. But much as I love you, you guys absolutely stink. The madness only resumes when you come back smelling of flowers.'
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Date: 2025-07-21 09:26 am (UTC)