Challenge 877 - Better safe than sorry
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m_findlowTitle: Better safe than sorry
Character: Tosh, Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 877 - Rattle at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The rift machine is making disturbing noises. A double drabble.
‘I don’t like the sound it’s making,’ Tosh said, frowning at the rift machine’s main access panel as it hung open, viewing it from a distance she viewed as safe.
It was hard to argue with Tosh’s assessment. Normally it didn't rise about a hum, but now it was making a rattling sound like some vital component had become dislodged, which could be all that was holding the space time continuum in place.
‘Like that time Myfanwy decided to use it as a nesting box for a rock?’ Owen reminded them. ‘Nearly overheated and blew the thing up.’
‘Let me take a look,’ Jack said, brushing past her. ‘It’s probably nothing to be worried about.’
Ianto was suddenly right behind Jack, holding out a plastic folder – the blueprints for the rift machine.
Jack frowned at him. ‘Who said you could get those out of the secure archive?’
‘I did,’ came the reply. ‘Much as we'd like you to make sure the rift machine is working properly, we'd also rather you know what you're doing.’
‘I'm wounded by your lack of faith.’
‘Well, I'd rather we be wounded than all end up in the dark ages or the time of cholera.’
‘I don’t like the sound it’s making,’ Tosh said, frowning at the rift machine’s main access panel as it hung open, viewing it from a distance she viewed as safe.
It was hard to argue with Tosh’s assessment. Normally it didn't rise about a hum, but now it was making a rattling sound like some vital component had become dislodged, which could be all that was holding the space time continuum in place.
‘Like that time Myfanwy decided to use it as a nesting box for a rock?’ Owen reminded them. ‘Nearly overheated and blew the thing up.’
‘Let me take a look,’ Jack said, brushing past her. ‘It’s probably nothing to be worried about.’
Ianto was suddenly right behind Jack, holding out a plastic folder – the blueprints for the rift machine.
Jack frowned at him. ‘Who said you could get those out of the secure archive?’
‘I did,’ came the reply. ‘Much as we'd like you to make sure the rift machine is working properly, we'd also rather you know what you're doing.’
‘I'm wounded by your lack of faith.’
‘Well, I'd rather we be wounded than all end up in the dark ages or the time of cholera.’
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Date: 2025-08-10 11:37 am (UTC)