Challenge 884 - Left wondering
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m_findlowTitle: Left wondering
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 884 - Mystery at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Some things are just too strange to take at face value. A double drabble.
The place was a mess, Owen thought as he looked around the house. There was scarcely a thing that wasn't considered out of place, broken, upended or just generally destroyed. You would have thought a cyclone had ripped through the place given the state it was in. ‘Bloody hell,’ he said.
‘You got that right,’ Jack replied. Then he frowned. ‘Except, strangely, no blood.’
Jack had a point. You'd expect an alien corpse, given the state of the place, to have left blood everywhere. Instead it was just lying there in the middle of the living room lying in a small puddle of its own goo on someone's aunt's rug which Owen didn't regret, considering the thing was really ugly and probably should have been put out on the lawn for rubbish collection.
‘Alright then, Agatha Christie,’ Owen said, ‘so tell me how did the place get in such a state and yet the alien itself is dead and lying in the middle of a floor with no injuries on it whatsoever? Where's the would-be murderer?’
Jack turned to him and grinned. ‘I didn't say I had all the answers, Owen. What's life without a few little mysteries to solve?’
The place was a mess, Owen thought as he looked around the house. There was scarcely a thing that wasn't considered out of place, broken, upended or just generally destroyed. You would have thought a cyclone had ripped through the place given the state it was in. ‘Bloody hell,’ he said.
‘You got that right,’ Jack replied. Then he frowned. ‘Except, strangely, no blood.’
Jack had a point. You'd expect an alien corpse, given the state of the place, to have left blood everywhere. Instead it was just lying there in the middle of the living room lying in a small puddle of its own goo on someone's aunt's rug which Owen didn't regret, considering the thing was really ugly and probably should have been put out on the lawn for rubbish collection.
‘Alright then, Agatha Christie,’ Owen said, ‘so tell me how did the place get in such a state and yet the alien itself is dead and lying in the middle of a floor with no injuries on it whatsoever? Where's the would-be murderer?’
Jack turned to him and grinned. ‘I didn't say I had all the answers, Owen. What's life without a few little mysteries to solve?’
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Date: 2025-09-28 09:51 am (UTC)