Challenge 891 - Big bird
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m_findlowTitle: Big bird
Character: Jack, Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 891 - Feather at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The rift's latest guest has left a big clue as to what it might be. A double drabble.
‘Anything?’ Jack called out to Tosh and Owen as he continued to scour the parkland in the darkness. He hated night-time searches. What they were looking for could be right at their feet and not see it, or it could be alive and using that darkness to hide from them. The rift was cruel like that.
‘Nothing,’ Owen replied, swinging around a stick he'd found instead, like he was a kid pretending it was a sword, whacking away at bushes.
Jack waited for negative confirmation from Tosh and heard nothing. ‘Tosh?’
‘I think I might have found something.’
Owen was closer to her position so he moved towards her. ‘What've you got?’
‘A feather.’
Owen snorted. ‘Great detective work. We're looking for something alien and all you've got is a stupid feather? Must be hundreds of birds living here.’
Tosh emerged from the trees, carrying a feather that was four feet long and about a foot wide. ‘Not like this they don't,’ she replied.
‘Woah,’ Jack said. ‘Try finding an ink pot big enough to match that quill.’
‘If that's its feather,’ Owen said, ‘then how did we miss it?’
‘Better question,’ Jack replied, ‘where the hell is it now?’
‘Anything?’ Jack called out to Tosh and Owen as he continued to scour the parkland in the darkness. He hated night-time searches. What they were looking for could be right at their feet and not see it, or it could be alive and using that darkness to hide from them. The rift was cruel like that.
‘Nothing,’ Owen replied, swinging around a stick he'd found instead, like he was a kid pretending it was a sword, whacking away at bushes.
Jack waited for negative confirmation from Tosh and heard nothing. ‘Tosh?’
‘I think I might have found something.’
Owen was closer to her position so he moved towards her. ‘What've you got?’
‘A feather.’
Owen snorted. ‘Great detective work. We're looking for something alien and all you've got is a stupid feather? Must be hundreds of birds living here.’
Tosh emerged from the trees, carrying a feather that was four feet long and about a foot wide. ‘Not like this they don't,’ she replied.
‘Woah,’ Jack said. ‘Try finding an ink pot big enough to match that quill.’
‘If that's its feather,’ Owen said, ‘then how did we miss it?’
‘Better question,’ Jack replied, ‘where the hell is it now?’
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Date: 2025-11-16 10:50 am (UTC)