Challenge 910 - Poetic justice
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m_findlowTitle: Poetic justice
Character: Jack, Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 910 - Crash at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack's least favourite reporter is finally getting their comeuppance. A double drabble.
“Mr Brigstocke,” the news host began, shuffling pages on the desk, “you’ve reported, on this very news service, that there is a conspiracy to conceal the presence of alien life in Wales. That there is a secret organisation, funded by the British government, responsible for that concealment.”
“That’s correct, Lindsay. There exists–”
“Before you go on Mr Brigstocke, we’ve had two separate think tanks review your data and both concluded, unequivocally, that these photographs have been digitally altered. We’ve also contacted the Home Office–”
“The Home Office is covering this up,’ Brigstocke said, cutting her off. “And as for the photos…”
“If you’d allow me to finish my statement. The Home Office–”
“No! Listen, they are in cahoots, Lindsay.”
“How do you respond to comments that your editors have placed you on administrative leave in recent weeks.”
“It's all part of the scam!”
‘This is awful,’ Gwen said, watching the screen.
‘Awful?’ Jack exclaimed, grinning. ‘Watching the world’s most obnoxious BBC journalist crashing out live on television? This is the best thing that’s been on TV since the coronation. Ianto! We’re going to need popcorn!’
‘I’ve already taken the liberty of ordering chinese, and there’s cold beers in the fridge.’
“Mr Brigstocke,” the news host began, shuffling pages on the desk, “you’ve reported, on this very news service, that there is a conspiracy to conceal the presence of alien life in Wales. That there is a secret organisation, funded by the British government, responsible for that concealment.”
“That’s correct, Lindsay. There exists–”
“Before you go on Mr Brigstocke, we’ve had two separate think tanks review your data and both concluded, unequivocally, that these photographs have been digitally altered. We’ve also contacted the Home Office–”
“The Home Office is covering this up,’ Brigstocke said, cutting her off. “And as for the photos…”
“If you’d allow me to finish my statement. The Home Office–”
“No! Listen, they are in cahoots, Lindsay.”
“How do you respond to comments that your editors have placed you on administrative leave in recent weeks.”
“It's all part of the scam!”
‘This is awful,’ Gwen said, watching the screen.
‘Awful?’ Jack exclaimed, grinning. ‘Watching the world’s most obnoxious BBC journalist crashing out live on television? This is the best thing that’s been on TV since the coronation. Ianto! We’re going to need popcorn!’
‘I’ve already taken the liberty of ordering chinese, and there’s cold beers in the fridge.’
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Date: 2026-03-29 09:49 am (UTC)