Anythingdrabble Challenge 97 - All that's left

[m_findlow]

Title: All that's left
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Suzie, Alex
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 97 - Left at anythingdrabble
Summary: Suzie is beginning to feel the strain of being on the run. Spoilers for BigFinish audioplay "Moving Target".

'Where are we we going?' Alex asked, jogging in Suzie's wake.

'We're on a break, remember?' she called back, heading for the apartment block. Inside would be a bed, a shower and some fresh clothes. 'You take first sleep break. I'll see if I can find something to eat.'

Alex didn't complain, heading straight for the bedroom whilst Suzie explored cupboards.

'No alcohol,' Suzie muttered, slumping down onto the nearest stool. They'd only broken into a bottle shop once, Suzie having cautioned against them dulling their senses. Now though she wanted to get properly rip-roaring drunk and dispense with this whole mess.

Alex might have been the hunter's target but that didn't meant there hadn't been other casualties. That was the problem with everyone being frozen in time. The odd laser fire here, stray bullet there. Once she'd hit a mob of people standing too close to the road whilst trying to weave through the mass of cars stopped haphazardly all over. She hadn't meant to, of course, but when it came down to them dying or her, Suzie didn't feel quite so guilty. She was on the job, Torchwood business, trying to save this poor girl from being nothing but prey for a bunch of aliens with too much money who thought shooting humans made for entertaining sport.

It wasn't fair, she decided. Why did she have to be the one left to deal with this? It was that device at her apartment, she knew, but still, why her? If she hadn't been near it, she'd have been just as frozen and oblivious as the rest of them. Alex would've been on her own, and well and truly dead by now. The first hunter would have done her in and that would be that. The rest of the planet would get to go on with their lives. It's just typical, Suze, she told herself. You always get left with the shit, even at work. Tosh gets all the interesting technology, Owen deals with the living stuff and Jack just swans around barking orders and flashing smiles. Who has to do all the other crap, the admin and the reports and deal with all those useless police and other officials? Her, that was who. And not a word of thanks.

'Oh, looks like someone's having a bad day,' came the metallic voice of the robot, appearing in the middle of the kitchen.

'Go away.'

'Is that any way to treat your betters?' it chided.

'You're trying to kill us!'

'I'm not,' it argued. 'It's not my fault you've been given universal pest status. You shouldn't have been tinkering with technology that's beyond you. I've been reading up on you and quite honestly, I don't know how your species survived long enough to proliferate.'

'And you're annoying and stupid.'

'Alright. I know when to take a hint. Just remember, you're all that's left standing between her living a few more hours and being allowed to go back to your old life.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Sounds like Suzie's got her work cut out for her.