Challenge 617 - Loss of sensation

[m_findlow]

Title: Loss of sensation
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Jack, Owen
Rating: PG
Challenge: 617 - Sense at tw100
Notes: Jack's lack of reaction to their current alien is troubling. A double drabble.

Owen pinched his nose as the stench in the room threatened to make him lose his lunch. Considering everything he saw and dealt with on his autopsy table, that was really saying something.

Jack knelt closer to the alien corpse, lying sprawled in a mess of its own internal juices. It didn't take a medical degree to ascertain that its trip through the rift had ended in death.

'Think it must have dropped out of the rift from a height,' Jack said. 'There's clear alien splattage.'

'Splattage?' Owen queried, muffling the invented word around his blocked nasal passage. 'How are you even able to get that close to it?'

Jack gave him a frown. 'What do you mean?'

'It stinks like nothing I've ever encountered. It's going right to the top of the list of worst things I've ever smelled.'

'Really? I can't smell it.'

'Seriously? Have you lost your sense of smell or something? That thing is minging like the spewed up remains of a rotting corpse that's eaten a spew-covered rotting corpse.'

Jack shook his head. 'Can't smell a thing.' He paused. 'Uh oh.'

'What's uh oh?'

'Last time I lost my sense of smell I was pregnant.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Great, Jack just ave Owen something else besides the dead alien to worry about!