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Title: Guilty until proven innocent
Character: Jack, Gwen, Rex Matheson
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 672 - Solid at
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Summary: Rex is determined to get to the bottom of Torchwood's involvement in the Miracle. A double drabble.
Jack and Gwen begrudgingly navigated the narrow aisle of the aircraft until they were near the front; not first class, or even business class. Nothing but the best economy for those under a rendition order it seemed.
'Sit your arses down there,' Rex Matheson ordered them, letting the single male flight attendant worry about buckling them in, handcuffed as they were.
Rex parked himself in the seat opposite them on the other side of the aisle. 'Now talk. I wanna know what the hell Torchwood has to do with this Miracle thing.'
'How should we know?' Jack replied. Nothing to do with us. I wasn't even here. Ever heard of a place called Delta Six Nine, just out past Sirius Minor?'
Rex rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, right.'
'It's true,' Gwen said. 'Jack wasn't even on the planet.'
'The planet? You talk like that's an actual thing.'
Jack shrugged. 'Can't get much more of a rock solid alibi than that. Cute little barman there who can vouch for me.'
Rex snorted then turned to Gwen. 'And you're gonna tell me you were just tending the roses?' Gwen just glared back. 'Fine. We'll get the truth out of you two soon enough.'
Character: Jack, Gwen, Rex Matheson
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 672 - Solid at
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Summary: Rex is determined to get to the bottom of Torchwood's involvement in the Miracle. A double drabble.
Jack and Gwen begrudgingly navigated the narrow aisle of the aircraft until they were near the front; not first class, or even business class. Nothing but the best economy for those under a rendition order it seemed.
'Sit your arses down there,' Rex Matheson ordered them, letting the single male flight attendant worry about buckling them in, handcuffed as they were.
Rex parked himself in the seat opposite them on the other side of the aisle. 'Now talk. I wanna know what the hell Torchwood has to do with this Miracle thing.'
'How should we know?' Jack replied. Nothing to do with us. I wasn't even here. Ever heard of a place called Delta Six Nine, just out past Sirius Minor?'
Rex rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, right.'
'It's true,' Gwen said. 'Jack wasn't even on the planet.'
'The planet? You talk like that's an actual thing.'
Jack shrugged. 'Can't get much more of a rock solid alibi than that. Cute little barman there who can vouch for me.'
Rex snorted then turned to Gwen. 'And you're gonna tell me you were just tending the roses?' Gwen just glared back. 'Fine. We'll get the truth out of you two soon enough.'