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Anythingdrabble Challenge 209 - Calm before the storm
Title: Calm before the storm
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, OC
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 209 - Hectic at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: A hectic day in A and E is about to get a whole lot worse.
Jack burst through the A and E doors and made straight for the nurses station. Just when he'd thought today would be boring, aliens invading St Helens were about to brighten his day. Perfect timing for Ianto to get his arm cast off.
'Sorry, but we're a bit busy,' the nurse at the desk told him, looking over his shoulder at the sweeping mass of potential new patients crowding their waiting room.
'Not as busy as you're going to be,' he said, giving her his cryptic reply. If Ianto's message was anything to go by, they'd be faced with a lot worse than a few swollen ankles and asthma attacks. 'You might want to think about diverting a few patients to Cardiff University,' he suggested. 'Or all of them.'
She frowned at him, pulling a stray wisp of blonde hair back behind her ear. 'What d'you mean?'
Jack leaned his elbows on the narrow counter. 'Don't want to alarm anyone, but we've got reports of a terrorist cell on one of your upper floors. Could be mass casualties. It'd be better if we didn't add innocent bystanders into the mix.'
Her eyes went wide. 'Are you like, special ops or something?'
'Or something. Now, think you can get this waiting room cleared, Denise?' he asked, reading her name tag.
She bit her lip, halfway between wanting to stand on the desk and yell out orders and wanting to hide under it. 'You should probably speak to our clinical lead.'
Jack didn't have time for dealing with politics. 'Do you smell gas?' he asked loudly, before turning around to face the waiting room and yelling. 'Does anyone else here smell that gas'? People began to look around and shuffle awkwardly, nodding in agreement that yes, there was a funny smell around here and quickly gathering up coats and handbags, making a hasty exit even if they had to limp their way out.
Denise had a mask held to her face. She must have assumed he meant the terrorists had let off some noxious gas, bless her. 'It's okay,' he said. 'Well, not okay, I mean there's no actual gas leak.'
She pulled the mask away, looking embarrassed. 'I knew that.' She stared around. 'It's quiet without all the people. It's never been this quiet.'
'It won't be for long,' Jack promised her. 'Get your team ready and, might I suggest, arm yourself.'
'What with?'
'Scalpel, zimmer frame… anything you can put between yourself and something that wants you dead.'
'Something?'
Jack gave one of his trademark grins. 'I'm Torchwood and I lied about the terrorists. It's worse than that. Now, think you can tell me where they take patients who need to get a plaster cast cut off?' It would be as good a place as any to find Ianto, no doubt holed up and waiting for backup.
Denise pointed at the sign overhead. 'Take the lift to level two and turn left.'
Jack winked at her. 'God love the NHS.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, OC
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 209 - Hectic at
anythingdrabbleSummary: A hectic day in A and E is about to get a whole lot worse.
Jack burst through the A and E doors and made straight for the nurses station. Just when he'd thought today would be boring, aliens invading St Helens were about to brighten his day. Perfect timing for Ianto to get his arm cast off.
'Sorry, but we're a bit busy,' the nurse at the desk told him, looking over his shoulder at the sweeping mass of potential new patients crowding their waiting room.
'Not as busy as you're going to be,' he said, giving her his cryptic reply. If Ianto's message was anything to go by, they'd be faced with a lot worse than a few swollen ankles and asthma attacks. 'You might want to think about diverting a few patients to Cardiff University,' he suggested. 'Or all of them.'
She frowned at him, pulling a stray wisp of blonde hair back behind her ear. 'What d'you mean?'
Jack leaned his elbows on the narrow counter. 'Don't want to alarm anyone, but we've got reports of a terrorist cell on one of your upper floors. Could be mass casualties. It'd be better if we didn't add innocent bystanders into the mix.'
Her eyes went wide. 'Are you like, special ops or something?'
'Or something. Now, think you can get this waiting room cleared, Denise?' he asked, reading her name tag.
She bit her lip, halfway between wanting to stand on the desk and yell out orders and wanting to hide under it. 'You should probably speak to our clinical lead.'
Jack didn't have time for dealing with politics. 'Do you smell gas?' he asked loudly, before turning around to face the waiting room and yelling. 'Does anyone else here smell that gas'? People began to look around and shuffle awkwardly, nodding in agreement that yes, there was a funny smell around here and quickly gathering up coats and handbags, making a hasty exit even if they had to limp their way out.
Denise had a mask held to her face. She must have assumed he meant the terrorists had let off some noxious gas, bless her. 'It's okay,' he said. 'Well, not okay, I mean there's no actual gas leak.'
She pulled the mask away, looking embarrassed. 'I knew that.' She stared around. 'It's quiet without all the people. It's never been this quiet.'
'It won't be for long,' Jack promised her. 'Get your team ready and, might I suggest, arm yourself.'
'What with?'
'Scalpel, zimmer frame… anything you can put between yourself and something that wants you dead.'
'Something?'
Jack gave one of his trademark grins. 'I'm Torchwood and I lied about the terrorists. It's worse than that. Now, think you can tell me where they take patients who need to get a plaster cast cut off?' It would be as good a place as any to find Ianto, no doubt holed up and waiting for backup.
Denise pointed at the sign overhead. 'Take the lift to level two and turn left.'
Jack winked at her. 'God love the NHS.'