Double Drabble: Weevil Attack
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Title: Weevil Attack
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Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto, Tosh, Gwen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 574: Attack at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Everyone has their own reasons for not enjoying having to deal with Weevil attacks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Gear up, kids!” Jack shouted, bounding out of his office. “Got a report of a Weevil attack!”
“Oh great,” Owen groaned, fetching his medical kit. “You know what this means, don’t you? Just hope I can save whatever poor sod’s been mauled. I hate Retconning injured people, never sure it’ll take.”
“Covering up deaths is no picnic either,” Ianto pointed out.
“And witnesses just complicate things, especially if they take pictures on their phones,” Tosh added. “Instagram, snapchat, twitter, tumbler, facebook… Keeping Torchwood secret gets harder every day.”
“It’s ten times worse if the police get involved.” Gwen checked her Weevil spray. “They radio in and then what are we supposed to do, track down and Retcon everybody who might have heard or let them all think one of their colleagues has gone bonkers?”
They piled into the SUV and Jack put his foot down, driving like he was in a race or something.
Halfway across Cardiff they skidded to a halt; everyone leapt out and stopped dead.
“Okay, wasn’t expecting that,” said Jack.
The beleaguered Weevil huddled against a wall while an elderly lady beat it over the head with her walking stick.
Ianto agreed. “Now I’ve seen everything.”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Owen, Ianto, Tosh, Gwen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 574: Attack at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Everyone has their own reasons for not enjoying having to deal with Weevil attacks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Gear up, kids!” Jack shouted, bounding out of his office. “Got a report of a Weevil attack!”
“Oh great,” Owen groaned, fetching his medical kit. “You know what this means, don’t you? Just hope I can save whatever poor sod’s been mauled. I hate Retconning injured people, never sure it’ll take.”
“Covering up deaths is no picnic either,” Ianto pointed out.
“And witnesses just complicate things, especially if they take pictures on their phones,” Tosh added. “Instagram, snapchat, twitter, tumbler, facebook… Keeping Torchwood secret gets harder every day.”
“It’s ten times worse if the police get involved.” Gwen checked her Weevil spray. “They radio in and then what are we supposed to do, track down and Retcon everybody who might have heard or let them all think one of their colleagues has gone bonkers?”
They piled into the SUV and Jack put his foot down, driving like he was in a race or something.
Halfway across Cardiff they skidded to a halt; everyone leapt out and stopped dead.
“Okay, wasn’t expecting that,” said Jack.
The beleaguered Weevil huddled against a wall while an elderly lady beat it over the head with her walking stick.
Ianto agreed. “Now I’ve seen everything.”
The End
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Date: 2019-10-17 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-10-17 10:40 am (UTC)The team will rescue the traumatised Weevil. It will stick to eating rats in future.
Thank you!
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Date: 2019-10-17 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-10-17 07:39 pm (UTC)Little old ladies are tough, especially those in Cardiff!
Thank you!