Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

[laligin]

Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late).

Right. Here's how this works.

Here are Thirty Flavours of Torchwood.

You pick a prompt. Then, for that prompt, you pick any member of the Torchwood Team (past or present) or any such combination you please, add an extra condition or two if you want, and I write it for you in the comments.

The idea is that I write a drabble-size piece, but they may start at 100 words and head off into the sunset... And I will put the whole set in one post when they're done, for neatness' sake. :)

Crossovers are allowed, I suppose, but I'm not too well aware of many other fandoms (not even Buffy) so be cautious...

Eek. I hope this works. ^_^'


DONE 1. Bloodied
DONE 2. Claustrophobic
DONE 3. Cold
DONE 4. Confused
DONE 5. Cuddly
DONE 6. Dancing
DONE 7. Daydreaming
DONE 8. Divided
DONE 9. Domestic
DONE 10. Ecstatic
DONE 11. Efficient
DONE 12. High
Claimed 13. Hunted
DONE 14. In-denial
DONE 15. Lost
DONE 16. On-a-roll
DONE 17. Point-of-no-return
DONE 18. Proud
DONE 19. Reading
DONE 20. Researching
DONE 21. Secretive
DONE 22. Silent
DONE 1 Claimed 1 23. Silver-tongued
Claimed 24. Singing-in-the-rain
DONE 25. Sleepy
Claimed 26. Snarky
DONE 27. Sorrowful
DONE 28. Suspicious
DONE 29. Victorious
DONE 30. Warm


All prompts now claimed! Working on them. ^_^

Oh, and if you don't like the drabble (or... er... short fic) tell me and I'll do another. XD

Comments

[flora2313.livejournal.com]

#10 Ecstatic with Jack/Ianto being really happy and excited about something please! :-)

[laligin.livejournal.com]

:) Surety. Eeh, this is fun. ^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Eep. Another dead journal. Well, I have this. Not exactly Ecstatic, but happy. And 540 words.

Job Satisfaction

“Duck!” Jack shouted, and Ianto hit the grass, rolling over a couple of times to get further out of the way. The squabbling aliens tumbled by overhead, one of them shrieking repeatedly as the other clawed at its wings.

Jack ran over to give him a hand up, slinging his net gun over one shoulder, still unfired.

“You okay?”

“Yup,” Ianto managed breathlessly, grabbing his own gun. He looked around for the aliens, and found that they’d landed downhill, and were scratching up huge furrows in the ground, stepping in circles around each other and hissing furiously.

“Okay,” Jack said, hanging onto his wrist unnecessarily. “What do you reckon? Do we flush them towards the trees or take one each?”

“Flushing them towards the trees hasn’t worked so well so far,” Ianto pointed out. “And considering they can fly...”

“Brings it all back, doesn’t it?” Jack said, grinning at him.

Ianto grinned back.

“Right,” Jack said. “I think it’s only appropriate if you take the red, and I’ll take the white.”

Hefting his net gun, Ianto nodded, and the two dragons below them leapt back into battle with a united roar. They bowled across the grass in a tangle of teeth and claws, snapping at each other’s necks, unable to fly with talons latched into their wings.

Ianto and Jack scrambled down the hill after them, just as Jack’s phone rang.

“Hello?” he asked, then, “All of them? Great, get over here. Oh, yes.”

“Gwen,” Ianto said, as Jack hung up, and he nodded, sliding down the last couple of feet of the hill, and jumping across the scarred ground of the dragons’ battlefield.

“She’s on her way. Weevils sorted, she’s bringing Rhys and a truck for these two.”

“Good,” Ianto said, as the dragons pulled apart and flared shredded wings, with deafening bugles of challenge, “because I think –” and he brought his gun to aim, and fired, netting a startled red dragon in one shot “– we’re going to need that.”

The white screamed in rage as its challenger went down in a struggling heap, and whirled to face the two of them. Jack shoved Ianto out of the way as it leapt, and was knocked flying by a swipe from the alien’s claws, one side of his chest ripped open. He rolled, seeing only a blaze of white, not sure if it was agony or the dragon, and scrambled to his feet only to find one furious creature crouched low before him, ready to spring, and his hands empty.

“Shit.”

The dragon’s back legs bunched, and it sprang – straight into the folds of a Ksellin net.

Ianto lowered Jack’s gun as the alien struggled uselessly with its prison, and then looked at Jack.

“I think you dropped something.”

With a bark of laughter, Jack flung his arms around Ianto, who started to laugh along with him, then stopped and pulled back when Jack winced and said, “Ow.”

“And you managed to get hurt again,” Ianto sighed. “We really need to work on that.”

“It’ll heal,” Jack promised, and hugged him again, smiling. “But we’re all still here and we’ve done what we had to do. And that’s worth it all.”

Ianto smiled as well, and couldn’t help but agree.