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

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Jack edged around to his side, took one look at the brown blob that had Owen’s scalpel stuck into it, and started sniggering.

“Oh,” he said, grinning. “I see.”

Owen rolled his eyes towards Jack, managing to fit a certain amount of fury and pleading into one sideways glare, and Jack folded his arms.

“How long have you been stuck like this, then?” he asked calmly, and Owen rolled his eyes again.

“Oh yeah,” Jack said, “the paralysis. Roll your eyes to the right for yes and the left for no.”

Owen tried glaring at him at him again, but Jack only grinned broader, and asked, “An hour? More?”

Giving up, Owen rolled his eyes to the right.

“More than an hour,” Jack confirmed. “More than two? Ah, yes. Three?”

When Owen confirmed that as well, Jack couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

By the time he’d got himself under control again, Tosh and Gwen had come to see what was going on.

“Owen’s paralysed,” Jack told them, still quite breathless from laughing so hard. “Oh, don’t worry,” he continued, when they broke into startled cries of concern, “it’s harmless.”

He grinned at them both, and raised his hand to his earpiece, saying, “Ianto? Hi, yeah, sorry to interrupt. Could you bring a broom down to the autopsy room? No, no hurry. You finish that first if you want. Thanks.”

The girls were staring at him by then, and Owen was doing his best to turn the glare up a few notches as Jack shrugged, and told them, “He’s just finishing the filing. He’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Why a broom?” Gwen asked, and Jack waved a casual hand at the blob.

“Because that’s a Drestek, and we have to get him to stop touching it without us touching him. They usually hunt in swarms, you see. One of them touches their prey, and then the prey and any other living object in contact with it becomes paralysed. Then the rest of the swarm crowd in to eat it. Except this one’s on its own, so it’s paralysing Owen for no particular reason, and if any of us touch him, we’ll get stuck as well.”

“But he said it was dead,” Tosh pointed out. “And he’s not touching it.”

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and leant back against the wall, waiting patiently for Ianto to arrive, and saying, “It’s a blob. It’s mastered the art of playing dead for the good of the swarm. And he’s got his scalpel stuck in it, and the whole paralysis effect seems to work in a similar way to electricity, so…”

A cough from behind Gwen and Tosh alerted them to Ianto’s arrival. He held up the broom, and said, “I wondered what you were up to. I’ll go back to the filing later. Would you like me to do the honours, sir?”

Jack grinned at him, and gestured for him to go ahead. He came down the stairs and had a look at the situation, then poked the broom handle forward, hooking it under Owen’s hand and raising his arm away from the blob. Owen rocked back on his heels, utterly rigid, until the scalpel cleared the blob with a slight pop, and he fell over backwards.

Jack put a glass jar over the top of the now squirming blob, while Owen rubbed the back of his head and scrambled up, growling, “You bastards! Four fucking hours I’ve been stuck here, and you didn’t even bloody notice!”

[emlyn-rune.livejournal.com]

*Happy Dance* That was great! Poor *gigglesnort* Owen. Guess everyone else was enjoying the quiet a little too much. Think I'm going to be laughing over this one all day! Thank you thank you and thank you again. :)

[laligin.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thank you most kindly, I'm very glad you liked it. ^_^ It's not often the others get a day without Owen complaining about something or making loud, inappropriate remarks... :D

[taffimai.livejournal.com]

*giggles madly* Owen's hilarious in this and I love the happy, relaxed Jack.

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And wow, you spotted that quickly... Keeping a close eye on the Flavours post, then? ^_^' Eheh.

Hapy, relaxed Jack is always fun to write. As much fun as angsty Jack. Or angry Jack. Or sneaky Jack.

Aw, heck. Jack's just fun to write in general. And I'm beginning to like Owen a little too...

[taffimai.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yeah, I added it to my tracking list (http://www.livejournal.com/manage/subscriptions/) so I get notifications whenever you add a new one. *grins*

And how could anyone not love Jack? ... he's Captain Jack Harkness!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Ah, cunning. Good to know you're not entirely stalking me. :P

*is now having whole scenes of Pirates of the Caribbean rewrite themselves...*