Stimulus: Coffee Beans
Spoilers:
POV: Tosh (poor woman)
Dedication:
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. Not for lack of trying, believe me!
AN:
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Crunch.
Tosh looked down with a frown.
In Torchwood, the unusual was usual. She barely batted an eyelid at blowfish driving sports cars or women with alien technology inserted into their arms. That was fine. Just part of the job.
What she couldn't understand, though, was why on earth there were coffee beans all over the Hub floor?
"Fuck…"
She drew her gun without hesitating. Someone – something – had gotten into Jack's office.
The stairs - the stairs that she hadn't really noticed until now - were too long, too noisy. She tried to be silent as she climbed them, heart pounding in her chest. Her heart seemed to grow too loud - every whimper, every cry tortured her. What were they doing to him? Anger pulsed through her. She would kill them - whoever they were - if they had laid so much as a finger on Jack.
"Freeze!" she yelled as she burst through the office door... to find that it was Ianto who was being tortured, and he'd laid a lot more than just a finger on her boss.
Jack's laughter echoed behind her as she fled from the scene with all the dignity that she could manage. Aliens? Fine. That, however, was a step too far.