Rifts Are Strange Things
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I am not that mean, to leave us the way he did.
A/N: So I was working on a fic I'm beta-ing (anyone need one? I'm not stuffed to the gills yet) and I was describing how Jack flirts with anything that moves. So this popped into my head. I was then bothered by it because I picture it on the TARDIS, but it's about Jack. So I shoved it a little and made it (slightly) something else.
Chapter 5: Lucky Plant (100 words)
Walking past the Captain's office, the random teenager paused. She could have sworn she heard faint mumbling. A quick glance around the Hub told her that Gwen was looking something up, Tosh was experimenting with some alien artifact, Owen was doing an autopsy, and Ianto was making them all coffee. No one had come in earlier in the day to meet with the Captain, so she couldn't find an excuse for his talking. There wasn't a living soul in the room.
Just to be sure, she peeked into his work space.
"Captain Jack Harkness, are you flirting with a plant?!"
A/N: Now do you get why it's called "Lucky Plant"? XD