Rifts Are Strange Things
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I am not that mean, to leave us the way he did.
A/N: I imagined this actually happening to me the other day. Wrote it down yesterday, didn't have time to type and upload it until today.
Chapter 6: Angel and Devil (100 words)
"Looking good," commented the miniature of the man who couldn't die.
"I'll say," agreed the girl with the small figures on her shoulders. The one on her left turned to watch the girl he'd noticed earlier. The one on her right sighed in her ear.
"We have slightly more pressing matters on our hands," said the model alien who changed his face on her right.
"She's got a nice bum, too," noted the other. The girl he stood on cuffed him with her hand, which was almost as big as he was, but laughed anyway.
"You are incredibly single-minded."
A/N: Yup! I got a Jack-Devil and Doctor-Angel on my shoulders.