Rifts Are Strange Things

by thecolouryes

A series of drabbles, like "Five More Minutes", this time with the Torchwood Team, both Welsh and American at different times . 2 NEW: "Ice Cream" "Philadelphia"

7. Unsecret Secret Organization

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 get inspiration in the weirdest places. Like a fanfic I'm beta-ing. There was this one line... anywho.

Chapter 7: Unsecret Secret Organization (100 words)

"You're the most unsecret secret organization ever," the strange girl from a parallel dimension noted.

"What?" replied the man who couldn't die, who was wondering why she was following him around.

"You. Are. The. Most. Un. Secret. Secret. Organization. Ever," she repeated.

"Yes, and?"

"Don't you think that's a bit of an identity problem?" she asked, giving him a look. "Shouldn't you try to be a secret secret organization? Just maybe?"

"The authorities were quite mad the last time we pumped the water supply full of Retcon."

"How long did it take them to figure out?" He shrugged.

"Seven years?"

A/N: Don't you agree that Torchwood abso-bloody-lutely fails at being a secret organization too?