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 was reading a fanfic where Jack lost his memory. Then, the team giving a huge group of people Retcon made me think of this.
Chapter 8: Nocter (100 words)
A loud boom called Owen back to the med center. There, the teenager – who clearly had no idea what she was doing – was messing around with some alien chemicals. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Creating Nocter."
"Nocter?"
"Yup!"
"What the hell is that?"
"Like Retcon only backwards," she answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's the use of that?"
"In case someone loses their memory."
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" She grinned.
"Absolutely none!" Her concoction made another loud bang, as if to emphasize her point.
A/N: Huh, I just realized that Owen – in this case – only talks in questions. Interesting.