Title: Scrambled
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 339: Green at tw100
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Something's not quite right...
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
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Passerby: Well, Owen WOULD have sewn Jack up, but he healed so fast that by the time he'd checked the baby over, Jack didn't need to be sewn up.
Yeah, poor Jack. He adored his baby brother, would've done anything for him, if he could have. But fate intervened and Gray became a monster.
Usually, no. Nosy is immune to anything of earth origin.
Thank you.
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Ianto blinked myopically; he was almost certain the sky wasn't supposed to be that particular deep green colour. Turning his head slightly, he could see trees a short distance away, their pink trunks topped by lush blue foliage.
On the third attempt, he managed to get one hand far enough off the ground to rub his eyes and promptly punched himself in the left one. His coordination seemed to be a bit off.
"Jack?
"Ngh?"
"Why's the sky green?"
"Green? Huh. Looks blue to me, but it smells like chips! I think when that thing exploded, it scrambled our senses."
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The End
