The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

745. Singing The Blues

Title: Singing The Blues

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Janet, Jack, Ianto.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 343: Blue at tw100

Spoilers: Combat.

Summary: Owen is right; Weevils do have telepathic connections with each other

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Two versions again, the official drabble and a 150 word extended version.

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Passerby: My headcanon says Ianto is good at languages and already knows several, so why wouldn't he be interested in learning Japanese? Plus he's teaching Tosh Welsh in return.

Everyone at Torchwood is feeling down after a bad week. Nosy is empathic so it's getting the blues thrown at it from every direction, with inevitable results. It feels so blue it's even turned blue, poor Fluff. When everyone starts cheering up, it'll turn green again

Thank you!

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Drabble version

Janet threw back her head, wailing a song of sorrow and suffering. She felt everything the other felt; its desperation to escape, its fear and its rage, but most of all she felt its agony.

It was dying slowly, brutalised by the strange beings of this world, so far from its own home. Caged as she was, she couldn't help it, but she could share the burden of its pain.

"What can you feel? What do you know?"

Looking into blue eyes, she wished she could communicate with the man.

'I know your people are hurting mine, and I grieve.'

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The End

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Extended version

"What d'you think it's doing?" one asked quietly.

"I think it's weeping."

Janet threw back her head and wailed, a song of sorrow, loss and suffering. She felt everything the other felt, experienced each blow that was struck as if it were landing on her own body. She felt the other's desperation to escape, felt its fear and its rage, but most of all she felt its agony.

It was dying slowly, inch by inch, brutalised by the strange beings of this world, so far from its own home. Caged as she was, she could not reach the other to help it, but she could ease the pain it felt by sharing it.

"What can you feel? What do you know?"

Looking into blue eyes, she wished she could share what she was feeling with these people, make them understand.

'I know your people are hurting mine, and I grieve.'

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The End