Title: Plague
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 778: Sick at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto go to the aid of a stricken colony.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Ghost of a Chance 'Verse.
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The colony was small, only three-hundred people, the first settlers on a newly discovered, uninhabited planet. There hadn't been much there when they'd arrived, but they'd worked hard, building homes, cultivating the land, planting crops, tending livestock… Then disaster struck.
A small group had ventured into a swamp, assessing the possibility of draining it. Several of them had fallen sick after being bitten by insects, and then the contagion had started to spread. Before long, two thirds of the population were ill, suffering fevers and chills, a red rash spreading rapidly over their bodies. Within a week, the first few to be infected were dead.
An urgent request was made for medicines, which were quickly made available, but nobody wanted to transport them to a world in the grip of an unknown plague. Nobody, that is, except for the two-man crew of a medium-sized cargo ship.
Jack and Ianto didn't hesitate. They knew they'd both probably die repeatedly before a cure was found, but at least for them, death wouldn't be permanent.
"I wish we could've saved more," Ianto said when it was over. Almost half the colonists had died.
"We did what we could. The survivors have a chance."
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The End