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.

381. Answers - Follows 'Questions'

Title: Answers - Sequel to 'Questions'

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: John Hart, Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Gwen

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100

Spoilers: Just anything to do with John Hart.

Summary: The more answers they get, the less they seem to know. Mysteries multiply.

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

A/N: And the drabbles come in two by two…

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I love Janto: Maybe we'll find out whether John has found the answer to that or not.

To John Hart, being frisked is foreplay. Actually, to John Hart, everything is foreplay!

That question will be answered soon, hope you'll like the answer! This is the first time I've posted anything that is still being written and that I have no idea how, or when, it will end! The double drabbles will continue until I find the end of the story.

Thank you!

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Hart smirked at the team; Ianto resisted the temptation to rearrange his face a little.

"I asked you a question."

"Oh come on, lighten up! All business all the time; it's not a good look on you."

Ianto gritted his teeth, praying for patience.

"What came through the Rift?"

"Don't know, didn't see. Whatever it was, it had already gone when I got here."

"Gone where?"

"If I knew that, I'd have gone after it. Figured your doohickey could track it." Hart glanced towards the drone.

"Tosh?"

"On it; scanning for Rift residue." She paused. "Okay, I have a trail."

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OoOoOoOoO

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With Tosh and their drone leading the way, Torchwood set off tracking the mysterious new arrival.

Hart went with them; he wasn't given any choice in the matter, frogmarched along between Owen and Gwen. Not that he seemed to mind; in fact he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jack found his attitude annoying.

"Why exactly are you here, John?"

"I was bored, alright? Earth's not exactly the Vegas Galaxy. Thought maybe if I did something useful, you'd let me stick around for a bit." He shrugged awkwardly.

"If you're so bored, why not leave earth?"

"Because I can't."

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TBC in 'Revelations'