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.

393. Considering - Follows Ch 392

Title: Considering… - Sequel to 'Attitude Adjustment'

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: The Doctor, Ianto, Donna, John Hart, Jack. Mentions Tosh

Rating: PG-13

Written For: Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100

Spoilers: None really.

Summary: The Torchwood team and the TARDIS crew discuss what to do with Hart.

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

A/N: Part Twenty-Two of the Drone series. Here's another triple drabble. There's one more part after this.

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I love Janto: 1) No one can resist Ianto's coffee!

2) Donna can handle anyone, but like Ianto, she doesn't sing her own praises. Jack's a little distracted right now. Next time he meets Donna I'm sure he'll realise how awesome she is, but right now he's thinking too much about the events of Hart's last visit.

3) Anyone who can have such a dramatic effect on John Hart gets Ianto's approval, he's seriously impressed. It works both ways though; Donna can empathise with Ianto - he's overworked and underappreciated, like she so often is when she's temping. They're kindred spirits, so she'll see to it that he gets the respect he deserves.

Thank you!

There are several John Hart/Spike fics around, but I'd love to read more if anyone would care to write some!

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"That drone really is a remarkable piece of engineering, especially considering what you and Toshiko were working with," the Doctor told Ianto as he and Jack joined the little group clustered around Torchwood's prisoner, who was now sipping a fresh coffee.

"The design is mainly Tosh's," Ianto replied, typically modest. "I just made suggestions and sourced raw materials. Can I get you a coffee Doctor? Or perhaps you'd prefer tea?"

"Coffee please. When in Rome!" He turned to Hart. "Now, what are we going to do about you? Can't leave you here on earth to cause more trouble, can we?"

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Hart sighed.

"I only came back here looking for a little help and consideration, but they care more about that drone than they do about a fellow human in need!"

"Spare us the sob story, flyboy!" Donna folded her arms across her chest. "I've met your kind before. Probably been treated better than ya deserve."

"They tossed me in the boot!"

"Really? I would've tied ya to the roof, ya smell a bit ripe, could do with a shower."

"Yeah, well, no one offered."

"That'll 'ave to change if you're comin' with us then. We are takin' 'im, right Doc?"

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The Doctor looked at Hart.

"Well now, I don't know. Strictly speaking, I was only invited over to provide Torchwood's new drone with a perception filter. No one said anything about picking up passengers."

"Well, can't leave 'im 'ere. Ianto has enough to do without 'avin' another inmate to feed. Besides, I kinda like 'im. Needs some work, but I'm pretty sure I could whip 'im into shape."

Hart's eyes lit up.

"I like whips!"

Donna laughed.

"You would."

"Weeeeeeell," the Doctor drawled, "travelling on the TARDIS didn't do Jack any harm and I do like a challenge. Alright then."

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TBC in 'Departure'