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.

385. Options - Follows 'Field Tested'

Title: Options - Sequel to 'Field Tested'

Author: badly-knitted

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

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100

Spoilers: None really.

Summary: Time to discuss what to do with Hart. They don't have a lot of practical choices.

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

A/N: Another pair! I think I finally know where this is going, I just don't know how many more parts it will take to get there... o_O

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I love Janto: And with the drone, they can find out what has come through a lot faster, which can't be bad. It's good to learn about unknown aliens anyway, even if they're benevolent.

*snort* Oh dear, poor Janet! I really hadn't thought of John enjoying himself with the poor girl. And now I wish I hadn't thought about that... Where's the brain bleach? LOL!

Thank you!

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new to TW fic: Welcome aboard! There's some great Torchwood fic out there, so dive in and have fun.

I think Jack and Ianto would make a brilliant Batman and Alfred ;)

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The team watched Jack pacing back and forth in front of their prisoner.

"What're our options?"

"We can't let him go, there's no telling what he'd get up to," Ianto sighed. "On the other hand, I doubt any of us like the idea of keeping him around."

There were murmurs of agreement.

"If I can fix his VM, we could send him off-world," Tosh suggested, glancing away from the drone's readouts.

"We could lock him in with Janet, I'm sure she'd enjoy the company," said Owen.

"Or I could just shoot him and be done with it." Ianto sounded hopeful.

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Hart listened intently as the team discussed his fate. It wasn't encouraging.

"Hey, don't I get any say in this?"

Jack spun around, glaring at his ex-partner.

"No. I don't trust you as far as I could throw you."

"But I'd make a great Torchwood agent!"

"What part of 'I don't trust you' don't you understand?"

"I could be useful! I'm fluent in alien languages, what I don't know about weapons isn't worth knowing, and I can teleport, reach Rift events even before your drone. I'd be an asset!"

"More like an ass," muttered Owen.

"Come on, you need me!"

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TBC in 'Booted'