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.

2687. Educated Guess

Title: Educated Guess

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Owen.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 821: Lump at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Some aliens are just too alien to make any sense of.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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Ianto wasn't entirely sure how he'd wound up assisting Owen with the autopsy on the latest unfortunate alien to cross paths with the Rift. He'd only entered the med bay looking for mugs in need of washing, but here he was, taking notes and trying to be helpful. That was Torchwood for you. With Jack gone, they were all pitching in wherever they were needed.

"I don't know how this thing could've been alive even when it was!" Owen grumbled as he poked around inside the deceased. "From what I've seen so far, it doesn't have any recognisable organs."

Ianto peered over Owen's shoulder and pointed with his pen, taking care to avoid touching anything with it. "What about that lump there? I'm no doctor, but that looks like it could be an organ of some kind."

"I said 'recognisable organs', as in lungs, heart, liver, kidneys…" Owen shook his head. "I have no clue what the hell that is, or even if it's supposed to be there. For all I know, that might be what killed it."

"So what do you want this one written up as?"

"Species unknown, cause of death, no bloody idea. Good enough?"

"It'll do."

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The End