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vocab_drabblesTitle: No Anchovies, Please
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 300
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Summary/Warning: Anchovies are evil
Notes: And I'm finally caught up. Again. I wonder if I can keep up this time... ;)
Working for Torchwood as long as he had, Ianto Jones was accustomed to alien invasions of world-ending proportion, but the situation he found himself in was a first, unique even by their standards – and that was saying a lot.
Ianto kept one eye on the Xflorien working on a spaceship that had made an unscheduled landing in the middle of the Quay while the other followed a Blowfish riding past on a bicycle built for two. He had no idea how the Dalek was able to ride on the back without falling off, but at least it wasn’t exterminating anyone. That counted as a win.
As Ianto glanced around him, the mélange of non-Earth invaders kept increasing.
A half dozen aliens of an unknown species flitted through the air like butterflies, although they more resembled flying anchovies. They only added to the confusing gallimaufry (not to be confused with Gallifrey, as they didn’t appear to be Time Lords).
He didn’t recognize the Plkeoseiongileing delivering Jubilee Pizza, although the Slitheen chasing what looked suspiciously like a Dogon Sixth Eye that was rolling down the street seemed vaguely familiar. He (or she) was in turn being chased by a naked, short gray humanoid with big eyes and no genitalia to speak of. It was instantly recognizable as one of the classic Greys from modern abduction stories.
That’s when Ianto knew he was dreaming.
Ianto woke up slouched sideways on the Hub’s couch with a crick in his neck.
“You okay?” Jack asked, standing over him with arms folded and a concerned expression.
Ianto righted himself and ran a hand through his hair, pushing the pizza box perched precariously at the edge of the table further away. He shook his head to clear the last of the nightmare.
“Next time, no anchovies, please.”
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 300
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Summary/Warning: Anchovies are evil
Notes: And I'm finally caught up. Again. I wonder if I can keep up this time... ;)
Working for Torchwood as long as he had, Ianto Jones was accustomed to alien invasions of world-ending proportion, but the situation he found himself in was a first, unique even by their standards – and that was saying a lot.
Ianto kept one eye on the Xflorien working on a spaceship that had made an unscheduled landing in the middle of the Quay while the other followed a Blowfish riding past on a bicycle built for two. He had no idea how the Dalek was able to ride on the back without falling off, but at least it wasn’t exterminating anyone. That counted as a win.
As Ianto glanced around him, the mélange of non-Earth invaders kept increasing.
A half dozen aliens of an unknown species flitted through the air like butterflies, although they more resembled flying anchovies. They only added to the confusing gallimaufry (not to be confused with Gallifrey, as they didn’t appear to be Time Lords).
He didn’t recognize the Plkeoseiongileing delivering Jubilee Pizza, although the Slitheen chasing what looked suspiciously like a Dogon Sixth Eye that was rolling down the street seemed vaguely familiar. He (or she) was in turn being chased by a naked, short gray humanoid with big eyes and no genitalia to speak of. It was instantly recognizable as one of the classic Greys from modern abduction stories.
That’s when Ianto knew he was dreaming.
Ianto woke up slouched sideways on the Hub’s couch with a crick in his neck.
“You okay?” Jack asked, standing over him with arms folded and a concerned expression.
Ianto righted himself and ran a hand through his hair, pushing the pizza box perched precariously at the edge of the table further away. He shook his head to clear the last of the nightmare.
“Next time, no anchovies, please.”
