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lindenharp) wrote2011-05-17 11:34 pm
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Drabble: Hubris
Title: Hubris
Author: Lindenharp
Rating: All ages
Fandom: Torchwood (set in early Series 2, after Jack's return)
Characters: Jack Harkness, team
Genre: drabble, character study
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Summary: Pride goeth before destruction, they say.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here in the corner. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This was written as an entry for the Drabble Last Author Standing competition. It is unbetad.
Jack’s in London when Ianto phones him, reporting misty ‘spectres’ in Llandaff.
“They’re Turvikons. Harmless. Send—“
“Gwen and Owen are en route. Sir.” The last word’s an afterthought.
Jack’s glad his team coped during his long absence, but dammit, he’s back now. “Turvikons hate water. Spray them."
“Wait!” Ianto snaps.
I’m in command! “Owen, spray them!”
Owen curses. “They’re attacking!”
“Find something with a strong odour!” Ianto shouts. Gwen’s bottle of Panache averts disaster.
Not Turvikons. Mrftvani. Deadly when provoked. If Ianto hadn’t checked the archives... Jack shudders. ‘Pride goeth before destruction’. My pride, but always someone else’s destruction...
Author: Lindenharp
Rating: All ages
Fandom: Torchwood (set in early Series 2, after Jack's return)
Characters: Jack Harkness, team
Genre: drabble, character study
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Summary: Pride goeth before destruction, they say.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here in the corner. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This was written as an entry for the Drabble Last Author Standing competition. It is unbetad.
Jack’s in London when Ianto phones him, reporting misty ‘spectres’ in Llandaff.
“They’re Turvikons. Harmless. Send—“
“Gwen and Owen are en route. Sir.” The last word’s an afterthought.
Jack’s glad his team coped during his long absence, but dammit, he’s back now. “Turvikons hate water. Spray them."
“Wait!” Ianto snaps.
I’m in command! “Owen, spray them!”
Owen curses. “They’re attacking!”
“Find something with a strong odour!” Ianto shouts. Gwen’s bottle of Panache averts disaster.
Not Turvikons. Mrftvani. Deadly when provoked. If Ianto hadn’t checked the archives... Jack shudders. ‘Pride goeth before destruction’. My pride, but always someone else’s destruction...
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