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picture_prompt_funTitle: Good Riddance
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Team Torchwood
Length: 200 words
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This immediately came to me when I saw the photo so I had to write it. Self-indulgent humor at the expense of COE (I know it doesn't look the same). You probably need to know TW to fully appreciate this.
“Um...”
“That’s...”
“A sight you don’t see every day.”
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
The Torchwood team stood surveying the scene before them speculatively. It was an incongruous sight, to be sure. Not at all what they’d expected when they’d answered the rift alert.
“That’s not supposed to happen,” Gwen spoke the obvious, not taking her attention away from Thames House, which was currently almost entirely swallowed up by the Earth. A few sheep milled about, looking confused to find a massive building in the middle of their field.
“Maybe it’s a sinkhole,” Tosh suggested. They’d seen that before, and it was indeed a bizarre sight, even if it had a wholly terrestrial cause. No pun intended.
Owen squinted up at it. “Not bloody likely, with those alien ships flying about up there.”
Ianto’s brow furrowed. “Those are birds.”
“Are you sure?” Gwen asked.
“Could be alien birds, I suppose.”
“Regardless, I don’t recall Thames House being in the middle of the Brecon Beacons,” Jack stated his expert opinion.
“Or sinking into the ground steadily,” Tosh added. It was almost gone, and in a few minutes, it would be buried, probably forever.
“Good riddance,” Ianto finally proclaimed. “I never liked that building anyway.”
Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Team Torchwood
Length: 200 words
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This immediately came to me when I saw the photo so I had to write it. Self-indulgent humor at the expense of COE (I know it doesn't look the same). You probably need to know TW to fully appreciate this.
“Um...”
“That’s...”
“A sight you don’t see every day.”
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
The Torchwood team stood surveying the scene before them speculatively. It was an incongruous sight, to be sure. Not at all what they’d expected when they’d answered the rift alert.
“That’s not supposed to happen,” Gwen spoke the obvious, not taking her attention away from Thames House, which was currently almost entirely swallowed up by the Earth. A few sheep milled about, looking confused to find a massive building in the middle of their field.
“Maybe it’s a sinkhole,” Tosh suggested. They’d seen that before, and it was indeed a bizarre sight, even if it had a wholly terrestrial cause. No pun intended.
Owen squinted up at it. “Not bloody likely, with those alien ships flying about up there.”
Ianto’s brow furrowed. “Those are birds.”
“Are you sure?” Gwen asked.
“Could be alien birds, I suppose.”
“Regardless, I don’t recall Thames House being in the middle of the Brecon Beacons,” Jack stated his expert opinion.
“Or sinking into the ground steadily,” Tosh added. It was almost gone, and in a few minutes, it would be buried, probably forever.
“Good riddance,” Ianto finally proclaimed. “I never liked that building anyway.”
