The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted



Summary: A collection of drabbles, mostly based on the weekly prompts at tw100. Mostly Jack/Ianto as that's what I write, but no doubt other Torchwood characters will pop in from time to time. All genres are possible, but expect mainly humour and fluff, because that's usually what comes out when I write. All are 100 words exactly in Word, but apparently not here!
Rating: Teen
Categories: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Lisa Hallett, Martha Jones, Myfanwy, Other Character(s), Owen Harper, PC Andy Davidson, Rhiannon Davies, Rhys Williams
Genres: Mixed
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2012.09.23
Updated: 2021.12.05


The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted
Chapter 746: Singing The Blues
Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 343: Blue at tw100.

Summary: Owen is right; Weevils do have telepathic connections with each other.

Spoilers: Combat.

Two versions again, the official drabble and a 150 word extended version.

Drabble version

Janet threw back her head, wailing a song of sorrow and suffering. She felt everything the other felt; its desperation to escape, its fear and its rage, but most of all she felt its agony.

It was dying slowly, brutalised by the strange beings of this world, so far from its own home. Caged as she was, she couldn’t help it, but she could share the burden of its pain.

“What can you feel? What do you know?”

Looking into blue eyes, she wished she could communicate with the man.

‘I know your people are hurting mine, and I grieve.’


The End



Extended version

“What d’you think it’s doing?” one asked quietly.

“I think it’s weeping.”

Janet threw back her head and wailed, a song of sorrow, loss and suffering. She felt everything the other felt, experienced each blow that was struck as if it were landing on her own body. She felt the other’s desperation to escape, felt its fear and its rage, but most of all she felt its agony.

It was dying slowly, inch by inch, brutalised by the strange beings of this world, so far from its own home. Caged as she was, she could not reach the other to help it, but she could ease the pain it felt by sharing it.

“What can you feel? What do you know?”

Looking into blue eyes, she wished she could share what she was feeling with these people, make them understand.

‘I know your people are hurting mine, and I grieve.’


The End

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