Another one for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This is what happens when I try writing drabbles late at night – my brain slips over to the Twilight Zone. Apologies in advance.
Summary: Owen really shouldnât play with dead things.
The creature had been D.O.A. and Jack had naturally wanted to know why; the species wasn’t in Torchwood’s database, so presumably this was the first of its kind to fall through the Rift.
Owen hadn’t taken long to determine cause of death; the poor thing simply hadn’t been able to breathe earth’s atmosphere. Instructed to collect data before cremating it, he’d soon grown bored and started mucking about, leading to a rather awkward situation.
The alien’s ear was stuck to Owen’s forehead and wouldn’t come off.
“Why does this shit always happen to me?” he whined.
Ianto just smirked.
“Karma.”
The End
A/N2: Title used was ‘Karma’