Author's Notes:
For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Fences’

Summary: Small aliens are hard to catch!

Ianto felt like he was tackling an army assault course.

He scrambled through a hole in a hedge, scaled a brick wall, hurdled children’s toys strewn across a lawn, then vaulted a wooden fence, just missing the pond on the other side.

Ducking under a washing line, he could see his quarry disappearing under another fence, but knew he’d never squeeze through the gap; he’d have to go over, which would take longer. Damn it!

Small and agile, the alien kept just ahead of him through the row of backyards. It was winning… until it ran straight into Jack’s net!

The End