Written for biancaruth, for leaving the 100th review on my drabble collection at ff.net. She wanted something with Rhys learning about Torchwood....
I'm offering a drabble to the first person to leave a review on my drabbles here, lol!
Summary: Rhys finds out about the peculiar hazards of working for Torchwood.
“Nothing to worry about,” Ianto said cheerfully.
Rhys stared at Gwen in stunned disbelief.
“Happens a lot, does it?” He sounded a bit dazed.
“This exactly? Not to my knowledge. But similar things? All the time.”
Rhys kept staring.
“Could be worse,” Ianto attempted to reassure the stricken man. “Jack was a rabbit for almost two weeks, and Owen… Well, let’s just say orange really doesn’t suit him. Gwen’s fine, just a little shorter than usual.”
“A little? She’s five inches tall!”
“Tosh will fix it. On the bright side, her clothes shrunk with her.”
Rhys sat down.
“Bloody Torchwood.”
The End
Rhys stared at Gwen in stunned disbelief.
“Happens a lot, does it?” He sounded a bit dazed.
“This exactly? Not to my knowledge. But similar things? All the time.”
Rhys kept staring.
“Could be worse,” Ianto attempted to reassure the stricken man. “Jack was a rabbit for almost two weeks, and Owen… Well, let’s just say orange really doesn’t suit him. Gwen’s fine, just a little shorter than usual.”
“A little? She’s five inches tall!”
“Tosh will fix it. On the bright side, her clothes shrunk with her.”
Rhys sat down.
“Bloody Torchwood.”
The End