Number One With A Silver Bullet [1/?]
Sep. 30th, 2009 05:34 amTitle: Number One With A Silver Bullet
Rating: teen [language and sexual situations]
Characters: Torchwood team, PC Andy, Being Human characters
Spoilers: TW s2/BH s1, inclusive
Advisories: crossover with Being Human
Disclaimer: somebody please stop me, no, seriously...
Summary: Torchwood Three is finally back up to full strength, although its new hires bring... unconventional skillsets.
Notes: Uh, yeah, Muse still running with the werewolves, apparently... No proper idea of the schedule for this yet, but have a drabble for a teaser.
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Arrogant bastards, some of these. Worse than his old mates for thinking they could go about like they owned the place, even so conspicuous a specimen as this fish-bloke. He patted his partner's head to get him to settle. "Look, I don't even care about the stupid car, I just want you to clear off our patch before people start ringing the coppers."
Some fight in Nemo yet, coked to the, erm, gills as he was: "Who do you and your doggie think you are to order me about?"
Mitchell flashed the piscine alien a fanged grin. "We're Torchwood."
Rating: teen [language and sexual situations]
Characters: Torchwood team, PC Andy, Being Human characters
Spoilers: TW s2/BH s1, inclusive
Advisories: crossover with Being Human
Disclaimer: somebody please stop me, no, seriously...
Summary: Torchwood Three is finally back up to full strength, although its new hires bring... unconventional skillsets.
Notes: Uh, yeah, Muse still running with the werewolves, apparently... No proper idea of the schedule for this yet, but have a drabble for a teaser.
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Arrogant bastards, some of these. Worse than his old mates for thinking they could go about like they owned the place, even so conspicuous a specimen as this fish-bloke. He patted his partner's head to get him to settle. "Look, I don't even care about the stupid car, I just want you to clear off our patch before people start ringing the coppers."
Some fight in Nemo yet, coked to the, erm, gills as he was: "Who do you and your doggie think you are to order me about?"
Mitchell flashed the piscine alien a fanged grin. "We're Torchwood."