FIC: Torchwood: Rogue's Gallery
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fajrdrako_ficPrompt #240: Discuss an individual who scared you
Title: Rogue's Gallery
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Fandom: Torchwood
Character: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness
Challenge:theatrical_muse: Prompt #240: - Discuss an individual who scared you
Rating: G
Words: 308
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Cross-posted to torchwoodgwen and theatrical_muse.
Rogue's Gallery
Gwen sat on Jack's desk, as she liked to do after a long day. "Of all the people you've ever met, who frightens you most?"
He thought. "The Master."
"Master of what?"
"Nothing, any more." He grinned. "Not since his cremation."
"So why'd he scare you?"
"Because... he made someone I admire love him. I couldn't stop him. Couldn't do anything about it." He shrugged. "It's history now, but it gives me cold sweats to remember. What about you? Who do you fear most?"
"Ianto. If I annoy him, he might withhold coffee."
"Point."
"Did I hear my name?" Ianto came in with the striped mug, and put it on Jack's desk.
"We were just saying how terrifying you are."
Ianto smiled modestly. "I do my best."
Jack sipped. "Of everyone we've come across, who has scared you most?"
"Grey, because he came closest to hurting you."
"Mmm. Who else?"
"Bilis, because he disappeared. And we never understood why he did what he did."
"And?"
"Beth, because she proved that anyone can be a Sleeper. Anyone - however innocent they seem. Man, woman, child... alien. Anyone."
"Even you," murmured Gwen.
"Even me," agreed Ianto, with a smile. "Then there was the Ghostmaker, because I never understood how he could take souls and use them. And Carys - using sex to kill."
"What about Death?" asked Jack.
Ianto shrugged. "Not so much, any more. Owen defeated him. He seems a little sad, really. Gwen?"
"I can give Death a run for his money," said Gwen. "I've escaped Death often enough. What I'm afraid of? The Rift. It's so big, so impersonal, some sort of angry god who can disrupt our lives on a whim and won't listen to reason."
"Just like the man who reads the evening weather report," agreed Ianto.
Title: Rogue's Gallery
Author:
fajrdrakoFandom: Torchwood
Character: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness
Challenge:
theatrical_muse: Prompt #240: - Discuss an individual who scared youRating: G
Words: 308
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Cross-posted to torchwoodgwen and theatrical_muse.
Rogue's Gallery
Gwen sat on Jack's desk, as she liked to do after a long day. "Of all the people you've ever met, who frightens you most?"
He thought. "The Master."
"Master of what?"
"Nothing, any more." He grinned. "Not since his cremation."
"So why'd he scare you?"
"Because... he made someone I admire love him. I couldn't stop him. Couldn't do anything about it." He shrugged. "It's history now, but it gives me cold sweats to remember. What about you? Who do you fear most?"
"Ianto. If I annoy him, he might withhold coffee."
"Point."
"Did I hear my name?" Ianto came in with the striped mug, and put it on Jack's desk.
"We were just saying how terrifying you are."
Ianto smiled modestly. "I do my best."
Jack sipped. "Of everyone we've come across, who has scared you most?"
"Grey, because he came closest to hurting you."
"Mmm. Who else?"
"Bilis, because he disappeared. And we never understood why he did what he did."
"And?"
"Beth, because she proved that anyone can be a Sleeper. Anyone - however innocent they seem. Man, woman, child... alien. Anyone."
"Even you," murmured Gwen.
"Even me," agreed Ianto, with a smile. "Then there was the Ghostmaker, because I never understood how he could take souls and use them. And Carys - using sex to kill."
"What about Death?" asked Jack.
Ianto shrugged. "Not so much, any more. Owen defeated him. He seems a little sad, really. Gwen?"
"I can give Death a run for his money," said Gwen. "I've escaped Death often enough. What I'm afraid of? The Rift. It's so big, so impersonal, some sort of angry god who can disrupt our lives on a whim and won't listen to reason."
"Just like the man who reads the evening weather report," agreed Ianto.