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songspinnerTitle: Rarity
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Torchwood, despite wishful thinking.
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summary: The team's out to check after some Rift activity, sometime just after the start of season 2. Just an unusually calm little moment for Torchwood Three. (This is what happens when this writer googled the lighthouse shown in the prompt and actually read the info...dramatic metaphors for lighthouses just refused to come into this one.)
Challenge: horizonssing Day 29: Nash Point Lighthouse
***
"I don't see anything, Jack. Not detecting any...wait. Oh, there it is." Toshiko knelt down in the grass under the lighthouse.
"Careful. If it needs containing, we'll need to let Ianto know so he can get things ready back at the Hub. I'll be right there. What does it look like?"
"Grey metal, purple stripes, no flashing lights or anything, thank goodness. Right next to a little thistle plant. Ouch! Make that a sharp thistle plant."
"Cirsium Tuberosum, I'd assume."
"Sorry, Ianto, what was that?" Jack spoke into his headset.
"Cirsium Tuberosum. The scientific name of the plant. It's a rare one, protected for a few decades now. Probably the only reason anyone other than ships' navigators and guidebook writers pay attention to that lighthouse." Ianto's voice over their headsets had taken on that firm, even quality that he fell into when remembering facts.
"Ianto," Owen cut in. "Are you sure you didn't just swallow one of Tosh's computers one day when we weren't looking?"
"We do run a tourist office, officially, Owen. And unlike some, I take it seriously enough to have read the information I give to those tourists."
"Gentlemen, focus. Let's see..." Jack picked up the little artifact and turned it over in his hands. "Ah, I hate to spoil the suspense, folks, but it's space junk. The Rift has spit out a part of an spacecraft's engine."
"No exciting new toys, then?"
"No, Owen. Sorry to disappoint. Let's just bring it back to the Hub."
"D'you need a bandage, Tosh?" Owen inquired.
"No, thank you. Just a thistle, not an alien with teeth."
"That's about as unusual and rare as that plant this month." Jack muttered wryly.
"Up for some excitement then, Captain Harkness?" Owen inquired with a grin.
"No, thank you." Jack replied, and pushed himself back up off the ground. "If we get back in time, maybe we can go for a pub night..."
They made their way back to the SUV with Owen trying to get a closer look at Toshiko's hand, and the technician swatting his hands away multiple times. "Leave her alone, Owen." Jack pulled out his keys. "It's a native plant, not poisonous, she's fine, and you'd better hope she teams up with you if we do the pub quiz, or you have no chance at all..."
"Oi!"
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Torchwood, despite wishful thinking.
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summary: The team's out to check after some Rift activity, sometime just after the start of season 2. Just an unusually calm little moment for Torchwood Three. (This is what happens when this writer googled the lighthouse shown in the prompt and actually read the info...dramatic metaphors for lighthouses just refused to come into this one.)
Challenge: horizonssing Day 29: Nash Point Lighthouse
***
"I don't see anything, Jack. Not detecting any...wait. Oh, there it is." Toshiko knelt down in the grass under the lighthouse.
"Careful. If it needs containing, we'll need to let Ianto know so he can get things ready back at the Hub. I'll be right there. What does it look like?"
"Grey metal, purple stripes, no flashing lights or anything, thank goodness. Right next to a little thistle plant. Ouch! Make that a sharp thistle plant."
"Cirsium Tuberosum, I'd assume."
"Sorry, Ianto, what was that?" Jack spoke into his headset.
"Cirsium Tuberosum. The scientific name of the plant. It's a rare one, protected for a few decades now. Probably the only reason anyone other than ships' navigators and guidebook writers pay attention to that lighthouse." Ianto's voice over their headsets had taken on that firm, even quality that he fell into when remembering facts.
"Ianto," Owen cut in. "Are you sure you didn't just swallow one of Tosh's computers one day when we weren't looking?"
"We do run a tourist office, officially, Owen. And unlike some, I take it seriously enough to have read the information I give to those tourists."
"Gentlemen, focus. Let's see..." Jack picked up the little artifact and turned it over in his hands. "Ah, I hate to spoil the suspense, folks, but it's space junk. The Rift has spit out a part of an spacecraft's engine."
"No exciting new toys, then?"
"No, Owen. Sorry to disappoint. Let's just bring it back to the Hub."
"D'you need a bandage, Tosh?" Owen inquired.
"No, thank you. Just a thistle, not an alien with teeth."
"That's about as unusual and rare as that plant this month." Jack muttered wryly.
"Up for some excitement then, Captain Harkness?" Owen inquired with a grin.
"No, thank you." Jack replied, and pushed himself back up off the ground. "If we get back in time, maybe we can go for a pub night..."
They made their way back to the SUV with Owen trying to get a closer look at Toshiko's hand, and the technician swatting his hands away multiple times. "Leave her alone, Owen." Jack pulled out his keys. "It's a native plant, not poisonous, she's fine, and you'd better hope she teams up with you if we do the pub quiz, or you have no chance at all..."
"Oi!"
