Weevils And Aliens And Tech; OH MY!
Weevil - Insect
A weevil is a type of beetle from the Curculionoidea superfamily. They are usually small, less than 6mm, and herbivorous. Over 60,000 species are in several families, mostly in the family Curculionidae.
Okay wrong type of Weevil, our interest lies within that described beneath
Weevils were roughly humanoid in shape and size, but were a bit taller and had flattened faces with many sharp, fang-like teeth. Though faster and stronger than humans, they were not extraordinarily powerful and could be injured with electricity, brute force or by Torchwood's anti-Weevil spray. Due to its frequent use, Weevils began to develop a resistance to the spray.
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We've gotta puker!"
The larger, more pre-digested pieces, tangled with in the weave of the lacing fell in submission as Ianto tapped his foot against the curb. It was perfect, just - perfect. If stepping in discarded Weevil entrails wasn't bad enough, having a young police recruit vomit over his finely polished shoes, just about topped his night. How bloody unprepared were the police force? During his time in Torchwood London, each staff member was given compulsory 'psychic training', also described as 'basic mental training, level 1' which included 'PSI Shielding' as a defence from utilisation of telepathy, so surely providing a sick bag wasn't too much to request for these types of cases?
Grimacing at the clouded streaks staining the neat leather, the young archivist mentally reminded himself to further press the issue with Gwen as she'd retained most of her reliable contacts and often liaised with former team members.
For now, all hopes of making good on Jack's promise of allowing him a later start were abandoned, with the ungodly hour of 4am looming over them. There was little any point returning home, the weevil remains accommodating the boot of the SUV required a thorough chilling prior to Owen's inventive dissection and it was never too early to begin routine reports or indeed a shower now the need arose.
Hey! - Good work back there Ianto." The sudden grasp upon the younger mans shoulder was unexpected, prompting a flinch. "Though it appears we need to delve further to enhance the weevil spray; having witnessed a display of higher level of resilience but - we can save any technical jargon for when Owen calls in. Once back at the hub, you can get cleaned up and I could, perhaps offer some assistance?" The well rehearsed, charismatic smile crept across his features, adding further depth and meaning to his suggestion.
"That shouldn't be necessary sir, I've manage to cope quite well on my own, up until now."
"You sure?"
With a subtle nod Ianto's stoic expression held tight, constructing the perfect mask to shield his inner turmoil. "Should we start heading back then?"
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2 hours earlier
A rhythmic and well spaced vibration of a mobile phone shuffled nosily against the bedside surface, awakening a weary form from a peaceful slumber. Groaning despairingly, Ianto blindly reached across the bed muttering profanities as the tips of his fingers nudged the device a little further out of reach. The blurry vision adding to his bodies reluctance to fully opening his eyes made the caller ID difficult to make out, yet at this hour there was only one man was brave enough to wake him.
"Jack? It's --"
"Ianto?! Grab your suit, we're going hunting!"
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Weevils And Aliens And Tech; OH MY!
FanficWas a sleep in too much to ask for? Well when you're an active team member of Torchwood, it's the little things we often take for granted that are usually forced to take a back seat. On four occasions Jack had promised the young archivist a well ear...
