Title: Messy
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 833: Roll at
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen has left the autopsy bay in a mess. Again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto stared disconsolately at the mess Owen had made of the autopsy bay, alien blood and… body parts, he supposed, scattered across the metal dissection table, splashes of gore on the tiled walls, and dripping onto the floor. And where was Torchwood’s medic? He’d dropped his report on Jack’s desk half an hour ago, then left. His white coat, covered in slime and other substances, was draped over the banister at the bottom of the stairs, medical implements, encrusted with drying blood, were scattered on the instrument table, and was that a tentacle in the corner?
Sighing, Ianto went to fetch the mop, a bucket of hot, soapy water, and a roll of black binbags. Removing jacket, tie, and waistcoat, he draped them over the back of Tosh’s chair and rolled up his sleeves before donning overalls, wellies, and a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves.
“Ianto, are you… Oooh, kinky!”
Jack had come out of his office, presumably wanting something, but he’d have to wait his turn. Cleaning up the disgusting mess in the autopsy bay would have to take priority over the boss’s needs or desires.
“This is the last time I’m cleaning up after Owen!” Ianto grumbled.
The End