Torchwood ficlet: Nemo | Team | G
Title: Nemo
Author: rustydog
Characters: Team
Rating: G
Words: 268
Notes: More fluff, continuing from my drabbles Idle and Blessed and Inevitable Disaster.
The team seemed to take a lot of coffee breaks around the new fishtank lately.
"We've got to keep him," Gwen said. "It's not safe in the bay."
Tosh nodded. "What if some fisherman caught him? He looks like a bushbaby with gills. He'd be on the news in no time."
Owen rolled his eyes. 'We don't need a class pet. We already have Ianto." He shot a mischievous look over the tank.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "I'm not the one who urinates in corners."
"One time, and I was drunk. Jack, we can't keep this thing, can we?"
"Not 'thing' - Nemo," Gwen corrected. "The name was Rhys's idea." She smiled fondly.
"He was okay in the bay before we caught him," Jack reasoned. "Owen, if you can prove to me he's not going to interbreed with the local fauna, you can put him back. The last thing we need is a new kind of supersmart octopus with hands or something." He grinned and held up a finger of exception. "Though in the brothels of Brengoon Three, that'd be entirely welcome."
Owen ignored him and looked at Gwen and Tosh. "It's a wild animal. Basically. It'd be happier in the sea."
"He looks pretty happy exploring your collar right now," Gwen observed.
Owen felt the back of his neck and tried to grab the creature, causing it to dive down his shirt. Coffee break ended when Owen began dancing so frantically that he almost knocked the tank over.
As they walked back to their desks, Tosh whispered to Gwen, "I didn't know Owen was ticklish!"
Gwen snorted.
Author: rustydog
Characters: Team
Rating: G
Words: 268
Notes: More fluff, continuing from my drabbles Idle and Blessed and Inevitable Disaster.
The team seemed to take a lot of coffee breaks around the new fishtank lately.
"We've got to keep him," Gwen said. "It's not safe in the bay."
Tosh nodded. "What if some fisherman caught him? He looks like a bushbaby with gills. He'd be on the news in no time."
Owen rolled his eyes. 'We don't need a class pet. We already have Ianto." He shot a mischievous look over the tank.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "I'm not the one who urinates in corners."
"One time, and I was drunk. Jack, we can't keep this thing, can we?"
"Not 'thing' - Nemo," Gwen corrected. "The name was Rhys's idea." She smiled fondly.
"He was okay in the bay before we caught him," Jack reasoned. "Owen, if you can prove to me he's not going to interbreed with the local fauna, you can put him back. The last thing we need is a new kind of supersmart octopus with hands or something." He grinned and held up a finger of exception. "Though in the brothels of Brengoon Three, that'd be entirely welcome."
Owen ignored him and looked at Gwen and Tosh. "It's a wild animal. Basically. It'd be happier in the sea."
"He looks pretty happy exploring your collar right now," Gwen observed.
Owen felt the back of his neck and tried to grab the creature, causing it to dive down his shirt. Coffee break ended when Owen began dancing so frantically that he almost knocked the tank over.
As they walked back to their desks, Tosh whispered to Gwen, "I didn't know Owen was ticklish!"
Gwen snorted.