Torchwood triple-drabble: About Your Babies...
Title: About Your Babies...
Author: rustydog
Characters: Gwen, Ianto
Rating: G
Words: 300
Notes: A companion piece for Baby Fever. If the Welsh needs correcting, by all means please let me know! :)
"What are we supposed to say?" Ianto fretted. "'Good news, your children definitely weren't stolen by a giant prehistoric bird creature from Cardiff'?"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Just grab a baby and follow my lead."
Gwen had to admit to herself that it was among the more ridiculous situations to have to cover up. When the farm wife answered the door and saw the twins in their arms, she shrieked and clutched at all four of them, infants and adults alike. Her sobs drowned out Gwen's somewhat broken attempts to explain, in Welsh, that the Child Protection Service had no idea how the babies had ended up on the pavement in front of the Millennium Tower, swaddled in-"What's the word for pillowcases?" she asked Ianto.
Ianto took over in perfect Welsh and had more luck. But then, amid sniffles, the mother began sniffing at the babies. Her questioning look when she lifted her head was exactly what Gwen had been hoping to avoid.
"Ah, yes," Ianto continued in Welsh, "you may find that the children have developed a taste for... raw fish."
"We can't explain that, either, mae'n ddrwg gen i," Gwen added. The woman was looking more incredulous by the second.
"It's nothing to do with their babysitter catching food in the bay and regurgitating it for them, we're sure of that!" Ianto said brightly in English, grunting as Gwen kicked him in the calf.
"Iechyd da!" Gwen said, smiling broadly as she pulled Ianto away. "We'll keep our dinosaur inside the next time she wants to lay eggs," she continued under her breath.
Back at the SUV, she took the driver's seat. Ianto acquiesced-
"As long as I don't have to tell Tosh that one of the babies vomited on the instrument panel in the back seat."
Author: rustydog
Characters: Gwen, Ianto
Rating: G
Words: 300
Notes: A companion piece for Baby Fever. If the Welsh needs correcting, by all means please let me know! :)
"What are we supposed to say?" Ianto fretted. "'Good news, your children definitely weren't stolen by a giant prehistoric bird creature from Cardiff'?"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Just grab a baby and follow my lead."
Gwen had to admit to herself that it was among the more ridiculous situations to have to cover up. When the farm wife answered the door and saw the twins in their arms, she shrieked and clutched at all four of them, infants and adults alike. Her sobs drowned out Gwen's somewhat broken attempts to explain, in Welsh, that the Child Protection Service had no idea how the babies had ended up on the pavement in front of the Millennium Tower, swaddled in-"What's the word for pillowcases?" she asked Ianto.
Ianto took over in perfect Welsh and had more luck. But then, amid sniffles, the mother began sniffing at the babies. Her questioning look when she lifted her head was exactly what Gwen had been hoping to avoid.
"Ah, yes," Ianto continued in Welsh, "you may find that the children have developed a taste for... raw fish."
"We can't explain that, either, mae'n ddrwg gen i," Gwen added. The woman was looking more incredulous by the second.
"It's nothing to do with their babysitter catching food in the bay and regurgitating it for them, we're sure of that!" Ianto said brightly in English, grunting as Gwen kicked him in the calf.
"Iechyd da!" Gwen said, smiling broadly as she pulled Ianto away. "We'll keep our dinosaur inside the next time she wants to lay eggs," she continued under her breath.
Back at the SUV, she took the driver's seat. Ianto acquiesced-
"As long as I don't have to tell Tosh that one of the babies vomited on the instrument panel in the back seat."