Ficlet: Walkies- Follows ‘Not His Job’
Title: Walkies - Follows ‘ Not His Job’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Herman.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is determined not to stop taking Herman the dragon for walks, but can he convince Ianto that it’s okay?
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 214: Attack at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“And exactly where do you think you’re going?” Ianto stepped in front of Jack, blocking his way to the door, frowning disapproval.
“Walkies?” Jack smiled brightly, the picture of innocence. Leaning against Jack’s leg, Herman the dragon wagged his tail.
“Rowr?” he asked hopefully.
Ianto locked eyes with his lover and folded his arms. “What have I said about taking a dragon for a walk in the middle of Cardiff?”
“Um…” Jack thought hard. “Not much. I think I recall you saying something about it not ending well, but you never said I couldn’t.”
Which was unfortunately true; Ianto hadn’t explicitly said ‘no’ a few days earlier when Jack had mentioned taking his new pet out more often.
“I shouldn’t have had to veto it! Common sense should’ve told you why it’s a bad idea to take a supposedly mythological creature for walks in the middle of a city!”
“I don’t!” Jack pouted. “I’m not stupid.”
“Really? I have my doubts about that.”
Jack pouted harder. “If you must know, we go down by the docks. Almost no one goes there late at night. We’ve never seen anyone, just cats and rats. Okay, so there was a drunk guy once, but he thought Herman was a dog. I guess when you’re used to seeing pink elephants, a small orange dragon isn’t a big deal.”
“But what happens if someone DOES see you, takes photos of Herman, and posts them online?”
“Herman’s an energetic young dragon! You can’t keep him cooped up in the Hub all the time; it would be cruel! Look at him! Do you real want to be the one to tell him he can’t go walkies?”
Ianto looked at Herman, noting the collar and leash he was wearing. The dragon wagged his tail again.
“Rowr?”
“You can come with us!” Jack said. “Then you’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.”
“And if I decide there IS cause for concern?”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe Tosh could come up with some kind of camouflage technology.”
Sighing, Ianto nodded. “Fine, we’ll try this, but I’m not promising anything.”
The night was mild, and the walk, despite the deserted docks not being the most picturesque setting, was proving quite pleasant, until they turned a corner and came face-to-face with the biggest, meanest bull Weevil Ianto had ever seen. It snarled.
“Crap. I didn’t bring Weevil spray,” he muttered.
“No need.” Jack unclipped Herman’s leash. “Herman, attack!”
Herman didn’t need telling twice.
“ROWRRRR!” The dragon bounded forward, tail lashing, wings spread to make himself twice his normal size, and snorting streamers of smoke.
The weevil snarled again, thrusting its head forward belligerently, and baring its teeth, readying its own attack.
Herman was unimpressed; he didn’t even slow down, instead roaring again, louder than ever, and breathing out a small gout of flame.
That did it. With an eerie, keening wail, the Weevil turned and fled, darting down the first manhole it came to.
“See?” Jack beamed, patting Herman. “Our very own attack dragon!”
The End
Sequel: ' Hoarding Instinct'
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Herman.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is determined not to stop taking Herman the dragon for walks, but can he convince Ianto that it’s okay?
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 214: Attack at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“And exactly where do you think you’re going?” Ianto stepped in front of Jack, blocking his way to the door, frowning disapproval.
“Walkies?” Jack smiled brightly, the picture of innocence. Leaning against Jack’s leg, Herman the dragon wagged his tail.
“Rowr?” he asked hopefully.
Ianto locked eyes with his lover and folded his arms. “What have I said about taking a dragon for a walk in the middle of Cardiff?”
“Um…” Jack thought hard. “Not much. I think I recall you saying something about it not ending well, but you never said I couldn’t.”
Which was unfortunately true; Ianto hadn’t explicitly said ‘no’ a few days earlier when Jack had mentioned taking his new pet out more often.
“I shouldn’t have had to veto it! Common sense should’ve told you why it’s a bad idea to take a supposedly mythological creature for walks in the middle of a city!”
“I don’t!” Jack pouted. “I’m not stupid.”
“Really? I have my doubts about that.”
Jack pouted harder. “If you must know, we go down by the docks. Almost no one goes there late at night. We’ve never seen anyone, just cats and rats. Okay, so there was a drunk guy once, but he thought Herman was a dog. I guess when you’re used to seeing pink elephants, a small orange dragon isn’t a big deal.”
“But what happens if someone DOES see you, takes photos of Herman, and posts them online?”
“Herman’s an energetic young dragon! You can’t keep him cooped up in the Hub all the time; it would be cruel! Look at him! Do you real want to be the one to tell him he can’t go walkies?”
Ianto looked at Herman, noting the collar and leash he was wearing. The dragon wagged his tail again.
“Rowr?”
“You can come with us!” Jack said. “Then you’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.”
“And if I decide there IS cause for concern?”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe Tosh could come up with some kind of camouflage technology.”
Sighing, Ianto nodded. “Fine, we’ll try this, but I’m not promising anything.”
The night was mild, and the walk, despite the deserted docks not being the most picturesque setting, was proving quite pleasant, until they turned a corner and came face-to-face with the biggest, meanest bull Weevil Ianto had ever seen. It snarled.
“Crap. I didn’t bring Weevil spray,” he muttered.
“No need.” Jack unclipped Herman’s leash. “Herman, attack!”
Herman didn’t need telling twice.
“ROWRRRR!” The dragon bounded forward, tail lashing, wings spread to make himself twice his normal size, and snorting streamers of smoke.
The weevil snarled again, thrusting its head forward belligerently, and baring its teeth, readying its own attack.
Herman was unimpressed; he didn’t even slow down, instead roaring again, louder than ever, and breathing out a small gout of flame.
That did it. With an eerie, keening wail, the Weevil turned and fled, darting down the first manhole it came to.
“See?” Jack beamed, patting Herman. “Our very own attack dragon!”
The End
Sequel: ' Hoarding Instinct'