Double Drabble: Foreign Object
Title: Foreign Object
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Myfanwy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 798: Mouth at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Myfanwy is in need of some medical attention.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Myfanwy had been off her food recently, so with Ianto’s assistance, Owen had sedated her for a health check. Everything seemed fine until he prised her beak open and shone his torch inside.
“Oh, wonderful,” he grumbled.
“Is it her teeth?” Ianto felt like a worried parent; he was fond of the old girl and hated the thought of her suffering.
“No, they’re fine, sharp and pointy, but it looks like she’s got a bone or something wedged in there. No wonder she doesn’t feel like eating. It’s gone deep, and there might be some infection. Hand me the forceps, then open her beak wide. I’ll have to reach right in, see if I can get it out.”
So there they were, Myf sprawled on the straw, Ianto standing to one side holding her beak open, and Owen on his knees, one arm deep inside the Pteranodon’s mouth.
“Can you get it?”
“I think so, just let me…” Twisting sideways, trying to see past his own arm, he gripped the foreign object and pulled, falling on his arse.
Ianto frowned. “What is that?”
“Bloody plastic fork! Guess it wasn’t Jack that swiped my jacket potato and curry sauce last week.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Myfanwy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 798: Mouth at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Myfanwy is in need of some medical attention.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Myfanwy had been off her food recently, so with Ianto’s assistance, Owen had sedated her for a health check. Everything seemed fine until he prised her beak open and shone his torch inside.
“Oh, wonderful,” he grumbled.
“Is it her teeth?” Ianto felt like a worried parent; he was fond of the old girl and hated the thought of her suffering.
“No, they’re fine, sharp and pointy, but it looks like she’s got a bone or something wedged in there. No wonder she doesn’t feel like eating. It’s gone deep, and there might be some infection. Hand me the forceps, then open her beak wide. I’ll have to reach right in, see if I can get it out.”
So there they were, Myf sprawled on the straw, Ianto standing to one side holding her beak open, and Owen on his knees, one arm deep inside the Pteranodon’s mouth.
“Can you get it?”
“I think so, just let me…” Twisting sideways, trying to see past his own arm, he gripped the foreign object and pulled, falling on his arse.
Ianto frowned. “What is that?”
“Bloody plastic fork! Guess it wasn’t Jack that swiped my jacket potato and curry sauce last week.”
The End