Double Drabble: Miraculous
Title: Miraculous
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 815: Fiddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after A Day in the Death.
Summary: Owen is annoying Ianto by fiddling with stuff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Don’t fiddle with that!” Ianto snapped, somehow resisting the urge to snatch the object from Owen’s hands. Ever since he became a walking corpse, whenever he was feeling especially bored, Torchwood’s medic had developed a bad habit of wandering into the archives while Ianto was working down there and poking at things.
That might not have been so bad if they’d been identified and certified as harmless, but Ianto was currently sorting and attempting to catalogue a section of mostly unidentified objects. Care needed to be taken when handling them; alien tech could be unpredictable at the best of times, and things that had come through the Rift tended to be even more unstable, often damaged and oversensitive.
Naturally, Ianto took every precaution to protect himself, but Owen seemed to have lost all sense of self-preservation since his zombification. Not that he’d had much to start with, not when it came to messing with things he didn’t understand. Between him, Gwen, and Jack, it was a miracle the world was still in one piece.
“Argh! Fuck!” Owen yelped, dropping the device, and clutching his hand. “That hurt!”
“You don’t feel pain anymore,” Ianto muttered.
Owen blinked. “Fuckin’ hell! I’m alive!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 815: Fiddle at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after A Day in the Death.
Summary: Owen is annoying Ianto by fiddling with stuff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Don’t fiddle with that!” Ianto snapped, somehow resisting the urge to snatch the object from Owen’s hands. Ever since he became a walking corpse, whenever he was feeling especially bored, Torchwood’s medic had developed a bad habit of wandering into the archives while Ianto was working down there and poking at things.
That might not have been so bad if they’d been identified and certified as harmless, but Ianto was currently sorting and attempting to catalogue a section of mostly unidentified objects. Care needed to be taken when handling them; alien tech could be unpredictable at the best of times, and things that had come through the Rift tended to be even more unstable, often damaged and oversensitive.
Naturally, Ianto took every precaution to protect himself, but Owen seemed to have lost all sense of self-preservation since his zombification. Not that he’d had much to start with, not when it came to messing with things he didn’t understand. Between him, Gwen, and Jack, it was a miracle the world was still in one piece.
“Argh! Fuck!” Owen yelped, dropping the device, and clutching his hand. “That hurt!”
“You don’t feel pain anymore,” Ianto muttered.
Owen blinked. “Fuckin’ hell! I’m alive!”
The End