Challenge 738 - Not a moment to spare
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m_findlowTitle: Not a moment to spare
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 738 - Spare at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is selective as to who he's prepared to make time for. A double drabble.
Owen grunted without even looking up from the pile of notes he’d adem from his recent autopsy. ‘Before you ask, don’t bother,’ he said, knowing exactly who was hoving just over his shoulder. ‘I don’t have a spare moment for whatever ridiculous piece of red tape it is you’re about to tell me I haven't attended to.’ Owen didn't have to look up to sense the eyes rolling at him.
‘You know, I really can’t figure out how you survived working for the NHS,’ Ianto replied. ‘You have absolutely no bedside manner.’
‘I have bedside manner,’ Owen argued, ‘Just not for you and what you consider important.’
‘So, that’d be a no to checking out the strange blue rash on my leg?’
‘Your leg? Is that meant to be a euphemism?’
‘No, it’s not. But since you’re so busy, I guess I'll just have to google it and treat it myself. Torchwood's ageing medical files are so hit and miss sometimes, but I suppose it's better than nothing. If it falls off, I’ll let Jack know how abundantly helpful you were. He happens to like my legs.’ Ianto smirked. ‘All of them.’
Owen huffed. ‘Fine. Drop your pants and sit.’
Owen grunted without even looking up from the pile of notes he’d adem from his recent autopsy. ‘Before you ask, don’t bother,’ he said, knowing exactly who was hoving just over his shoulder. ‘I don’t have a spare moment for whatever ridiculous piece of red tape it is you’re about to tell me I haven't attended to.’ Owen didn't have to look up to sense the eyes rolling at him.
‘You know, I really can’t figure out how you survived working for the NHS,’ Ianto replied. ‘You have absolutely no bedside manner.’
‘I have bedside manner,’ Owen argued, ‘Just not for you and what you consider important.’
‘So, that’d be a no to checking out the strange blue rash on my leg?’
‘Your leg? Is that meant to be a euphemism?’
‘No, it’s not. But since you’re so busy, I guess I'll just have to google it and treat it myself. Torchwood's ageing medical files are so hit and miss sometimes, but I suppose it's better than nothing. If it falls off, I’ll let Jack know how abundantly helpful you were. He happens to like my legs.’ Ianto smirked. ‘All of them.’
Owen huffed. ‘Fine. Drop your pants and sit.’
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Date: 2022-12-11 11:28 pm (UTC)