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Challenge 743 - Different strokes
Title: Different strokes
Character: Jack, Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 743 - Pet at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Tosh needs something to take her mind off her current problem. A double drabble.
‘You’re doing it again!’ Owen yelled from his desk across to Tosh.
She startled at the chastisement, quickly tucking her hands under her legs on the chair. ‘Sorry! I swear I didn’t even realise!’
Owen rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, well looks like that obsessive compulsive behaviour is going to take a while to wear off. I’m officially registering that alien’s pheromones as being dangerous.’
‘It was just a little petting!’ Tosh argued. ‘Can you blame it for making people want to stroke it?’
‘It was ugly as sin, Tosh,’ Owen said, remembering the hairless creature.
‘Here!’ Jack called out, lofting something through the air, which Owen only just barely caught. He frowned at it. ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ he asked, scowling at the tattered teddy bear.
‘Ianto found it in the archives. Give it to Tosh. At least then she’ll have something to stroke until the pheromones wear off.’
Owen sighed, chucking it at her, where she cradled it in her lap and began subconsciously stroking its threadbare fur. ‘Not sure we should be encouraging that behaviour,’ he said.
‘No one ever died from a bit of heavy petting,’ Jack replied.
Owen snorted. ‘Well, you’d know.’
‘You’re doing it again!’ Owen yelled from his desk across to Tosh.
She startled at the chastisement, quickly tucking her hands under her legs on the chair. ‘Sorry! I swear I didn’t even realise!’
Owen rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah, well looks like that obsessive compulsive behaviour is going to take a while to wear off. I’m officially registering that alien’s pheromones as being dangerous.’
‘It was just a little petting!’ Tosh argued. ‘Can you blame it for making people want to stroke it?’
‘It was ugly as sin, Tosh,’ Owen said, remembering the hairless creature.
‘Here!’ Jack called out, lofting something through the air, which Owen only just barely caught. He frowned at it. ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ he asked, scowling at the tattered teddy bear.
‘Ianto found it in the archives. Give it to Tosh. At least then she’ll have something to stroke until the pheromones wear off.’
Owen sighed, chucking it at her, where she cradled it in her lap and began subconsciously stroking its threadbare fur. ‘Not sure we should be encouraging that behaviour,’ he said.
‘No one ever died from a bit of heavy petting,’ Jack replied.
Owen snorted. ‘Well, you’d know.’