Challenge 790 - Hot under the collar
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m_findlowTitle: Hot under the collar
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 790 - Anger at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen's diagnostic skills are off on this occasion. A double drabble.
‘Well, now you’ve really done it,’ Ianto remarked, ducking back down behind the workbench as another wave of flame buffeted it. Thankfully it was built sturdier than it looked or they’d both be crispy by now. The wall in front of them held a scorch mark outline of the bench.
‘I didn't do anything!’ Owen protested, hunched there beside him. The safety alarm was well out of reach, being on the other side of the lab. They could only hope that the smoke alarms were doing the trick of alerting everyone in Torchwood's London research facility that there was a big problem. Just so long as no one sent in the fire brigade to handle it. This was going to need Torchwood expertise, not a fire hose, though one of those might come in handy as well.
‘If being pissed off came on a scale of one to ten, that last attempt to sedate it should be classed as a fifteen.’
‘It's big and green and fluffy. I thought it was running a temperature. How was I to know it was preparing to breathe fire at us!’
‘Do you know how much this new lab cost to build?’
‘Priorities, Ianto!’
‘Well, now you’ve really done it,’ Ianto remarked, ducking back down behind the workbench as another wave of flame buffeted it. Thankfully it was built sturdier than it looked or they’d both be crispy by now. The wall in front of them held a scorch mark outline of the bench.
‘I didn't do anything!’ Owen protested, hunched there beside him. The safety alarm was well out of reach, being on the other side of the lab. They could only hope that the smoke alarms were doing the trick of alerting everyone in Torchwood's London research facility that there was a big problem. Just so long as no one sent in the fire brigade to handle it. This was going to need Torchwood expertise, not a fire hose, though one of those might come in handy as well.
‘If being pissed off came on a scale of one to ten, that last attempt to sedate it should be classed as a fifteen.’
‘It's big and green and fluffy. I thought it was running a temperature. How was I to know it was preparing to breathe fire at us!’
‘Do you know how much this new lab cost to build?’
‘Priorities, Ianto!’
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Date: 2023-12-10 10:53 am (UTC)