Challenge 792 - Only a mother could love
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Title: Only a mother could love
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 792 - Protect at
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Summary: Owen is on the receiving end of a determined mother. A double drabble.
'Stupid bird,' Owen grumbled, parked on the edge of his own examination table whilst Jack did, in Owen's opinion, a butcher's job of stitching up his hand. Still, having Jack play medic was still an improvement on any of the others. At least Jack didn't squirm at sewing someone up. He was probably enjoying it, the rotten git.
'It's not her fault.'
Owen snorted, watching what Jack was doing so it wouldn't leave a scar. 'Now you sound like Ianto.'
'She was protecting her egg. It's natural motherly instincts.'
Owen rolled his eyes at the description of their pet dinosaur. 'It wasn't even a real egg!' A petrified stone she'd found on one of her nightly wanderings that she'd brought back and adopted, stuffing it inside their rift machine to keep it warm. She hadn't hesitated in biting Owen's hand when he found it and tried to remove it before the damn machine overheated and blew a permanent hole in space and time.
'Try telling Myfanwy that,' Jack replied. 'Even Ianto isn't game to take it away. She'll be gutted when it doesn't hatch but that's our safest course of action.'
'Thank God,' Owen muttered. 'One pterodactyl is quite enough.'
'Stupid bird,' Owen grumbled, parked on the edge of his own examination table whilst Jack did, in Owen's opinion, a butcher's job of stitching up his hand. Still, having Jack play medic was still an improvement on any of the others. At least Jack didn't squirm at sewing someone up. He was probably enjoying it, the rotten git.
'It's not her fault.'
Owen snorted, watching what Jack was doing so it wouldn't leave a scar. 'Now you sound like Ianto.'
'She was protecting her egg. It's natural motherly instincts.'
Owen rolled his eyes at the description of their pet dinosaur. 'It wasn't even a real egg!' A petrified stone she'd found on one of her nightly wanderings that she'd brought back and adopted, stuffing it inside their rift machine to keep it warm. She hadn't hesitated in biting Owen's hand when he found it and tried to remove it before the damn machine overheated and blew a permanent hole in space and time.
'Try telling Myfanwy that,' Jack replied. 'Even Ianto isn't game to take it away. She'll be gutted when it doesn't hatch but that's our safest course of action.'
'Thank God,' Owen muttered. 'One pterodactyl is quite enough.'
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