Challenge 805 - A game of mousetrap
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m_findlowTitle: A game of mousetrap
Character: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 805 - Mouse at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen has a plan to deal with their rodent problem. A double drabble.
‘Not sure this is going to work,’ Ianto said, peering sceptically at the setup Owen had created.
‘Just shut up and hand me the next one,’ Owen snarked.
Ianto reluctantly held out the mousetrap. ‘This is the last one, you know. I’m surprised at how many we had in storage,’ he added, having rustled up eighty four of them from just six storage units.
‘Yeah, well, you know how Jack gets about critters scurrying around the hub.’
Ianto nodded. There was still a bullet hole and several cracked tiles in the communal bathrooms where Jack had mistaken a ball of hair for something living. ‘Probably best if he doesn’t find out one of your lab rats escaped.’
‘Why do you think we’re doing this then? For fun?’ Owen prised open the spring on the last trap and set it down half an inch from the next one, forming a neat twelve by seven grid of them across the hallway. ‘It won’t get away,’ he promised. ‘Look, there he is!’
The rat wandered closer, smelling the cheese from the front row of traps. It set one off and they all erupted, but the rat itself escaped.
‘Bugger,’ Owen muttered.
‘Told you.’
‘Not sure this is going to work,’ Ianto said, peering sceptically at the setup Owen had created.
‘Just shut up and hand me the next one,’ Owen snarked.
Ianto reluctantly held out the mousetrap. ‘This is the last one, you know. I’m surprised at how many we had in storage,’ he added, having rustled up eighty four of them from just six storage units.
‘Yeah, well, you know how Jack gets about critters scurrying around the hub.’
Ianto nodded. There was still a bullet hole and several cracked tiles in the communal bathrooms where Jack had mistaken a ball of hair for something living. ‘Probably best if he doesn’t find out one of your lab rats escaped.’
‘Why do you think we’re doing this then? For fun?’ Owen prised open the spring on the last trap and set it down half an inch from the next one, forming a neat twelve by seven grid of them across the hallway. ‘It won’t get away,’ he promised. ‘Look, there he is!’
The rat wandered closer, smelling the cheese from the front row of traps. It set one off and they all erupted, but the rat itself escaped.
‘Bugger,’ Owen muttered.
‘Told you.’
