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Challenge 817 - One in a million
Title: One in a million
Character: Ianto, Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 817 - Herd at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack has gone missing in trying conditions. A double drabble.
‘I always hated those “Where’s Wally?” books,’ Ianto said, staring with an air of despair at the rolling green fields in front of them. ‘There’s got to be at least a hundred cows out in that field.’ How many cows made a herd, he wondered. It felt like there were several dozen herds out there, and only one cow that didn’t belong.
‘That’s what you get for losing Jack in the first place,’ Owen replied, unable to keep the smirk from his face.
‘I didn’t lose him!’ How was he supposed to know the alien object they’d retrieved had caused him to transfer consciousness with a real cow, leaving Ianto with the body of Jack, mindlessly chewing in the passenger seat? Locking him in the car has been the only way to stop him from going out there and eating grass.
‘Cows have small brains,’ Tosh said. ‘The worry is that it’s not enough to house Jack’s full IQ. He might not be able to communicate with us, or even know what’s happened.’
‘Do you have any good news, Tosh?’ Ianto asked, feeling exasperated.
‘Well, physical attraction is a base level instinct. Whichever cow takes an interest is probably Jack.’
‘I always hated those “Where’s Wally?” books,’ Ianto said, staring with an air of despair at the rolling green fields in front of them. ‘There’s got to be at least a hundred cows out in that field.’ How many cows made a herd, he wondered. It felt like there were several dozen herds out there, and only one cow that didn’t belong.
‘That’s what you get for losing Jack in the first place,’ Owen replied, unable to keep the smirk from his face.
‘I didn’t lose him!’ How was he supposed to know the alien object they’d retrieved had caused him to transfer consciousness with a real cow, leaving Ianto with the body of Jack, mindlessly chewing in the passenger seat? Locking him in the car has been the only way to stop him from going out there and eating grass.
‘Cows have small brains,’ Tosh said. ‘The worry is that it’s not enough to house Jack’s full IQ. He might not be able to communicate with us, or even know what’s happened.’
‘Do you have any good news, Tosh?’ Ianto asked, feeling exasperated.
‘Well, physical attraction is a base level instinct. Whichever cow takes an interest is probably Jack.’