Challenge 830 - Bath time
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m_findlowTitle: Bath time
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 830 - Wash at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Life on the streets of Cardiff can be dirty. A double drabble.
Owen squinted at the thing clutched in Jack’s arms. ‘Is that meant to be something?’
Jack rolled his eyes. Of course it is, he said, placing a gentle hand on the top of whatever it was and giving it a stroke. ‘We found this little guy down in the sewers destined to become a snack for the next weevil that came along.’
‘And what is it, exactly?’
‘They’re called Grimbles. Totally harmless, fluffy and curious.’
Owen frowned, it didn’t look too fluffy and cute right now. It was brown and straggly and damp, not to mention it had that stink that most weevils had. Eau de Sewer. Lovely.
‘Obviously you’ll need to give the little guy a wash before checking it over.’
Owen paused for a beat. ‘Me? Why do I have to wash it?’
Jack returned Owen’s frown. ‘Oh? So it’s okay to clean the blood from a wound before stitching it up but it's beneath you to give a poor, traumatised little alien creature a bath? It’s like I don't even know you anymore, Owen Harper.’
There was a dramatic sigh. ‘Fine. I’ll give it a bath, even if it is Ianto’s job.’
‘Don’t forget to use conditioner.’
Owen squinted at the thing clutched in Jack’s arms. ‘Is that meant to be something?’
Jack rolled his eyes. Of course it is, he said, placing a gentle hand on the top of whatever it was and giving it a stroke. ‘We found this little guy down in the sewers destined to become a snack for the next weevil that came along.’
‘And what is it, exactly?’
‘They’re called Grimbles. Totally harmless, fluffy and curious.’
Owen frowned, it didn’t look too fluffy and cute right now. It was brown and straggly and damp, not to mention it had that stink that most weevils had. Eau de Sewer. Lovely.
‘Obviously you’ll need to give the little guy a wash before checking it over.’
Owen paused for a beat. ‘Me? Why do I have to wash it?’
Jack returned Owen’s frown. ‘Oh? So it’s okay to clean the blood from a wound before stitching it up but it's beneath you to give a poor, traumatised little alien creature a bath? It’s like I don't even know you anymore, Owen Harper.’
There was a dramatic sigh. ‘Fine. I’ll give it a bath, even if it is Ianto’s job.’
‘Don’t forget to use conditioner.’
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Date: 2024-09-15 09:04 am (UTC)