Challenge 858 - Kicking up a stink
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m_findlowTitle: Kicking up a stink
Character: Owen, Tosh, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 858 - Breath/Breathe at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is dealing with a smelly customer. A double drabble.
‘I’d recommend breathing through your mouth if I were you,’ Owen said, holding up a disposable face mask over his own as he circled the autopsy table, taking in his first observations before getting down to brass tacks and starting to slice the alien open. ‘It’ll only get worse once I start cutting.’
The alien had taken one of Jack's bullets to its system of four stomachs and just that small entry wound, though fatal, was causing traces of digestive gasses to escape through it.
‘Are you sure it’s safe for you down there?’ Tosh asked, looking worried as she covered her nose just as Owen had suggested.
‘I’ve got proper breathing apparatus if it gets too much,’ he assured her. ‘No need to worry that I'm going to pass out from alien fart gas.’
‘Plus, Owen won’t be autopsying it here,’ Jack added. ‘He’ll be taking it down to one of the isolation labs to do it. Won't you, Owen?’ he said, emphasising that it was an order and not a suggestion. ‘We wouldn't want the rest of the hub to smell. Ianto would have a far more painful death arranged for you.’
Owen rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, Mum.’
‘I’d recommend breathing through your mouth if I were you,’ Owen said, holding up a disposable face mask over his own as he circled the autopsy table, taking in his first observations before getting down to brass tacks and starting to slice the alien open. ‘It’ll only get worse once I start cutting.’
The alien had taken one of Jack's bullets to its system of four stomachs and just that small entry wound, though fatal, was causing traces of digestive gasses to escape through it.
‘Are you sure it’s safe for you down there?’ Tosh asked, looking worried as she covered her nose just as Owen had suggested.
‘I’ve got proper breathing apparatus if it gets too much,’ he assured her. ‘No need to worry that I'm going to pass out from alien fart gas.’
‘Plus, Owen won’t be autopsying it here,’ Jack added. ‘He’ll be taking it down to one of the isolation labs to do it. Won't you, Owen?’ he said, emphasising that it was an order and not a suggestion. ‘We wouldn't want the rest of the hub to smell. Ianto would have a far more painful death arranged for you.’
Owen rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, Mum.’
