Challenge 874 - Dangerous mood
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m_findlowTitle: Dangerous mood
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 874 - Mad at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is caught in the crosshairs of Jack's temper. A triple drabble.
Ianto found Owen in the toilets, not hiding but just washing his hands. Considering he'd very nearly blown up half of Splott after ignoring orders to leave the machine alone and not get within spitting distance of it, it was lucky he still had hands. Of course, the fact that Owen had also saved three other people from losing more than their hands wasn't counting for much at the moment.
‘I just ran into Jack,’ he said, almost wishing he hadn't. Jack was in a mood and when that happened no one was safe, not even the innocent. ‘Fair warning, he's pretty mad.’
‘Exactly how mad?’ Owen asked, more out of curiosity.
‘I've changed the security code on the armoury doors and not told him. I've also swapped out the bullets in his webley for blanks.’
Owen's face paled. ‘Oh.’
‘Yes,’ Ianto replied, his expression stern, if not a little sympathetic. ‘That mad. If I were you I'd call in sick for the next few days, carry a fake passport and hide out in Portugal until it blows over. I can't guarantee that even without access to weapons he's not capable of killing you with his bare hands. In fact, it's such a safe bet I wouldn't even put money on it.’
‘You're a real bundle of joy today, you know that?’
Ianto shrugged. ‘Just telling you how it is. I like you. I'd prefer if Jack didn't kill you. Plus we're going to start running out of space for all the bodies down in the morgue. Not to mention the paperwork would be a nightmare.’
Owen gave a fake cough. ‘You know what? I think I am coming down with something. Might need to take a few days off and rest.’
Ianto nodded. ‘You're the doctor. You'd know best.’
Ianto found Owen in the toilets, not hiding but just washing his hands. Considering he'd very nearly blown up half of Splott after ignoring orders to leave the machine alone and not get within spitting distance of it, it was lucky he still had hands. Of course, the fact that Owen had also saved three other people from losing more than their hands wasn't counting for much at the moment.
‘I just ran into Jack,’ he said, almost wishing he hadn't. Jack was in a mood and when that happened no one was safe, not even the innocent. ‘Fair warning, he's pretty mad.’
‘Exactly how mad?’ Owen asked, more out of curiosity.
‘I've changed the security code on the armoury doors and not told him. I've also swapped out the bullets in his webley for blanks.’
Owen's face paled. ‘Oh.’
‘Yes,’ Ianto replied, his expression stern, if not a little sympathetic. ‘That mad. If I were you I'd call in sick for the next few days, carry a fake passport and hide out in Portugal until it blows over. I can't guarantee that even without access to weapons he's not capable of killing you with his bare hands. In fact, it's such a safe bet I wouldn't even put money on it.’
‘You're a real bundle of joy today, you know that?’
Ianto shrugged. ‘Just telling you how it is. I like you. I'd prefer if Jack didn't kill you. Plus we're going to start running out of space for all the bodies down in the morgue. Not to mention the paperwork would be a nightmare.’
Owen gave a fake cough. ‘You know what? I think I am coming down with something. Might need to take a few days off and rest.’
Ianto nodded. ‘You're the doctor. You'd know best.’
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Date: 2025-07-21 09:23 am (UTC)