Challenge 886 - Plan of action
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m_findlowTitle: Plan of action
Character: Owen, Ianto, Myfanwy
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 886 - Bite at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen has come prepared this time. A double drabble.
Owen fixed his patient with one of his serious doctor looks. Today he wasn't going to take any nonsense from anyone. ‘You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,’ he warned. ‘No funny business.’
Myfanwy cocked her long face at him as if to say “who me?” Owen didn't get sucked in by that innocent expression for even a second. Last time they'd been here, she'd taken umbrage at everything he did, ending up biting his hand, which had hurt a lot more than he expected it to. Worst, he’d had to put up with Jack providing him, their doctor, with first aid, including a few amateurish stitches in his right hand.
Today Owen came armed with thick gloves that would prevent a repeat.
Instead of going for his hand again, she ducked and weaved, pecking at his back.
‘Oi, gerrof!’
‘Owen!’ Ianto called down. ‘Did you remember the chocolate this time?’
‘It's in my back pocket!’
‘Why would you put it in there? It's going to be melty and she'll be able to smell it.’
Owen quickly grabbed it and flung it far away. Biting hands were bad enough. He didn't want to be bitten in the butt.
Owen fixed his patient with one of his serious doctor looks. Today he wasn't going to take any nonsense from anyone. ‘You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,’ he warned. ‘No funny business.’
Myfanwy cocked her long face at him as if to say “who me?” Owen didn't get sucked in by that innocent expression for even a second. Last time they'd been here, she'd taken umbrage at everything he did, ending up biting his hand, which had hurt a lot more than he expected it to. Worst, he’d had to put up with Jack providing him, their doctor, with first aid, including a few amateurish stitches in his right hand.
Today Owen came armed with thick gloves that would prevent a repeat.
Instead of going for his hand again, she ducked and weaved, pecking at his back.
‘Oi, gerrof!’
‘Owen!’ Ianto called down. ‘Did you remember the chocolate this time?’
‘It's in my back pocket!’
‘Why would you put it in there? It's going to be melty and she'll be able to smell it.’
Owen quickly grabbed it and flung it far away. Biting hands were bad enough. He didn't want to be bitten in the butt.
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Date: 2025-10-12 09:20 am (UTC)