Challenge 894 - Ingrates
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m_findlowTitle: Ingrates
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 894 - Thanks at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Cleaning up now counts as suspicious activity. A double drabble.
‘Oi! What do the pair of you think you’re doing?’
Ianto stepped forward. ‘Nothing to worry about, sir. We’re just cleaning up a crime scene incident that occurred overnight. There was a bit of blood and vomit involved. Didn’t want your lovely store to have that sprayed about all over the frontage.’
The old man scowled at Ianto then took a suspicious look at Owen, long brooms dripping with soap suds. ‘Crime scene? No, bugger that. I know the looks of young blokes like you,’ he said, pointing a gnarled finger at them. ‘You’re hoodlums, that’s what. Cleaning… bah! Come to case my jewellery store so that you can come back tonight and rob the place.’
He grabbed the newspaper in his hand and rolled it up into a weapon, waving it at them, trying to swat at them. Ianto ducked and the newspaper missed him but then the man swatted to the left and clapped Owen on the ear.
‘Sir, really,’ Ianto implored. ‘We’ve got ID.’
‘Go on! Bugger off before I call the police! Thieving little scabs!’
They trudged off, tails between their legs. ‘This is the thanks we get for saving his place from blowfish!’ Owen griped.
‘Oi! What do the pair of you think you’re doing?’
Ianto stepped forward. ‘Nothing to worry about, sir. We’re just cleaning up a crime scene incident that occurred overnight. There was a bit of blood and vomit involved. Didn’t want your lovely store to have that sprayed about all over the frontage.’
The old man scowled at Ianto then took a suspicious look at Owen, long brooms dripping with soap suds. ‘Crime scene? No, bugger that. I know the looks of young blokes like you,’ he said, pointing a gnarled finger at them. ‘You’re hoodlums, that’s what. Cleaning… bah! Come to case my jewellery store so that you can come back tonight and rob the place.’
He grabbed the newspaper in his hand and rolled it up into a weapon, waving it at them, trying to swat at them. Ianto ducked and the newspaper missed him but then the man swatted to the left and clapped Owen on the ear.
‘Sir, really,’ Ianto implored. ‘We’ve got ID.’
‘Go on! Bugger off before I call the police! Thieving little scabs!’
They trudged off, tails between their legs. ‘This is the thanks we get for saving his place from blowfish!’ Owen griped.
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Date: 2025-12-07 10:52 am (UTC)