Challenge 907 - Doctor Google
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m_findlowTitle: Doctor Google
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 907 - Wing at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is getting fed up with everyone else thinking they know better. A double drabble.
‘And you’re sure that there’s nothing broken?’
Owen clenched his jaw and wondered why it was that everyone was always more concerned about the welfare of their stupid pet than they ever were his.
‘Because I've been doing a bit of research and they seem to have a very complex bone structure in their wings. You’d only need a small fracture in one of the bones–’
‘Nothing’s broken, Ianto!’ Owen huffed. ‘She’s fine. It’s just a bit of muscle tear at worst.’ Stupid bird, he felt like adding.
‘She hasn’t even attempted flying for days now,’ Ianto said, still banging on about it.
Owen heaved another sigh. ‘Would you attempt a five mile run with a strained calf?’
‘I’ve never attempted a file mile run.’
‘Well, there you go then,’ Owen said, feeling vindicated. ‘Now stop fussing about a bloody dinosaur and go do some real work. And I’d like a coffee.’
‘I just got you one.’
‘Yes, and whilst you were arguing about who knows more about the medical condition of an extinct prehistoric creature, it went cold.’
Ianto snatched up the full mug and tipped it down the medical bay sink. ‘I think your compassion also got strained.’
‘And you’re sure that there’s nothing broken?’
Owen clenched his jaw and wondered why it was that everyone was always more concerned about the welfare of their stupid pet than they ever were his.
‘Because I've been doing a bit of research and they seem to have a very complex bone structure in their wings. You’d only need a small fracture in one of the bones–’
‘Nothing’s broken, Ianto!’ Owen huffed. ‘She’s fine. It’s just a bit of muscle tear at worst.’ Stupid bird, he felt like adding.
‘She hasn’t even attempted flying for days now,’ Ianto said, still banging on about it.
Owen heaved another sigh. ‘Would you attempt a five mile run with a strained calf?’
‘I’ve never attempted a file mile run.’
‘Well, there you go then,’ Owen said, feeling vindicated. ‘Now stop fussing about a bloody dinosaur and go do some real work. And I’d like a coffee.’
‘I just got you one.’
‘Yes, and whilst you were arguing about who knows more about the medical condition of an extinct prehistoric creature, it went cold.’
Ianto snatched up the full mug and tipped it down the medical bay sink. ‘I think your compassion also got strained.’
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Date: 2026-03-08 10:38 am (UTC)