Torchwood: Fanfic: Homewecker

[m_findlow]

Title: Homewrecker
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 363 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, gimme that back" at fic_promptly
Summary: Rhys is having troubles with his newest flatmate

Rhys delivered a furious and determined stare.

'Gimme that back,' he ordered. His counterpart just stared straight back at him and squeaked cheerily. It had absolutely no intention complying with the request.

'I said, gimme that back,' Rhys growled, faxe going red as he struggled to keep his composure.

It purred at him and hugged the object close, its long mauve tail curling behind it, big ears twitching. At only two feet tall, the creature which looked like a cross between a kitten and a monkey, was bordering on the cutest thing he'd ever seen. It was now however thoroughly testing his patience. Cute would only get you so far.

'This is the last time I let Gwen bring home anything that's come through the rift,' he said to himself. The creature squeaked back at him, purring and gurgling as it clutched its prize.

'Oh yes, all very well and good for you coming into my nice cosy house and taking whatever you please. Haven't taken any of Gwen's things though, have you? Thieving little bugger.'

'Squeak, squeak,' it replied.

'Right, give it here,' Rhys ordered, reaching out, as the tiny creature pulled away, scampering off the bench top, across of the living room and under the desk.

'Wretched bloody creature. You can stay with Jack and Ianto next time,' he said kneeling down to try and get at it. 'See how they like it.'

Gwen walked in and heard Rhys' voice. 'Who are you talking to?'

'Who'd you think? Just the thing that's going to eat us out of house and home.'

As soon as his attention was diverted, it scurried out from its hiding hole and zipped across the room until it was tucked between Gwen's legs. She scooped it up and gave it a cuddle, cooing happily at it.

'Good, you've got it,' Rhys said, marching over. It began trembling in her arms as he approached.

Gwen looked at the poor little creature. 'It's a banana Rhys,' she scolded, 'not the end of the world.'

'Easy for you to say. He ate my bacon butty and the last piece of chocolate cake. He's not having the banana as well.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Awww, poor Rhys! He gets cranky when he's hungry! D'you think the cute critter might be persuaded to share?