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Title: Somewhere cosy
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Myfanwy, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 809 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted's prompt "Any, any, Huddling place" at fic_promptly
Summary: Myf just wants a little place of her own.

When you're taller than everyone else it's quite hard to be able to hide yourself away when you're having a bad day. Wherever you try to go, people are going to notice you.

She wouldn't say she has a lot of bad days, but there are just times when she wishes she could hide away from the others and be left alone. Sometimes it's on account of minor injuries sustained when she's gone out at night, trying to enjoy what limited freedom Torchwood provides. Other times, it's just a general feeling of malaise that makes her want to curl up and brood, most often when it's terribly cold and the weather outside is too fierce or miserable. Owen says it's something called seasonal affective disorder. Ianto just says she's sad. She doesn't want to be necessarily, but she can't help it.

He's trying really hard today to pull her out of one of her moods, but she really isn't interested. She doesn't want to play, she doesn't want food, and she isn't even interested in the chocolate he's trying to ply her with.

'You can't stay down here, huddled in the kitchen, girl,' he says. 'There's too many things you could hurt yourself on.'

She doesn't care. It's a nice enclosed space, and that's all she really wants. Her nest is too drafty, no matter how she moves the straw about. Everyone else has somewhere they can go. Owen hides down in his autopsy bay, Gwen likes to curl up on the sofa. Tosh hangs out in the hot house, watering the plants when she's mulling over something. Jack and Ianto have that little cubby hole underneath Jack's office.

'Please. Stop being silly and come out of there,' he demands. He reaches in to try and grab her, and that's when she snaps.

'Iesu mawr!' he swears, pulling back his hand.

She doesn't mean to snap at him, but she does feel slightly vindicated by the nasty peck on the back of his hand she's just given him. It says "go away" in no uncertain terms, which he does.

'Ianto, where's my coffee?' she hears Jack yell out.

'You'll have to go without,' Ianto replies, clutching his hand gingerly. 'Unless Myf has mastered the coffee machine that is, and even if she has, I don't think she'll do it.'

She did feel a little bit bad that she'd pecked Ianto, especially since that was the last of him she saw for a good many hours. Perhaps tonight he wouldn't feed her at all. She wasn't hungry this morning or right now, but she suspected that by tonight she would be, and it'd be her own fault for being so stroppy.

Fortunately he did come back, though it was quite late at that point.

'Still feeling down in the dumps?' he asked. 'Bet you're hungry, though. If you want it, you'll, have to come up to get it,' he said, leaving her there as he proceeded up the spiral staircase, ascending from one level to the other, up and up until he'd reached the narrow gangway that lead to her nest. Peckish and slightly chilly, she reluctantly spread her wings and followed him up there.

When she perched herself on the edge of the wide space that was her nest, she spotted straight away that something was different, and it wasn't just the fact that Ianto hadn't left her bucket of fish in the same spot he usually did. No dinner after all, she though glumly. Just a cruel joke to reward her earlier misdemeanor.

'It's in there,' he pointed, indicating further back. She toddled back, hearing him follow quietly behind her. Right at the back, there was a blanket hanging down from the roof. He stepped forward and pulled it across revealing the space beyond. The floor was a bit higher than before, and inside was more blankets and straw, tucked in a large pile.

'I know it gets a bit cold up here, but I was thinking you should have a proper little space to curl up when you're having a rough day. And see,' he said, dropping the long blanket back in place, 'you can hide in there as long as you like and no one can see you. A lot more comfortable than the kitchen, I'm sure you'll agree.'

She pushed the blanket aside with her beak and got her first good poke around. It was much warmer, being as enclosed as it was, with lots more straw she could nestle in. Her own little huddling place. Bless Ianto, she thought, coming over to give him a much gentler nudge with her beak, giving him her seal of approval. It was a shame he couldn't understand her squawks. She really wanted to tell him he was welcome to come and huddle with her any time he liked.

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