Challenge 655 - A small prick

[m_findlow]

Title: A small prick
Character: Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 655 - Needle at tw100
Summary: Ianto is finding less and less reasons to like Owen. A double drabble.


'Don't give me that look, Teaboy,' Owen said, returning the scowl he was receiving from their general support officer.

'What look?' Ianto asked plaintively, reverting back to his usual neutral expression.

'The one that says, don't you dare stick me with that needle, you prick.'

'I would never think in such colourful double entendres,' Ianto promised him.

Owen heaved an eye roll. Everyone hated Owen's check-ups and treatment plans, but some teammates were worse than others, even if they did nothing overt to prevent him from doing his job.

'Jack tells me you were exposed to alien mould spores when you were going through those old books in the archive. Blood poisoning or lung damage is no joke. So,' he began, tapping the side of the syringe to remove any air bubbles, 'you'll be getting three daily shots of this - antibiotic, according to Jack - until we're both satisfied there's no adverse effects from your exposure.'

Ianto sighed and began rolling up his sleeve.

Owen couldn't help but snigger. 'Oh, no. It's not that kind of shot. Jack was very clear on that. You're okay taking it in the arse, right?'

Ianto scowled. 'I take it back. You are a prick.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Jack better provide Ianto with a comfy cushion!