Double Drabble: Misplaced Blame
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badly_knittedTitle: Misplaced Blame
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 880: Kick at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: On a Rift retrieval, Owen and Ianto suffer a mishap with the SUV.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Stupid bloody car!” Owen aimed a savage kick at the SUV, but his aim was poor, his foot bouncing harmlessly off one of the tyres.
“Don’t do that,” Ianto said mildly, scrolling through the contacts on his phone for a reliable towing service.
“Why? Worried I’ll scuff the paintwork and give you another job to do?”
Ianto studied the SUV, splattered with mud and other even less pleasant substances. “A few scuff marks would be the least of my problem, but no; trainers are hardly likely to cause any visible damage. I’m more concerned that you might break your toes; this thing’s built like a tank.
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. I just don’t want to be left tracking down what we came out here for by myself, just because you injured yourself and can’t walk.”
“Oh, thanks a lot.”
“The tow truck should be here in half an hour. That’s how much time we have to find what the Rift delivered, so start looking.”
“Fine.” Owen looked like he wanted to give the SUV another kick.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto sighed. “It’s not the car’s fault that you drove it into a ditch. Next time, I’m driving.”
The End
“Don’t do that,” Ianto said mildly, scrolling through the contacts on his phone for a reliable towing service.
“Why? Worried I’ll scuff the paintwork and give you another job to do?”
Ianto studied the SUV, splattered with mud and other even less pleasant substances. “A few scuff marks would be the least of my problem, but no; trainers are hardly likely to cause any visible damage. I’m more concerned that you might break your toes; this thing’s built like a tank.
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t. I just don’t want to be left tracking down what we came out here for by myself, just because you injured yourself and can’t walk.”
“Oh, thanks a lot.”
“The tow truck should be here in half an hour. That’s how much time we have to find what the Rift delivered, so start looking.”
“Fine.” Owen looked like he wanted to give the SUV another kick.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto sighed. “It’s not the car’s fault that you drove it into a ditch. Next time, I’m driving.”
The End
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Date: 2025-08-28 10:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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