Double Drabble: Irritation
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badly_knittedTitle: Irritation
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 903: Rash, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The latest arrival through the Rift is a gift that keeps on giving…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Don’t scratch!” Ianto told Owen, who was clawing at his arm again through his shirt sleeve.
“I can’t help it! It fuckin’ itches like crazy!”
“I know!” Ianto ground out between clenched teeth, doing his best to endure the relentless irritation and concentrate on driving. It felt like there were hordes of tiny ants with fluffy feet scuttling all over him, but he knew better than to scratch. So did Owen, but that wasn’t stopping him. “You’re only making it worse!”
“That’s what you think!” The scratching and rubbing served to soothe Owen’s itching for a few blissful moments before it started up again. “How is it not driving you mad?”
“I’m distracting myself!” Ianto silently cursed the red light they were stopped at. The Millennium Centre carpark was only a few streets away, then they’d be in the Hub, and Owen, if he could concentrate for more than five seconds, could perhaps figure out an antidote for whatever was causing this infernal rash.
The light turned green, and Ianto manoeuvred the SUV through the traffic. Bloody Rift retrievals! Whatever that thing in the back was, it seemed he and Owen were both allergic to it. Or it had fleas.
The End
“I can’t help it! It fuckin’ itches like crazy!”
“I know!” Ianto ground out between clenched teeth, doing his best to endure the relentless irritation and concentrate on driving. It felt like there were hordes of tiny ants with fluffy feet scuttling all over him, but he knew better than to scratch. So did Owen, but that wasn’t stopping him. “You’re only making it worse!”
“That’s what you think!” The scratching and rubbing served to soothe Owen’s itching for a few blissful moments before it started up again. “How is it not driving you mad?”
“I’m distracting myself!” Ianto silently cursed the red light they were stopped at. The Millennium Centre carpark was only a few streets away, then they’d be in the Hub, and Owen, if he could concentrate for more than five seconds, could perhaps figure out an antidote for whatever was causing this infernal rash.
The light turned green, and Ianto manoeuvred the SUV through the traffic. Bloody Rift retrievals! Whatever that thing in the back was, it seemed he and Owen were both allergic to it. Or it had fleas.
The End
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Date: 2026-02-07 09:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-02-07 10:27 pm (UTC)Thank you!