Double Drabble: Mystery Ailment
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badly_knittedTitle: Mystery Ailment
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 903: Rash, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is overreacting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Oi!” Owen snapped. “Teaboy! Medical boy, right now. And bring Harkness with you.”
“What? Why? We just had our quarterly medicals last month! Clean bill of health!”
“That was then. This is now. I want you both down in the med bay and stripped to your shorts.”
“Kinky! Never took you for a voyeur, Owen!”
“I’m not!”
“Your secret’s safe with me. Jack!” Ianto turned to yell for his lover.
Jack appeared from his office. “What’s up?”
“Owen wants us down in the med bay with our clothes off.”
“Oooh, what game are we playing?” Jack was already unbuttoning his shirt as he joined the other two.
“I call it diagnosing an unknown medical issue,” Owen snapped.
“Boring.” Jack actually pouted. “I can think of a few games that would be a whole lot more fun.”
“It’s true,” Ianto agreed. “He can. He’s very… innovative.”
“Shut up! I just want to figure out what’s behind the mystery rash you’ve both got! It could be alien in origin, the start of an epidemic.”
“What rash?” Ianto stared at Owen in confusion.
“Little red spots on your hands and arms!”
“That’s not a rash, it’s gloss paint! We’ve been painting our doors.”
The End
“What? Why? We just had our quarterly medicals last month! Clean bill of health!”
“That was then. This is now. I want you both down in the med bay and stripped to your shorts.”
“Kinky! Never took you for a voyeur, Owen!”
“I’m not!”
“Your secret’s safe with me. Jack!” Ianto turned to yell for his lover.
Jack appeared from his office. “What’s up?”
“Owen wants us down in the med bay with our clothes off.”
“Oooh, what game are we playing?” Jack was already unbuttoning his shirt as he joined the other two.
“I call it diagnosing an unknown medical issue,” Owen snapped.
“Boring.” Jack actually pouted. “I can think of a few games that would be a whole lot more fun.”
“It’s true,” Ianto agreed. “He can. He’s very… innovative.”
“Shut up! I just want to figure out what’s behind the mystery rash you’ve both got! It could be alien in origin, the start of an epidemic.”
“What rash?” Ianto stared at Owen in confusion.
“Little red spots on your hands and arms!”
“That’s not a rash, it’s gloss paint! We’ve been painting our doors.”
The End
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Date: 2026-02-10 12:55 am (UTC)