Double Drabble: Nest-Sitting
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badly_knittedTitle: Nest-Sitting
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto, Myf.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 913: Hatch, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Myfanwy is feeling broody again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Does Myfanwy really expect those to hatch?” Jack asked, looking up towards the Pteranodon’s eyrie.
Ianto stared at his lover. “What’re you asking me for? It’s not like I can ask her, or read her mind.”
Jack shrugged. “Just thought you might have some insight, what with being a were-crow.”
Some statements were so ridiculous, they were beyond even an eyeroll. “I’m a part-time bird, a male one at that, not a prehistoric reptile! I have no idea what goes on in Myf’s brain!”
“No need to snap, I only asked.” Jack spared his lover a curious glance. “Don’t male crows incubate eggs then?”
“Of course they do, both parent birds take turns, but since you’re not likely to lay eggs, I’m not likely to be required to do any nest-sitting, and even if I was, that still wouldn’t mean I know how a Pteranodon thinks. What I DO know is that she’ll brood anything that’s vaguely egg-shaped, or even round. Rugby balls, footballs, melons, rocks, a frozen chicken, a haggis…” Ianto sighed. “I don’t even know where she got that.”
“This is why you didn’t let me hide easter eggs around the Hub, isn’t it?”
“One of the reasons.”
The End
Ianto stared at his lover. “What’re you asking me for? It’s not like I can ask her, or read her mind.”
Jack shrugged. “Just thought you might have some insight, what with being a were-crow.”
Some statements were so ridiculous, they were beyond even an eyeroll. “I’m a part-time bird, a male one at that, not a prehistoric reptile! I have no idea what goes on in Myf’s brain!”
“No need to snap, I only asked.” Jack spared his lover a curious glance. “Don’t male crows incubate eggs then?”
“Of course they do, both parent birds take turns, but since you’re not likely to lay eggs, I’m not likely to be required to do any nest-sitting, and even if I was, that still wouldn’t mean I know how a Pteranodon thinks. What I DO know is that she’ll brood anything that’s vaguely egg-shaped, or even round. Rugby balls, footballs, melons, rocks, a frozen chicken, a haggis…” Ianto sighed. “I don’t even know where she got that.”
“This is why you didn’t let me hide easter eggs around the Hub, isn’t it?”
“One of the reasons.”
The End
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Date: 2026-04-19 11:15 pm (UTC)