2 Two Ducks a quaking

Ianto was in the tourist office, leaning on the counter as he looked at a brochure for the Northern Lights. Looked nice, he pondered the expense though. It didn't include…. He looked up as Owen fell into the office, his face flushed and a look of total doom.

Ianto carefully placed his scone he was about to bite into back on the plate with the others he had there in case Jack came snooping about but of course Gwen was in his office doing her, look at my tits' routine ….well, I digress … Ianto was leaning back to watch Owen bluster about the room with what appeared to be … fear? A Weevil chased him here? A Rottweiler perhaps? A part-time lover's husband?

"Owen?"

"It wasn't me!"

"What wasn't you?" Ianto sighed, knowing that when he started a conversation with those words it was never good. Last time he went out to find a four car pile-up and an old man with a rather terse tongue for a senior citizen. Owen was now forbidden from driving his motorbike across the Plaza to the stone, he had to take it down below to the parking level behind the main water feature. Ianto wondered what he had done now.

"I was walking to work and there were these ducklings, one of them couldn't get up the edge of the curb so I lifted it and …." Owen flapped his hand. Ianto blinked slowly as he tried to understand the logistics of Owen helping a duckling.

"And the Mama Duck and Daddy Duck are now slutted at you and chased you all the way here with their four babies in tow!"

"Six"

"Six babies?" Ianto was impressed, walking over to peer out and coo. "Awwwwww!"

"Yeah, but the two big ones are savage!" Owen huffed, then watched Ianto step out to make weird clicking noises in his throat. Then to Owen's amazement he walked down the pier with the ducks all following and he crouched on the concrete with two scones from the plate he had been eating from, crumbling them over the sidewalk and the ducks greedily indulged.

"Careful!" Owen called out, "They are like fucking land piranha… they will get you!"

Ianto watched them waddling about with glee, then rose and brushed off his hands like a magician to show there was no more and he walked confidently back towards the door, Owen clinging to it like he may have to slam it closed to stop the attacking hordes.

Ianto walked around Owen and settled back behind the counter looking thoughtful "Might pay not to come that way for a few days. They have an excellent memory and might attack you again."

"I … scone?"

"Yes, they like scones" Ianto rolled his eyes like Owen had asked if they could swim or something.

"They like you!"

"I don't steal babies!"

"Neither do I!" Owen wailed, "Stop blaming me!"

Ianto watched Owen stomp off downstairs with quiet amusement, then watched the monitor, turning the CCTV camera slightly to watch the little ones sail though the air into the water as their Mama called them in and the smallest one who was left hesitating was simply kicked in by its Daddy.

"I shall call you ... Owen" Ianto said with glee, watching them depart.

He made a mental note to get scones again tomorrow morning.

After all.

They do remember.