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Not surprisingly, Owen was the last to arrive, but his voice filled the hub with anger. "You brought me in for a fucking dog? A mutt? It better be an alien or something, or else I'm leaving." He looked over at the furry form on the couch, which he had no idea was his coworker. The dogs ears we perked towards him.
"Far from alien." Gwen giggled. "More like human. Archivist if you ask me."
Owen's brow furrowed in confusion at her statement.
"What do you mean by that?" He demanded.
"Take a good look at him, Owen. The dog I mean. Doesn't he look familiar at all?" Tosh asked, a smile on her thin lips.
Owen glanced at the dog behind him with a scowl. "No. Can I go now?"
"God, Owen! It's Ianto." Gwen said in exasperation. "He's turned into a dog."
Owen looked again to the canine, who was looking up at him with innocent blue eyes. Similar blue eyes. Owen rubbed his forehead and sighed. "How did this even happen? I mean, I assume it was alien tech, but how?"
Jack held up the small device in his hand. "This. We have no clue what it is, and well, we sort of know what it does." He nodded towards Ianto. "Tosh is going to have a look at it. In the meantime, Owen, why don't you examine Ianto. See if his DNA is the same. And there's nothing wrong with him. You know what to do. Gwen…" He faltered as he looked at her. "Go out and get some.. Dog stuff. I guess. Food. Um.. A collar maybe?" He shrugged. He doubted Ianto would run off, but better to be safe than sorry.
Gwen nodded. "Alright. I'll bring back some takeaway too." She said, leaving through the cog door.
Tosh got to work at her desk, the device carefully placed off to the side as she tapped away at her computer. Owen looked grumpily at Jack, then to Ianto. "Come on, you mutt. Tests and such." He rumbled, sauntering down to the autopsy bay. Ianto hopped off the couch and Jack watched in amusement as he strutted down the stairs after Owen.
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"DNA is not the same." Owen's voice rang out as he approached Tosh's desk, where Jack was hanging around her. "Well, everything's the same except for that canine gene. I'd bet everything that the device messes with your genes. Tweaks them or whatnot. There's no way to reverse it unless the device has a human setting." He finished, leaning a hip on Tosh's desk and crossing his arms. Ianto trotted up the stairs, sitting down at the top of them to watch and listen to the other three, ears perked.
Jack bit his lip. "Tosh is running some translation programs now for the inscriptions on it. That may take a while, but it could give us a clue or something at least… And you're probably right about the gene tweaking." Jack gave a deep sigh. "Looks like we have an office pet for now." He glanced over at Ianto as he spoke, giving a wink.
TWTWTW
Ianto had been enjoying this. He liked being able to make Owen frustrated and confused mainly. But it got dull after a while and he missed being human. He knew they others could mostly control what he ate and drank and knowing Owen, it'd probably be some brand name dog food and water. Gods, he was missing coffee already. Not just drinking it, but making it. The methodical process was soothing to him, though was now impossible due to the lack of opposable thumbs. And he could really use something to calm his nerves at the moment.
He'd let Owen finish his tests and tried to understand the incoherent medical things the doctor was up, he just sat there quietly until Owen was finished. Finally, he followed Owen up the stairs in order to hear whatever he reported to the others. He sat at the top of the stairs and stared at the three concerned humans gathered around Tosh's desk. It made sense that it would be a tweak in his DNA and he briefly wondered if that had been the reason for the sudden but brief pain when he'd first transformed. He hoped-no, prayed-that they would figure it out soon.