The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

1150. Don't Ask

Title: Don't Ask

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Owen.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 437: Nothing at tw100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Owen is worried about Ianto.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

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grobbebol: I have no idea, but most towns and cities have at least one ghastly eyesore, so why should Cardiff be any different? Besides, if there WAS one, it's not there anymore ;)

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"It's nothing," Ianto insisted, turning away from Owen, walking stiffly.

"That's hardly nothing, teaboy! Look at you, stiff as a board and walkin' funny. What's the problem? Is it your back? Your ribs? Your hip? You landed pretty hard yesterday when that alien threw you against the wall. Might have a hairline fracture, I should run a scan to be sure."

"I said I'm okay."

"I'm a doctor, you can tell me anything."

"Fine. I'm walking funny because the lace panties I'm wearing chafe. Happy now?"

"I SO didn't need to know that," Owen groaned.

"Serves you right for asking."

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The End