Title: Assisting Owen
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 575: Hold at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen loves hazing the new guy, but Ianto seems to be Owen-proof.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
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sandysan2013: One more time Ianto's dignity goes right out the window, but you try finding a syringe in long grass in the dark, see how well you do ;) Thank you!
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"'Ere, newbie, hold this for me, will ya?" Owen was hazing the new hire again.
Dutifully, Jones made his way into the autopsy bay where Owen was slicing and dicing the corpse of something that had fallen through the Rift just before Jones joined the team. Whatever it was had snuffed it before the team could capture it, possibly hit by a car. Now Owen offered his new teammate the… appendage he was holding up.
Jones scarcely blinked, donning a pair of latex gloves and taking a firm grip, holding what to the uninitiated might have been taken for an arm or a leg but was actually something else entirely, out of the way while Owen made an incision along the creature's underside and began rummaging about inside his subject, pulling out bits and muttering notes into a tape recorder.
"Ianto!" Jack bellowed from up in the Hub.
"Down here, Sir," Jones called back. "Assisting Dr Harper. He needed someone to hold his genitals."
The words were spoken in such a calm, unruffled tone that Owen's head snapped around and he gaped at his assistant.
Jack grinned down at them. "Owen, I had no idea you were so well endowed!"
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The End