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.

323. April Fool

Title: April Fool

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Owen

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Owen thinks he's so clever sometimes…

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

A/N: My second drabble for this challenge. At least one more to come.

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I love Janto: He would have given her his jacket if her skirt had blown away, but under the circumstances, giving her the skirt to put back on was more practical. He did shield her fropm other eyes while she put herself straight though.

Probably Ianto, he was being embarrassed for both of them, lol!

Thank ou!

First Date Nerves: They were, but Jack's nerves caused most of the mishaps, lol He tried hard, so Ianto decided the thought Jack put into the date more than made up for the misfortune. They had a great time once they were home and dry though. The memory of their first date will stay with them for a long time.

Thank you!

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Guest: I guess she didn't think a pin would be needed. It was a very strong and sudden gust of wind, lol!

Yes, poor Ianto, such a tragedy having to see a beautiful woman without her skirt!

Jack would watch, but probably not make fun of Tosh. He'd tease Ianto though! Owen would be merciless to both of them.

Thank you!

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Guest: Poor little ferrets, lol! I'm sure they both would have preferred to wake up human together, but the device's safety features won't allow that. They're safer transforming apart, less chance of accidentally hurting each other.

There are times my toes are more of a liability than a help, but fingers are vital.

I don't get to garden as much as I'd like (or as much as I used to). Between the weather and my health, little gets done, it's a jungle out there!

Any luck with Google Chrome?

Thank you!

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"Owen, your flies are undone," said Ianto.

"Haha, Teaboy, pull the other one. I know what day it is, you'll have to work harder than that if you want to fool me," Owen grouched, breezing past him and stalking out of the Tourist Office.

Watching him go, Ianto shrugged.

"Suit yourself," he muttered to Owen's retreating back. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

Up on the Plas, Owen sauntered up to a group of young women.

"Lovely day, ladies," he greeted.

They sniggered.

"Aren't you a little drafty?"

He looked down.

"Shit!"

Of all the days to go commando…

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The End