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.

1548. Misadventure

Title: Misadventure

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy, Dizzy.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 536: Stupid at tw100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Dizzy has got into a bit of a predicament.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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"Well that was a bit stupid, wasn't it?" Ianto said mildly, studying the situation, arms folded over his chest and a stern expression on his face.

The only response was a mournful, if slightly muffled, hum from Dizzy, and an exasperated one from Nosy.

"I hate to say this, Nosy, but sometimes I don't think your offspring is very bright."

Nosy hummed resigned agreement.

"Jack! I think I could use another pair of hands here."

"What's up?" Jack appeared from his office.

"It's more a case of what's down," Ianto replied. "You know I'm waiting for that replacement grille to be delivered?" The old one had been eaten away by a combination of rust and acidic alien spit. At Jack's nod, Ianto continued, "Well, Dizzy somehow managed to move the board I put over the hole and decided to go exploring. Now it's stuck in the drain."

Jack came to stand beside Ianto and Nosy, looking down through a drainage grille at the sheepish Flufflet. "I swear, Dizzy's fascination with pipes and tubes is going to be the death of it," he sighed.

"Tell me about it. I think we're going to need screwdrivers, a crowbar… and another replacement grille."

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The End