Title: Poor Myf
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Myfanwy
Rating: G
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Myfanwy has a cold.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For jsks's prompt 'Nursing Myfanwy'.
A/N2: It's disappointing to see how few hits 'Nigel's Cardiff Adventure' is getting. What is it about Nosy, George, Velvet and co. that people find more appealing than a lost Garden Dragon? Ah well, at least Nigel's owner likes the story, which is a good thing since I wrote it for her. I guess you can't please everyone!
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I love Janto: So true! Ianto will share a lot of things, but there's a limit to his generosity. Jack is gradually learning that some things will always be off limits! Thank you.
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Myfanwy's sneeze echoed through the Hub.
"Poor old girl," Jack sympathised, "winter really doesn't suit you, does it?"
The Pteranodon croaked feebly.
Ianto struggled into the nest, laden with duvets, and Jack helped him arrange them over their shivering friend.
"Do you think she has a fever?"
"I don't know," Ianto replied, "Owen refuses to take her temperature, he's afraid he'll lose his thermometer."
"Oh. Understandable I guess." Jack winced at the thought. "She seems to like the soup," he added, pouring another cupful down Myfanwy's throat.
"Homemade chicken soup cure's everything."
Myfanwy sighed contentedly. She felt better already!
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The End