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.

410. Ear, Ear

Title: Ear, Ear

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Owen really shouldn't play with dead things.

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

A/N: Prompt at the end. This is what happens when I try writing drabbles late at night – my brain slips over to the Twilight Zone. Apologies in advance.

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I love Janto: Must be awful being introduced to people you know you're going to betray. You're right though, Ianto does whatever he needs to for the people who mean everything to him. Lisa just isn't capable of appreciating his efforts now.

Ianto will find a way to deal with Suzie.

Thank you!

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The creature had been D.O.A. and Jack had naturally wanted to know why; the species wasn't in Torchwood's database, so presumably this was the first of its kind to fall through the Rift.

Owen hadn't taken long to determine cause of death; the poor thing simply hadn't been able to breathe earth's atmosphere. Instructed to collect data before cremating it, he'd soon grown bored and started mucking about, leading to a rather awkward situation.

The alien's ear was stuck to Owen's forehead and wouldn't come off.

"Why does this shit always happen to me?" he whined.

Ianto just smirked.

"Karma."

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The End

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A/N2: Title used was 'Karma'