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.

2587. Dead And Disgusting

Title: Dead And Disgusting

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Owen.

Rating: PG-13

Written For: Challenge 796: Mess at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Set after End of Days.

Summary: In Ianto's opinion, the latest subject awaiting Owen's attention is getting a bit overripe.

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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"Owen?"

"What now?" Torchwood's medic scowled up at Ianto, annoyed at being interrupted when he was trying to beat his high score.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing a necropsy on that blobby thing we brought in last night? I'm no doctor, but I'd think it might be a good idea to determine cause of death, just to make certain it wasn't infected with anything contagious."

"I already ran cultures, and nothing showed up," Owen said dismissively. "I've been on my feet for hours, so the rest of it can wait while I take a well-deserved break. It's dead anyway, so it's not like it's going anywhere."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"What're talking about?"

"It's an unknown species so I was going to snap a few photos to go in with the report, but I think it's a bit late for that. Seems to be sort of dissolving and oozing off the table. I'd hate to think how difficult it'll be to scrape off the floor and other surfaces if it's left to congeal."

Before Ianto could finish speaking, Owen was on his feet, leaning over the railing.

"Fucking Hell!"

Ianto smirked. "Have fun cleaning it up."

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The End