Characters: Ianto, Owen, Tosh, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 522: Read at tw100.
Summary: Owen’s latest report makes for interesting, if slightly alarming, reading.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
One of Ianto’s self-imposed tasks was to read through the team’s reports, checking for legibility, mistakes and in Jack’s case, flights of fancy. Torchwood’s leader had quite an imagination, though Ianto suspected a lot of the extra details his lover added were meant to amuse and entertain him. They certainly made a boring job more fun.
Owen’s reports were usually characterised by abysmal handwriting, which seemed to be a medical tradition, but the medic had added an extra something to this one.
‘The vial contains a granular powder, yellowish in colour. Examination of a sample under the electron microscope indicates it’s natural rather than manmade, and possibly a type of pollen, although it doesn’t match anything in the databases.
It smells faintly of honey, the really good kind, not the cheap mass produced stuff you get in the supermarket.
Tosh looks amazing. Her hair’s all shiny and I think that’s a new top. I don’t remember seeing it before; it’s tighter than she usually wears. Those jeans are tight too, snug. I wish I was those jeans. I want to peel them off her and just lick her all over…’
“Jack? That stuff Owen found… I think it’s sex pollen!”