Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 525: Lost at tw100.
Summary: Owen and his brilliant ideas…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What do you mean you’ve lost it? How can you possibly lose something that big?” Ianto was horrified; could today possibly get any worse? “You said you had it under surveillance!”
“I did!” Owen protested. “It was laying right there!”
“And then it just vanished from right in front of your eyes before the rest of us could get here?” This time it was Jack asking the question.
“Well, not exactly. Look, you said you didn’t want anyone accidentally catching sight of it, and the park was starting to get a bit busy so I thought maybe if I threw the tarp from the boot over it, that would make it less conspicuous. So I was rummaging around in the back when I remembered that camouflage thing we took off that alien a couple of weeks ago, and I thought if I used that on it, then people could just walk right past and not even know it was there…”
Ianto facepalmed. “Owen, has anyone ever told you you’re an idiot?”
“How was I supposed to know it would get up and walk away? The sedative must’ve worn off!”
“Wonderful! So now there’s an invisible Megatherium wandering around Cardiff.”