Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy, Dizzy.
Written For: Challenge 536: Stupid at tw100.
Summary: Dizzy has got into a bit of a predicament.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Well that was a bit stupid, wasn’t it?” Ianto said mildly, studying the situation, arms folded over his chest and a stern expression on his face.
The only response was a mournful, if slightly muffled, hum from Dizzy, and an exasperated one from Nosy.
“I hate to say this, Nosy, but sometimes I don’t think your offspring is very bright.”
Nosy hummed resigned agreement.
“Jack! I think I could use another pair of hands here.”
“What’s up?” Jack appeared from his office.
“It’s more a case of what’s down,” Ianto replied. “You know I’m waiting for that replacement grille to be delivered?” The old one had been eaten away by a combination of rust and acidic alien spit. At Jack’s nod, Ianto continued, “Well, Dizzy somehow managed to move the board I put over the hole and decided to go exploring. Now it’s stuck in the drain.”
Jack came to stand beside Ianto and Nosy, looking down through a drainage grille at the sheepish Flufflet. “I swear, Dizzy’s fascination with pipes and tubes is going to be the death of it,” he sighed.
“Tell me about it. I think we’re going to need screwdrivers, a crowbar… and another replacement grille.”