Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 674: Speak at tw100.
Summary: As much as he hates having to, Ianto knows when he needs to see Owen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto had been a bit under the weather for a few days. It wasn’t anything serious, just a summer cold, and not bad enough to affect his ability to do his job, so he ignored it and carried on as usual. Such things generally went away on their own, provided he was sensible, so he was taking vitamin C, honey to soothe his scratchy throat, and there were decongestants available if necessary.
He’d thought he was improving, but today something else had cropped up. He didn’t want to, but he decided he’d better see the team medic, just in case he’d picked up some kind of alien virus.
Owen was in the medical bay, so Ianto took a deep breath and marched down there, steeling himself to endure whatever prodding and poking Torchwood’s doctor saw fit to inflict on him.
He tapped Owen on the shoulder, making the medic almost jump out of his skin.
“Jesus, Ianto, you trying to scare me to death? What d’you want?”
Ianto whispered something, too quietly for Owen to catch.
“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto grabbed pen and paper and wrote ‘I can’t speak up, I’ve lost my voice!’