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Quadruple Drabble: High Fliers

Title: High Fliers

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto, Myfanwy & Nosy

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack’s worrying about Nosy again.

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

A/N: This one’s for milady_dragon. Prompt at the end.

A/N2: Also, Happy Birthday aviv_b! Have a quadruple drabble!







Called in to work on his night off, Owen stopped just inside the Hub and rubbed his eyes.



“I must be way drunker than I thought. Could have sworn I just saw Myfanwy fly past with Nosy on her back.”



“You’re not seeing things; I wish you were.” Jack shoved both hands through his hair, leaving it standing on end. “Nosy was napping on Myf when the Rift alarm went off. It startled her, she took off and somehow Nosy managed to hang on, but now she won’t come down. I don’t know what to do! Ianto will kill me.”




OoOoO




Ianto stepped into the Hub from the garage just in time to catch Jack’s last words.



“And why will I be killing you this time?”



Jack’s eyes widened in panic; Owen just pointed.



Ianto looked up, tilted his head to one side and raised an eyebrow.



“Well, that’s certainly not something you see every day,” he commented mildly. “Is this why we were called in?”



“No. There was a Rift alert. This is more of an accidental side effect.” Jack explained what had happened.



“Nosy does like to nap in odd places.”



“It must be a Torchwood thing,” Jack muttered.




OoOoO




After watching the Pteranodon circle the Hub a couple more times with her unlikely passenger, Ianto turned to his team mates.



“Did anyone try to tempt Myf down with chocolate?”



Jack brightened.



“I didn’t think of that!”



“Of course you didn’t.”



Rolling his eyes, Ianto headed for the kitchenette, returning moments later with a bar of Myfanwy’s favourite dark chocolate. Whistling to get her attention, he waved it in the air.



“Come on, old girl. Got your favourite here!” he coaxed.



With an ear-splitting screech, their mascot swooped down, coming in to land a few feet in front of him.




OoOoO




While Ianto fed Myf her treat piece by piece, Jack and Owen hurried to check on Nosy, who hadn’t moved at all.



“Nosy? Are you okay?” Jack sounded frantic with worry.



“You’re safe now, you can get off,” Owen added.



Nosy just lifted its head and glared at them.



Gulping down her last piece of chocolate, Myf turned her head and squawked at Nosy, who hummed back and held on. Before anyone could move, the Pteranodon had launched herself into the air again.



“Ianto, do something!”



“Why? Seems to me that Nosy likes flying. They’ll come down when they’re ready.”



The End



A/N: Prompt was ‘Nosy takes a ride on Myfanwy’


Tags: drabble, fic, fic: g, fluff, humour, ianto jones, jack harkness, myfanwy, nosy-verse, owen harper, torchwood fic
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