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January 2019



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Fic: Calling Dr Harper

Title: Calling Dr Harper
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Owen may not have the world’s best bedside manner, but he knows his job. It’s just a pity that patients are so annoying and uncooperative.
Word Count: 802
Written For: [personal profile] warqueenfuriosa’s prompt ‘Any, Any, "I told you to sit, damn it!", at [community profile] fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.

"I told you to sit, damn it!" Owen glared at Ianto.

“I’m not a bloody dog, Owen!”

“Could’ve fooled me, the way you go panting after Jack.”

“Actually, it’s usually the other way around.”

Owen thought about that for a moment and shrugged, conceding the point. “You’ve got me there.” Then he frowned. “Stop changing the subject!”

“I didn’t.”

“Nitpicker! Sit down and shut up, doctor’s orders. You’re injured, that makes you the patient, so you ‘ave to do as I say. Got it?”

“Fine! If it’ll stop you complaining, I’ll sit.” Ianto paused, looking dubiously at the autopsy table, which doubled as Owen’s treatment table. “Ah, I might need a hand getting up there.”


“You bellowed?” Jack appeared at the railings overlooking the sunken medical bay.

“Yeah, make yourself useful and give your boy toy a leg up so I can examine ‘im.”

Jack didn’t need telling twice; he was down the steps like a shot, helping Ianto up onto the cold metal table.

Ianto’s breath caught as the chill seeped through his trousers. “Okay, I’m sitting. Hurry it up before I freeze my bloody arse off!”



“Enough with the name-calling, you two!” Jack snapped. “Owen, just do your job.”

“Take all the fun out of it, why don’t you?” Owen scowled at Jack before turning his attention to his increasingly impatient patient.

“I don’t know why everyone’s making such a fuss anyway; it’s hardly more than a nip,” Ianto grumbled.

“That Weevil was using your leg as a chew toy,” Owen disagreed, turning back to him with a large pair of scissors in his hand.

“Great, another suit ruined.” Ianto watched mournfully as Owen snipped away at his already shredded trouser leg, slicing it from ankle to knee and leaving it hanging in tatters.

“Better the trousers than your leg.” Owen grabbed swabs and antiseptic, cleaning around the wounds in Ianto’s right calf so he could see what he was dealing with. “Huh. Could’ve been a lot worse. You’re lucky it didn’t rip through any major blood vessels,” he commented as he examined several deep puncture wounds. “You’ll need stitches and a course of antibiotics, just to be on the safe side. You’ll ‘ave to keep off this leg as much as possible for a few days too, give it a chance to start healing.” He sprayed a local anaesthetic over the area, and started stitching before it was fully numbed.

Ianto winced as the needle went in. “Sadist.”

“What d’you expect after makin’ me get out of bed in the middle of the night?”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto sat silent and stoic, leaving the medic to get on with it. Jack hovered beside him, trying not to get in the way, but unwilling to leave.

The numbing agent finally took effect around the time Owen finished the stitching. Ianto barely felt him bandaging his leg.

“There you go; all done.” Owen glanced at Jack, tossing a pack of pills towards him. “Take Teaboy home and make sure he takes one of those every six hours until they’re all gone. Got it?”

Jack nodded. “I think I’m capable of remembering that.”

“And for fuck’s sake let ‘im rest. I don’t want to find out tomorrow that he’s popped a stitch or two because you couldn’t keep your hands off ‘im for a few days.”

“What do you take me for?” Jack asked, sounding hurt and offended at the same time.

“I know what you’re like.”

“You really don’t,” Ianto smirked, letting Jack help him down off the table. “Are we done?”

“Get outta here.” Owen scowled at the pair, watching as Jack swept Ianto off his feet, carrying him up the steps while Ianto yelled to be put down.

“I can walk, you twpsyn!”

“Owen said you should stay off that leg as much as possible.” Jack set him down at the top of the steps, supporting him as he hobbled towards the garage. “Just so you know, I’m driving.”

“No argument from me.”

“That makes a change.”

Their voices faded off into the distance as Owen turned his attention to clearing up, his face relaxing into a relieved smile. He hated getting phone calls in the middle of the night saying one of the team was hurt, dreading the moment he’d find himself fighting a losing battle to save a friend’s life. But he’d dodged that bullet once again; Ianto wasn’t seriously injured, he’d be fine. Silently Owen sent up a little prayer of thanks. The people he worked with could be an annoying bunch, but they were the closest thing to a family he’d got and he’d sooner die than lose any of them. He just wasn’t about to admit that to any of them, he had a reputation as a miserable sod to maintain.

The End


Awwww, Owen, we can't hate him when he truly shows how deep he cares about his friends; unfortunately, we only see his sweet side under a rude attitude and angry mask.
Loved it!
Yep, that's Owen, but the people who know him understand that. If he fussed over them too much it would make them uncomfortable.

Thank you!
I don't know why people hate Owen. You just kind of have to look past the gruff and sarcastic, and there is a very damaged but kind man. I liked this. Thanks for sharing.
Yeah! I love Owen, he's gruff and impatient but he really does care and he's a great doctor.

Thank you!
I just love how Owen hides his true feelings so well, but Ill bet they all know the cares about them.

great fic.
Of course they know, they're smart people, but they also know that Owen prefers not to let his gentler side show.

Thank you!
For all his acerbic ways, Owen is good at his job. He really likes Ianto, but can't help sniping at Jack
He likes Jack too, but Jack is the boss, and Owen likes to push his buttons as much as he enjoys pushing Ianto's. They're all friends, but when someone is hurt, Owen knows the best way to show everything is fine is to turn on the snark.

Thank you!
I´ve always loved Dr. Owen Harper. He´s a wonderful character (and like Ianto and Tosh, he´s very alive for me) and Burn Gorman a very fine actor. The show is very lucky for having an actor like him in this fantastic character.
I agree! I keep Owen and Tosh alive in most of my fics to. There are a few e=whee they're dead so I can explore emotions, but my preference is for all of them to be alive.

Thank you.
And Owen knows how to make his job (and I can´t say the same about another certain member of the team).
Indeed, Owen is very good at what he does.

That certain other member of the team doesn't even have any useful skills =[

Thank you!
I love Owen and Ianto bickering! It is usually a nice mix between sibling rivalry and good friendship :)

And obviously what Owen doesn't know is that Jack is going to fuss over Ianto for days

Nice piece!
Ianto is going to get coddled within an inch of his life. In fact he'll probably get mad at Jack for fussing over him unnecessarily!

I love writing them bickering, because there really is a brotherly vibe there. They get on each other's nerves at times, but they'll defend each other to the bitter end, no matter what.

Thank you!