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October 2019



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Drabble: Pungent

Title: Pungent
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 477: Strong at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Working for Torchwood sometimes involves some less than glamorous tasks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

Owen and Ianto were in the Beacons, setting a trap for a particularly nasty carnivorous alien.

“Phwoar!” Owen pulled a disgusted face. “That reeks!”

“I know.” Ianto smirked behind his gas mask. “The smell of the bait has to carry to wherever our fugitive has gone to ground, which could be anywhere within about a five mile radius, so it’s got to be strong.”

“That should carry alright,” Owen agreed, holding his nose. He was used to dealing with stinky things, but this was powerful enough to make even his eyes water. “The whole of Wales can probably smell it.”

The End


Great drabble
Thank you!
OK, I'm not even going to ask what's in the bait!
Me neither, I don't want to know!

Thank you!
Fun drabble - but not for Owen. He should have had the sense to ask Ianto for a gas mask too. Maybe Ianto didn't suggest it as payback for OWEN'S CARPING
Could be, or maybe Owen was offered one and scoffed that he wouldn't need it, lol!

Thank you!

Oh dear. Sounds like they drew the short straw getting lumped with that task. I hope there's a nice hot shower with plenty of nice smelling soap at the end of it for them.

For Ianto, definitely. For Owen... depends if he dos his share of the work!

Thank you!