Drabble: Ear, Ear
Jun. 19th, 2014 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Title: Ear, Ear
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen really shouldn’t play with dead things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Prompt at the end. This is what happens when I try writing drabbles late at night – my brain slips over to the Twilight Zone. Apologies in advance.
The creature had been D.O.A. and Jack had naturally wanted to know why; the species wasn’t in Torchwood’s database, so presumably this was the first of its kind to fall through the Rift.
Owen hadn’t taken long to determine cause of death; the poor thing simply hadn’t been able to breathe earth’s atmosphere. Instructed to collect data before cremating it, he’d soon grown bored and started mucking about, leading to a rather awkward situation.
The alien’s ear was stuck to Owen’s forehead and wouldn’t come off.
“Why does this shit always happen to me?” he whined.
Ianto just smirked.
“Karma.”
The End
A/N2: Title used was ‘Karma’
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Date: 2014-06-19 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-19 07:29 pm (UTC)I'm a firm believer in Owen having a very grotesque and juvenile sense of humour, as befits someone who never seems to have matured beyond the Medical Student phase. On the other hand, he's now discovered something interesting about the alien's physiology - it's very sticky!
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-19 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-19 07:30 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-19 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-20 08:57 am (UTC)Ianto is going to have a ball until that ear comes off - Owen can't even leave the Hub! Can you imagine him trying to go out on the pull?
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-19 11:34 pm (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2014-06-20 08:59 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-20 09:00 am (UTC)Great drabble.
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Date: 2014-06-20 09:22 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-20 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-20 12:50 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:01 pm (UTC)Working in small groups they were given corpses - people who had donated their bodies to medical science - to train with. And in one class when they were dissecting the bodies to look at the organs of the digestive system, some guy started skipping with the large intestine that they just had removed!
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Date: 2014-06-21 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-20 04:18 pm (UTC)"Did you hear me, Owen? Are you listening to me, Owen?"
Only to Owen!
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Date: 2014-06-20 05:14 pm (UTC)Owen does it to himself. He never seems to learn!
Don't play with the corpses, Owen. They don't like it.
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-21 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-21 08:43 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-21 07:03 pm (UTC)If he wasn't messing around it wouldn't have happened!
I'm not a Treky but this reminds me of an old Star Trek joke:
How many ears has Mr Spock got?
Three - the right ear, the left ear, and the final frontier!
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Date: 2014-06-21 08:15 pm (UTC)Oh yes, anmd Owen somehow never learns - much around with your autopsy subjects and SOMETHING will inevitably happen that you'll wish hadn't.
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-06-27 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-27 09:39 pm (UTC)