m_findlow

Title: Hand me downs
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for falkner's prompt "Any, any, unexpectedly having to pet-sit for a friend" at fic_promptly
Summary: An uninvited guest takes to borrowing Owen's clothes

'Tosh, have you seen my pair of trainers?' Owen asked.

'I don't know. Where did you leave them?'

'I thought they were in the wardrobe, but maybe I left them in the hall.'

'Did you check the hall?'

'Yeah, they're not there either.'

Tosh was busy replacing the bathroom towels with fresh ones from the linen cupboard. Piling up the bundle of old towels destined for the wash, she carried them to the laundry, nearly tripping over the black Labrador which was lying in there.

'Oh, Buddy!' she scolded. 'Shoo!'

As she loaded the towels into the hamper, she saw what Buddy had in his mouth. Owen's trainer, chewed to bits.

'Bad dog,' she said, pulling it from his mouth. He gave her a sad look and she eyed off the shoe, realising it was beyond saving and gave it back to him.

'I found your trainers, Owen. But you're not going to be happy.'

'Why's that?' he said, appearing in the laundry doorway, seeing it for himself.

'Bloody mangy mutt! Why did we suddenly agreed to pet sit Jack's stupid dog anyway?'

'Because neither of them have had a holiday for two years and Ianto's sister is allergic to dogs.'

'Wretched creature,' he said as Buddy happily chewed what was left of the right shoe.

'That'll teach you not to leave your stuff just lying around,' Tosh said.

'Well, I expect Jack to reimburse us the cost of dog food and buy me two new pairs of new shoes.'