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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Torchwood, Ianto, he never thought that looking after a pterosaur would be part of his job description.
Ianto had figured that, as soon as they had caught the pteranodon, that Jack would find some way to send it back to where it belonged, like some kind of environmental police moving a troublesome but harmless animal to a safe habitat.
He did not expect to arrive, bright and early, at the Hub on his first day at work, and find the creature sulking in the corner of a large flight cage in one corner of the underground base. What a way to end the first day orientation.
"I thought you were sending it home," Ianto noted, looking at the thing, which darted an evil look his way, as if it recognized one of its captors.
"Sending that thing home would mean opening the Rift, and we can't afford that, in case more things came through," Jack said, coming to his side.
"So what do you intend to do with her?" Ianto asked.
"Keep it till we can find a way to send it back," Jack said. "In the meantime, you'll need to feed it, clean the cage, give it fresh water, and let it out for a fly at least once a day."
"She's not exactly a budgerigar," Ianto said, taking a half step back from the cage, as the dinosaur stirred her wings. "What have you been feeding her?"
"Well, she was eating the odd sheep or two in the countryside, but I've had some success with fish fillets, when she'll touch it," Jack replied. "She doesn't like me much.
"And when did we start calling this thing a she? Can't really tell what kind of equipment she's got, under the proto-feathers," Jack noted.
"She seems like a female to me," Ianto said.
The dinosaur perked her head up and shuffled to the side of the cage, putting out her long beak and taking a playful snip at the hem of Ianto's jacket.
"Oh yeah, and watch out: she likes to nip, and it's not exactly like getting bit by a budgie," Jack added, rubbing his shoulder, clearly remembering the wild ride she'd given him a few days ago.
"That's encouraging," Ianto muttered.
Ianto had figured that, as soon as they had caught the pteranodon, that Jack would find some way to send it back to where it belonged, like some kind of environmental police moving a troublesome but harmless animal to a safe habitat.
He did not expect to arrive, bright and early, at the Hub on his first day at work, and find the creature sulking in the corner of a large flight cage in one corner of the underground base. What a way to end the first day orientation.
"I thought you were sending it home," Ianto noted, looking at the thing, which darted an evil look his way, as if it recognized one of its captors.
"Sending that thing home would mean opening the Rift, and we can't afford that, in case more things came through," Jack said, coming to his side.
"So what do you intend to do with her?" Ianto asked.
"Keep it till we can find a way to send it back," Jack said. "In the meantime, you'll need to feed it, clean the cage, give it fresh water, and let it out for a fly at least once a day."
"She's not exactly a budgerigar," Ianto said, taking a half step back from the cage, as the dinosaur stirred her wings. "What have you been feeding her?"
"Well, she was eating the odd sheep or two in the countryside, but I've had some success with fish fillets, when she'll touch it," Jack replied. "She doesn't like me much.
"And when did we start calling this thing a she? Can't really tell what kind of equipment she's got, under the proto-feathers," Jack noted.
"She seems like a female to me," Ianto said.
The dinosaur perked her head up and shuffled to the side of the cage, putting out her long beak and taking a playful snip at the hem of Ianto's jacket.
"Oh yeah, and watch out: she likes to nip, and it's not exactly like getting bit by a budgie," Jack added, rubbing his shoulder, clearly remembering the wild ride she'd given him a few days ago.
"That's encouraging," Ianto muttered.
