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Owen was leaning forward in his office chair, studying the computer screen intently when Ianto brought his coffee. Ever since their new arrival had been tucked away he had been looking at readings from the weevil’s cell. One section of the screen was devoted to a live feed from O.C., the small orb camera hovering high enough in the cell to be out of reach. The rest of the screen was filled with graphs, charts, readouts, and a small naked woman jiggling her pixelated assets in the corner.
Ianto handed over the mug, and then rested his hand on Owen’s shoulder. "Find anything?"
Owen shook his head, enlarging the weevil’s screen. "Other then her size, nothing different from the average weevil. But...the other weevils seemed to be scared of her. I think... I think she may be a dominant weevil or something. An Alpha female maybe?"
"Think she's challenging your dominance?" Ianto asked, amusement streaking his voice. Marsha had made it quite clear exactly how little she thought of the doctor in the little time she had been there.
Owen snorted and shook his head. "I don't know."
Jack, lured from his office by the promise of coffee, came up behind them and wrapped his arms around Owen, kissing his neck. "You'll always be top weevil to me."
Owen laughed. "You are such a romantic.” He muttered, tilting his head to give Jack better access. “Always know how to charm a guy."
Jack watched the weevil pace and snarl on the monitor screen. "Are you sure there's nothing different about it? The way the other weevils are reacting..." The others, down to just two at the moment, were huddling against the walls of their own cells, trying to disappear into the brickwork.
"The computer's been scanning since we bought her in. I could go down there and try to run a few more scans I guess." Owen shook his head. "I've been doing more research into weevils psychic powers. Being as how I’m a lot more sure the whole psychic powers thing is real.”
Ianto snorted, pushing a tiny wave of amusement at Owen, laughing when the doctor turned to stare at him.
“Like I said. Real. Maybe this is a weevil psychic thing." He looked over at Ianto. "All right Showoff, Feel like giving me a hand? You’re a hell of a lot better than me."
Ianto leaned over him, tapping a few keys so the results of the scans would print out. "What did you tell me they said about you? 'The psychic equivalent of a brussel sprout.'?"
Owen made a face. "Yeah that's about what they said. Not all of us can be perfect like you."
Ianto pulled him into for a quick kiss. "Poor psychic powerless thing. Of course I'll help you."
Jack pouted playfully. "What? I don't get kisses?"
"I'm comforting my poor brussel sprout, here. Your psychic powers are fine."
"So you only kiss those who suck at psychic stuff? That's discrimination." Jack tried out the puppy eyes.
Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled Jack in for a quick kiss too. "You are such a child. ‘ He picked up the stack of papers, still warm from the printer and lightly hit Jack with them.
“Speaking of psychic powers by the way, what were you thinking, distracting me in the middle of a weevil hunt? I mean yes, I can understand the concept of my needing to get used to being distracted, without getting...distracted, but you could have warned me first."
Jack gave him a blank look. "What?"
"While we were looking for the new weevil, what did you name her? Marcia? You kept poking at my shields. I didn’t mind you poking me in the SUV-" Ianto thumped Owen’s ear when he laughed. “But not during the middle of a chase”
Jack looked concerned. "Ianto I haven't poked your shields since before we got to the school."
“Try it now.” Ianto said, and he felt a practiced, warm nudge.
“It’s not the same. It was.. rougher… more crude.” He felt another nudge, clumsier but still warm, Owen looked up at him expectantly, and Ianto shook his head. “Not you either.”
All three of them looked at the screen again. "Could she...?"
Owen frowned. "Maybe? I don't know, we still don't know a lot about weevils."
"Hmm...lets go down and see." Ianto said decisively.
"I don't know if that's such a good Ianto. If it can interfere with your shields...." Jack trailed off looking worried.
"It'll be fine. We need to find out what's going on. If weevil's are evolving, or if this is some sort of sub-species we haven't seen before, we need to know about it." Ianto insisted.
Owen ran a hand over Jack's arm. “I'll keep a eye on him." He reassured.
"And while we're doing that, you have work you should be doing." Ianto said, giving Jack a look. “Weevil migrations aren't the most interesting thing, but it needs to be done.” He gave him a gentle nudge towards the monitors with his hip.
Jack rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yes sir." He threw up a quick salute, stealing both Owen’s chair and coffee as Owen and Ianto made their way to the archives.
Ianto handed over the mug, and then rested his hand on Owen’s shoulder. "Find anything?"
Owen shook his head, enlarging the weevil’s screen. "Other then her size, nothing different from the average weevil. But...the other weevils seemed to be scared of her. I think... I think she may be a dominant weevil or something. An Alpha female maybe?"
"Think she's challenging your dominance?" Ianto asked, amusement streaking his voice. Marsha had made it quite clear exactly how little she thought of the doctor in the little time she had been there.
Owen snorted and shook his head. "I don't know."
Jack, lured from his office by the promise of coffee, came up behind them and wrapped his arms around Owen, kissing his neck. "You'll always be top weevil to me."
Owen laughed. "You are such a romantic.” He muttered, tilting his head to give Jack better access. “Always know how to charm a guy."
Jack watched the weevil pace and snarl on the monitor screen. "Are you sure there's nothing different about it? The way the other weevils are reacting..." The others, down to just two at the moment, were huddling against the walls of their own cells, trying to disappear into the brickwork.
"The computer's been scanning since we bought her in. I could go down there and try to run a few more scans I guess." Owen shook his head. "I've been doing more research into weevils psychic powers. Being as how I’m a lot more sure the whole psychic powers thing is real.”
Ianto snorted, pushing a tiny wave of amusement at Owen, laughing when the doctor turned to stare at him.
“Like I said. Real. Maybe this is a weevil psychic thing." He looked over at Ianto. "All right Showoff, Feel like giving me a hand? You’re a hell of a lot better than me."
Ianto leaned over him, tapping a few keys so the results of the scans would print out. "What did you tell me they said about you? 'The psychic equivalent of a brussel sprout.'?"
Owen made a face. "Yeah that's about what they said. Not all of us can be perfect like you."
Ianto pulled him into for a quick kiss. "Poor psychic powerless thing. Of course I'll help you."
Jack pouted playfully. "What? I don't get kisses?"
"I'm comforting my poor brussel sprout, here. Your psychic powers are fine."
"So you only kiss those who suck at psychic stuff? That's discrimination." Jack tried out the puppy eyes.
Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled Jack in for a quick kiss too. "You are such a child. ‘ He picked up the stack of papers, still warm from the printer and lightly hit Jack with them.
“Speaking of psychic powers by the way, what were you thinking, distracting me in the middle of a weevil hunt? I mean yes, I can understand the concept of my needing to get used to being distracted, without getting...distracted, but you could have warned me first."
Jack gave him a blank look. "What?"
"While we were looking for the new weevil, what did you name her? Marcia? You kept poking at my shields. I didn’t mind you poking me in the SUV-" Ianto thumped Owen’s ear when he laughed. “But not during the middle of a chase”
Jack looked concerned. "Ianto I haven't poked your shields since before we got to the school."
“Try it now.” Ianto said, and he felt a practiced, warm nudge.
“It’s not the same. It was.. rougher… more crude.” He felt another nudge, clumsier but still warm, Owen looked up at him expectantly, and Ianto shook his head. “Not you either.”
All three of them looked at the screen again. "Could she...?"
Owen frowned. "Maybe? I don't know, we still don't know a lot about weevils."
"Hmm...lets go down and see." Ianto said decisively.
"I don't know if that's such a good Ianto. If it can interfere with your shields...." Jack trailed off looking worried.
"It'll be fine. We need to find out what's going on. If weevil's are evolving, or if this is some sort of sub-species we haven't seen before, we need to know about it." Ianto insisted.
Owen ran a hand over Jack's arm. “I'll keep a eye on him." He reassured.
"And while we're doing that, you have work you should be doing." Ianto said, giving Jack a look. “Weevil migrations aren't the most interesting thing, but it needs to be done.” He gave him a gentle nudge towards the monitors with his hip.
Jack rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yes sir." He threw up a quick salute, stealing both Owen’s chair and coffee as Owen and Ianto made their way to the archives.
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Date: Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 08:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 08:55 am (UTC)And Owen is an adorable little Brussels Sprout, isn't he?
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Date: Friday, July 17th, 2009 10:14 am (UTC)I actually have a pet theory that canon Owen's not all that lacking in psychic ability... For example:
- In one of the books (can't remember which) Jack tells Owen and Gwen to do the card guessing psychic energy test. Owen whinges that he always has to do it. Why would Jack keep using Owen to test for psychic energy?
- The weevils respond to his emotions far more than anyone else on the team. Owen seems to respond to them too, and it's more than just body language because, well, weevil body language is pretty much "I want to eat you" most of the time.
- At the end of Meat, Owen was definitely communicating in some way with the whale thing. He was mimicking Jack's actions almost exactly.
My theory is that Jack knows Owen's gifted (albeit completely untrained), but hasn't told Owen because he's worried that knowledge might put him in danger somehow.
I love having a personal canon. So much more convenient than that pesky actual canon!
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Date: Friday, July 17th, 2009 10:28 am (UTC)I remember when Meat originally aired,
I think everyone is supposed to have at least a little psychic powers. ...except maybe Gwen, who seems to suck at everything, lol.
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Date: Thursday, July 16th, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)Dun dun dunnnnnnnn
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia (sorry, couldn't resist), what's so different about you? You'd better not hurt Ianto. *huggles him protectivly*