Author's Notes:
Writen for angelsphonebox. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Ianto is less than happy with Owen.

Ianto plucked duckweed from his hair, dropping it back into the village pond; not that it made much difference to his appearance. He was soaked from head to foot and suspected there might be tadpoles wriggling around inside his shirt. He glared at Owen, who was standing nearby, gloomily watching the SUV being pulled from the water.

“When I tell you to stop, I don’t mean slam your foot on the accelerator and try to drown us!” he snapped. “Next time, I’m driving. What the hell were you thinking?”

“There was a wasp in the car! I bloody hate wasps!”

The End