“What the hell?”
Owen looked at his swollen hand; it had been fine the night before. Wincing, he finished dressing and headed for the Hub.
“What’s wrong with your hand?” Tosh asked.
“Wait, isn’t that the hand Ianto scratched last week?”
Owen frowned. “Damnit! I can’t have Cat Scratch Fever! Ianto wouldn’t be seen dead with fleas! Jack made sure of that!”
“Then again, I spent a lot of time with Myf, and she does occasionally have fleas. Maybe that’ll teach you to be more respectful. ‘Catch mice’ indeed. I do that the humane way,” Ianto smirked.
A/N: For SV, who asked: “Hmm, on this set of prompts, can you do something on cat scratch fever?