Characters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, Owen
Rating: G (although there is some Welsh cursing)
Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011 Day 96. Prompt from tw100. B is for Bumble. Thanks to beta_goddess for applying the Full Metal and to filthgoblin for saving me from on-line translation program embarrassment. Please note: If anyone else went in this direction, it's GMTA and NOT plagiarism. Comments and concrit welcome.
Special note: This story is based on what the TW characters know as of Series 2.
Summary: Jack isn't always right.
“They look like bees, Ianto.”
“Jack says they’re aliens.”
“I used to spend summers on my uncle’s farm and he kept bees. I think we need to get some protective suits and a smoker.”
Ianto might have reconsidered if Gwen hadn’t chosen to mention her la-di-da summers in the country. He stepped forward with his weapon drawn.
“ Good old Apis mellifera,” said Owen, pulling out the stinger and applying a cooling salve.
Jack gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, but Ianto could see him exchanging an amused look with Gwen. That was what really stung.