Double Drabble: Mystery Gift
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Title: Mystery Gift
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 559: Label at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: A gift has been left for Tosh on her desk, but who’s it from?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What’s that?” Owen asked, peering over Tosh’s shoulder at the gaily-wrapped parcel on her desk.
“I don’t know,” Tosh admitted. “I mean, the label’s addressed to me but it doesn’t say who it’s from. It has to be okay though, right? One of the team must’ve put it here, maybe Ianto or Jack…” She trailed off uncertainly.
“So what’s the problem?”
“It’s not either of their handwriting, and Gwen’s not in today. Besides, who’d buy me a gift when it’s not even my birthday?”
“Well, you’ll never find out anything by staring at it. Why don’t you open it?”
“I suppose you’re right.” Carefully Tosh removed the ribbon and unwrapped the gift. Inside was a lacquered box, decorated with a delicately painted water lily on a midnight blue background. “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” she gasped. “But who could it be from?”
“Maybe there’s something inside,” Owen suggested.
Opening the box, Tosh found a silk scarf, deep purple with a pattern of cherry blossoms. As she unfolded it, a note fell out. She picked it up.
‘Tosh. Sorry I was such a bastard last week. This scarf is to replace the one I ruined. Love Owen.’
“Thank you, Owen. I love it.”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Tosh.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 559: Label at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: A gift has been left for Tosh on her desk, but who’s it from?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What’s that?” Owen asked, peering over Tosh’s shoulder at the gaily-wrapped parcel on her desk.
“I don’t know,” Tosh admitted. “I mean, the label’s addressed to me but it doesn’t say who it’s from. It has to be okay though, right? One of the team must’ve put it here, maybe Ianto or Jack…” She trailed off uncertainly.
“So what’s the problem?”
“It’s not either of their handwriting, and Gwen’s not in today. Besides, who’d buy me a gift when it’s not even my birthday?”
“Well, you’ll never find out anything by staring at it. Why don’t you open it?”
“I suppose you’re right.” Carefully Tosh removed the ribbon and unwrapped the gift. Inside was a lacquered box, decorated with a delicately painted water lily on a midnight blue background. “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” she gasped. “But who could it be from?”
“Maybe there’s something inside,” Owen suggested.
Opening the box, Tosh found a silk scarf, deep purple with a pattern of cherry blossoms. As she unfolded it, a note fell out. She picked it up.
‘Tosh. Sorry I was such a bastard last week. This scarf is to replace the one I ruined. Love Owen.’
“Thank you, Owen. I love it.”
The End
