Double Drabble: Sobering Sight
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Title: Sobering Sight
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Characters: Owen, Tosh, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 450: Raw at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Set pre series one.
Summary: Owen still has a lot to learn about Torchwood and his new boss.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Owen hadn’t been with Torchwood Three for long, barely more than a couple of months, so he still had a lot to learn. Coming into the Hub late one night, drunk, he’d found Tosh still there, sitting at her computers, working on something. She probably should’ve left hours ago, when he had, but Owen dismissed the thought as irrelevant; he wasn’t here to see Tosh, he had a bone to pick with his boss.
“Where’s Harkness?”
“In his quarters under his office,” Tosh replied, “but you shouldn’t…”
Owen didn’t give her a chance to finish what she was saying, just stormed up to the office, opened the hatch in the floor, and climbed down the ladder.
“Wake up.”
A light clicked on and Jack sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his cot. “I’m awake, Owen. What’s up?”
Owen’s eyes went wide then clamped shut, whatever he’d been going to say vanishing from his drink-sodden brain. “Oh God! Cover up, can’t you? If I’d known you slept in the raw…” Fumbling for the ladder, he scrambled out of the bunker. Behind him he could hear Harkness laughing. Christ, he didn’t get paid enough for this kind of harassment!
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Tosh, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 450: Raw at
tw100.Spoilers: Set pre series one.
Summary: Owen still has a lot to learn about Torchwood and his new boss.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Owen hadn’t been with Torchwood Three for long, barely more than a couple of months, so he still had a lot to learn. Coming into the Hub late one night, drunk, he’d found Tosh still there, sitting at her computers, working on something. She probably should’ve left hours ago, when he had, but Owen dismissed the thought as irrelevant; he wasn’t here to see Tosh, he had a bone to pick with his boss.
“Where’s Harkness?”
“In his quarters under his office,” Tosh replied, “but you shouldn’t…”
Owen didn’t give her a chance to finish what she was saying, just stormed up to the office, opened the hatch in the floor, and climbed down the ladder.
“Wake up.”
A light clicked on and Jack sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his cot. “I’m awake, Owen. What’s up?”
Owen’s eyes went wide then clamped shut, whatever he’d been going to say vanishing from his drink-sodden brain. “Oh God! Cover up, can’t you? If I’d known you slept in the raw…” Fumbling for the ladder, he scrambled out of the bunker. Behind him he could hear Harkness laughing. Christ, he didn’t get paid enough for this kind of harassment!
The End
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Date: 2017-06-04 01:01 pm (UTC)great drabble
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Date: 2017-06-04 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-18 05:47 am (UTC)Ah, Owen.... you heckle a man in his own quarters and that's your just desserts!
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Date: 2017-06-18 10:52 am (UTC)That'll teach Owen. Or not.
Thank you!