Double Drabble: Car Trouble
Title: Car Trouble
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 678: Wheel at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is having unexpected car trouble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe this!” Owen stared in horror. His beloved Porsche! How could this happen?
Nobody could steal any vehicle belonging to a member of the Torchwood team; between Tosh’s mad skills with anything technological, and her access to various alien devices, she’d fitted each of the team’s cars with triple deadlocks that could only be opened with the correct key and the owner’s fingerprint.
Owen only ever used his personal car for Torchwood business in the direst emergencies, which usually meant when he was called in to treat one of his colleagues injured in the field. This time, Jack had sent out an SOS because an alien had been flung through the Rift with such force, it had broken one of its legs. The limb would need to be stabilised before the injured being could be transported back to the Hub for treatment.
Parking the Porsche at the edge of a patch of wasteland, the site of a recently demolished block of flats, Owen had walked the rest of the way, tended to his patient, and returned to his car to find it propped up on old bricks, all four wheels gone. So much for Tosh’s security systems!
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 678: Wheel at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is having unexpected car trouble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe this!” Owen stared in horror. His beloved Porsche! How could this happen?
Nobody could steal any vehicle belonging to a member of the Torchwood team; between Tosh’s mad skills with anything technological, and her access to various alien devices, she’d fitted each of the team’s cars with triple deadlocks that could only be opened with the correct key and the owner’s fingerprint.
Owen only ever used his personal car for Torchwood business in the direst emergencies, which usually meant when he was called in to treat one of his colleagues injured in the field. This time, Jack had sent out an SOS because an alien had been flung through the Rift with such force, it had broken one of its legs. The limb would need to be stabilised before the injured being could be transported back to the Hub for treatment.
Parking the Porsche at the edge of a patch of wasteland, the site of a recently demolished block of flats, Owen had walked the rest of the way, tended to his patient, and returned to his car to find it propped up on old bricks, all four wheels gone. So much for Tosh’s security systems!
The End