Torchwood ficlet
Spoilers for s1.
“Minesweeper isn’t appropriate use of office technology,” Jack said.
“Neither is downloading porn,” Owen replied.
Jack smirked, leaned one hip against the desk, and crossed his arms. “But I’m the boss.”
Owen continued to look bored.
Jack continued to hover.
Owen’s Minesweeper skills began to falter.
Jack continued to smirk.
“What?” Owen demanded. He exed out the window and focused his gaze on Jack.
“What happened while I was gone?”
“The reports categorized by incident, first letter, and injuries sustained aren’t clear enough? Did your unexpected holiday involve brain damaging activities?”
“I don’t want to know what we’re telling the prime minister. I want to know what really happened.”
Owen shoved his chair out, placed his feet up on the desk, and folded his hands behind his head. “You want to know what really happened? Gwen shut down, Tosh barely slept for the first week whilst she was trying to clean up the CCTV footage, Ianto broke the coffee pot, and I didn’t have a single shag.”
“Ianto broke the coffee pot?”
Owen rolled his eyes. “Basically, everyone was suitably lost without you and we realized that we can’t run Torchwood or our lives without you. Happy?”
Jack smiled, wolfishly. “Thrilled.”
I really should find an Owen icon if I'm going to spend so much time writing about him.
“Minesweeper isn’t appropriate use of office technology,” Jack said.
“Neither is downloading porn,” Owen replied.
Jack smirked, leaned one hip against the desk, and crossed his arms. “But I’m the boss.”
Owen continued to look bored.
Jack continued to hover.
Owen’s Minesweeper skills began to falter.
Jack continued to smirk.
“What?” Owen demanded. He exed out the window and focused his gaze on Jack.
“What happened while I was gone?”
“The reports categorized by incident, first letter, and injuries sustained aren’t clear enough? Did your unexpected holiday involve brain damaging activities?”
“I don’t want to know what we’re telling the prime minister. I want to know what really happened.”
Owen shoved his chair out, placed his feet up on the desk, and folded his hands behind his head. “You want to know what really happened? Gwen shut down, Tosh barely slept for the first week whilst she was trying to clean up the CCTV footage, Ianto broke the coffee pot, and I didn’t have a single shag.”
“Ianto broke the coffee pot?”
Owen rolled his eyes. “Basically, everyone was suitably lost without you and we realized that we can’t run Torchwood or our lives without you. Happy?”
Jack smiled, wolfishly. “Thrilled.”
I really should find an Owen icon if I'm going to spend so much time writing about him.