Fic: Dirty Little Secret
Title: Dirty Little Secret
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Ianto
Rating: PG
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Basic TW knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Owen has his secrets he does not want anyone in Torchwood to find out about.
Author's Notes: This was written for dr_is_in's birthday. I know it's a day late, but I wanted it to be good! Happy Birthday sweetie. Also, thank you to luvinthe88and20 for the artwork to go with this story. Glad I could be inspiring!
Dirty Little Secret
Owen leaned back in his chair, looking around the Hub and listening carefully. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and no one seemed to be around. Scooting his arse down into his comfortable office chair, Owen pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been a really long day. Too long, but he couldn’t work up the energy to trudge home.
He needed a break. Everyone was gone- Well gone was a relative thought. Jack was finishing clean-up and Ianto was helping him… clean-up. He needed to give his mind a break. His finger hovered over the mouse while he debated on checking out the new site he had heard about or not. He blinked a couple of times and decided “hell with it!” and opened the internet browser, typing in the website address.
The website popped up. The theme music playing loudly from his computer speakers. “Gomen ne sunao ja nakute yume no naka nara ieru. Shikou kairo wa short sunzen ima sugu aitai yo-” Owen nearly leaped across the desk, sending papers scattering to the floor as he fumbled for the volume control. There was no way in bloody hell he was letting ANYONE in Torchwood know he liked Sailor Moon and had for years.
Not finding the volume knob on the speakers, Owen jabbed his finger down on the keyboard volume control and muted the entire computer. Leaning back in his chair, nearly bending it in two as he listened around the Hub to see if anyone had noticed. Owen didn’t hear a peep and dared to breathe again. Sailor Moon was his own dirty little secret. He didn’t want anyone to know - not Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, and definitely not Jack.
Please, if they knew how much he loved this show, they would all be surprised. Owen couldn’t remember just how he had stumbled upon it. He was pretty certain it was after a very long rotation at the hospital. The storyline made sense to his brain and he got sucked in. He had even attended a fancy dress party or four as Tuxedo Mask. Owen grinned. He did look rather smashing in a tuxedo; too bad a tuxedo wasn’t called for more often in his line of work.
The website looked intriguing and had brought up a couple of facts he had not known about the series. Owen decided to join. He went to register a name and decided to take his usual, something no one would know was him specifically: the_dr_is_in. He grumbled as he saw the page come back stating that login name was already taken.
“Bloody fucking hell. I’ve never been here before,” Owen muttered under his breath. He shoved then end of a red pen into his mouth, sucking on it as he tried to think up a new login name. Finally deciding on one, Owen finished the registration and logged in as dr_is_out. “Out of his mind,” he mumbled.
Clicking into the forums, he saw an “introduce yourself” thread. He started scanning through the thread, debating on if he did introduce himself, just what would he tell these internet strangers, when he saw it: the_dr_is_in. There they were, introducing themselves as a woman from the States. Owen opened up Mainframe and followed her IPO back to her computer. Bad day didn’t even begin to cover what had happened to them today, maybe a nasty prank or two would cheer him up.
Owen talked Mainframe into the woman’s computer, getting her address - he had learned a thing or two watching Tosh, it just wasn’t his preferable mode of operation. He thought of shipping her and her husband a nice surprise from the morgue. Owen was busy calculating which specimen would ship overseas the best when Mainframe opened her private email folders. He found himself reading email after email, getting a glimpse into this woman’s life.
“Bollocks!” Owen realised he nearly yelled the phrase and quickly looked around the Hub. Hearing nothing, he dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He had to do something, especially when he saw it was the woman’s birthday. Opening a new tab, Owen ordered two dozen roses and a couple of gift cards, all on his credit card. He made sure if she looked into it, she wouldn’t be able to track him down and signed it “A Secret Admirer.” Cheesy? Yes, but let the husband wonder about that.
Sprawling in his chair, Owen was amazed at how much better he felt doing such a good deed after a day from hell like they had. It was way better than any prank would have made him feel. Owen let a sigh, and closed out everything else and went back to reading the Sailor Moon website.
“That’s a lot of pink compared to the usual websites you normally look at this time of night,” Ianto said from behind him, making Owen jump in his skin.
Quickly closing the web browser, Owen turned around in his chair, glaring at Ianto. “What? Are you some fucking ninja now?”
“No, but at least no one else knows I like Sailor Moon,” Ianto quipped. “You’re secret is safe with me as long as you don’t tell Jack I give him decaf after 11:00 at night so he can actually try and sleep.”
Owen thought a minute and smirked. The teaboy could be trusted since he had just given Owen a huge secret he could spring on Jack. Owen shook his head in agreement. Ianto nodded in assent and headed towards Jack’s office with a cup of coffee.
“You know, Tosh would look cute dressed as Sailor Moon, don’t you think Tuxedo Mask?”
“How do you--”
“I know everything. Plus I recognised your avatar,” Ianto stated, slipping into Jack’s office.
Owen gave up and grabbed his coat, heading out of the Hub and straight for home. All the way his mind drifted to thoughts of Tosh in a very short Sailor Moon costume, or maybe Sailor Mars… His mind started plotting out ways he could broach the subject of anime to Tosh without her knowing everything right away - he still had a reputation to maintain.
Just like the All American Rejects, Owen and Ianto have their Dirty Little Secrets...
(Thanks to luvinthe88and20 for the artwork!)
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Ianto
Rating: PG
Beta: luvinthe88and20
Spoilers: Basic TW knowledge
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Owen has his secrets he does not want anyone in Torchwood to find out about.
Author's Notes: This was written for dr_is_in's birthday. I know it's a day late, but I wanted it to be good! Happy Birthday sweetie. Also, thank you to luvinthe88and20 for the artwork to go with this story. Glad I could be inspiring!
Dirty Little Secret
Owen leaned back in his chair, looking around the Hub and listening carefully. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and no one seemed to be around. Scooting his arse down into his comfortable office chair, Owen pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been a really long day. Too long, but he couldn’t work up the energy to trudge home.
He needed a break. Everyone was gone- Well gone was a relative thought. Jack was finishing clean-up and Ianto was helping him… clean-up. He needed to give his mind a break. His finger hovered over the mouse while he debated on checking out the new site he had heard about or not. He blinked a couple of times and decided “hell with it!” and opened the internet browser, typing in the website address.
The website popped up. The theme music playing loudly from his computer speakers. “Gomen ne sunao ja nakute yume no naka nara ieru. Shikou kairo wa short sunzen ima sugu aitai yo-” Owen nearly leaped across the desk, sending papers scattering to the floor as he fumbled for the volume control. There was no way in bloody hell he was letting ANYONE in Torchwood know he liked Sailor Moon and had for years.
Not finding the volume knob on the speakers, Owen jabbed his finger down on the keyboard volume control and muted the entire computer. Leaning back in his chair, nearly bending it in two as he listened around the Hub to see if anyone had noticed. Owen didn’t hear a peep and dared to breathe again. Sailor Moon was his own dirty little secret. He didn’t want anyone to know - not Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, and definitely not Jack.
Please, if they knew how much he loved this show, they would all be surprised. Owen couldn’t remember just how he had stumbled upon it. He was pretty certain it was after a very long rotation at the hospital. The storyline made sense to his brain and he got sucked in. He had even attended a fancy dress party or four as Tuxedo Mask. Owen grinned. He did look rather smashing in a tuxedo; too bad a tuxedo wasn’t called for more often in his line of work.
The website looked intriguing and had brought up a couple of facts he had not known about the series. Owen decided to join. He went to register a name and decided to take his usual, something no one would know was him specifically: the_dr_is_in. He grumbled as he saw the page come back stating that login name was already taken.
“Bloody fucking hell. I’ve never been here before,” Owen muttered under his breath. He shoved then end of a red pen into his mouth, sucking on it as he tried to think up a new login name. Finally deciding on one, Owen finished the registration and logged in as dr_is_out. “Out of his mind,” he mumbled.
Clicking into the forums, he saw an “introduce yourself” thread. He started scanning through the thread, debating on if he did introduce himself, just what would he tell these internet strangers, when he saw it: the_dr_is_in. There they were, introducing themselves as a woman from the States. Owen opened up Mainframe and followed her IPO back to her computer. Bad day didn’t even begin to cover what had happened to them today, maybe a nasty prank or two would cheer him up.
Owen talked Mainframe into the woman’s computer, getting her address - he had learned a thing or two watching Tosh, it just wasn’t his preferable mode of operation. He thought of shipping her and her husband a nice surprise from the morgue. Owen was busy calculating which specimen would ship overseas the best when Mainframe opened her private email folders. He found himself reading email after email, getting a glimpse into this woman’s life.
“Bollocks!” Owen realised he nearly yelled the phrase and quickly looked around the Hub. Hearing nothing, he dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He had to do something, especially when he saw it was the woman’s birthday. Opening a new tab, Owen ordered two dozen roses and a couple of gift cards, all on his credit card. He made sure if she looked into it, she wouldn’t be able to track him down and signed it “A Secret Admirer.” Cheesy? Yes, but let the husband wonder about that.
Sprawling in his chair, Owen was amazed at how much better he felt doing such a good deed after a day from hell like they had. It was way better than any prank would have made him feel. Owen let a sigh, and closed out everything else and went back to reading the Sailor Moon website.
“That’s a lot of pink compared to the usual websites you normally look at this time of night,” Ianto said from behind him, making Owen jump in his skin.
Quickly closing the web browser, Owen turned around in his chair, glaring at Ianto. “What? Are you some fucking ninja now?”
“No, but at least no one else knows I like Sailor Moon,” Ianto quipped. “You’re secret is safe with me as long as you don’t tell Jack I give him decaf after 11:00 at night so he can actually try and sleep.”
Owen thought a minute and smirked. The teaboy could be trusted since he had just given Owen a huge secret he could spring on Jack. Owen shook his head in agreement. Ianto nodded in assent and headed towards Jack’s office with a cup of coffee.
“You know, Tosh would look cute dressed as Sailor Moon, don’t you think Tuxedo Mask?”
“How do you--”
“I know everything. Plus I recognised your avatar,” Ianto stated, slipping into Jack’s office.
Owen gave up and grabbed his coat, heading out of the Hub and straight for home. All the way his mind drifted to thoughts of Tosh in a very short Sailor Moon costume, or maybe Sailor Mars… His mind started plotting out ways he could broach the subject of anime to Tosh without her knowing everything right away - he still had a reputation to maintain.
Just like the All American Rejects, Owen and Ianto have their Dirty Little Secrets...
(Thanks to luvinthe88and20 for the artwork!)
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