Fic: All The World's A Stage (1/1)
Title: All The World's A Stage
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count 500
Characters: Team Torchwood
Summary: Owen get's a brief taste of fame
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, but I wouldn’t say no to a pet pterodactyl. Title is a quote from Shakespeare's As You Like It.
Authors Note:More exam destressing. Written for the a_to_z_prompts challenge. Prompt: Fame
Dedicated to my sister who wanted an Owen story. The muses obliged.
Unbeated and Cross posted.
All the World’s A Stage
Owen tried to enter the Hub indiscreetly. He kept his head down and his collar up trying to avoid the others.
It didn’t work.
“There he is!” Gwen exclaimed pointing her hand towards Owen as soon as he was through the door. “Should we ask for his autograph?” She asked Tosh and Ianto who were both grinning from ear to ear.
Tosh handed Gwen a notepad while Ianto pulled a pen out from the inside pocket of his suit. Gwen ran over to Owen who glowered but obligingly signed the piece of paper, before stomping over to his desk and grumbling about the lack of coffee.
Ianto appeared seconds later with his cup and a packet of biscuits.
“So?” Gwen asked Owen, having followed him to his desk. “What’s your next gig? More television? A play? OOOO! How about Panto?
“The Sherman Theatre are holding auditions for a new Frankenfurter, next week.” Ianto added. “Their lead broke his ankle doing The Time Warp and his understudy just got taken on by The RSC in Stratford.”
Owen glared while the others started to cackle. He was starting to understand why Ianto had given him the good biscuits. Well they weren’t going to make him share.
“Oh I can just see it now.” Gwen mused. “Owen in high heels.”
“And a corset.”
“Don’t forget the stockings.”
“Or the dancing.”
Owen groaned as Gwen started singing.
“It’s just a jump to the left.”
“And then a step to the right.”
He banged his head on his desk as Gwen started dancing around the Hub. Tosh and Ianto were singing along and clapping their hands.
Owen didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified when he realised that Jack was standing on the balcony, watching them with an amused, if slightly confused look on his face.
“Ok team, don’t you all have work to do?”
“But Jack,” Gwen protested. “Surely you can’t expect us to concentrate when we have a celebrity in our midst.”
Jack raised his eyebrow when she, Tosh and Ianto started to cackle again. Owen slunk down in his chair until he was almost under the table. Jack could hear him muttering something about evil team mates and whether it was too early to start on the whiskey.
Once they had gained some semblance of control, Ianto started to explain.
“Owen was on the television last night.”
“Really? I missed it.”
“I’ve taped it.” Everybody turned to look at Tosh who was wearing a smug grin.
“You’re kidding? Please tell me you’re kidding.” Owen replied meekly.
Tosh kept grinning.
“Ianto rang me last night to tell me. I taped the repeat.” Owen groaned.
“In high definition.” Owen placed his head in his hands and started muttering something incomprehensible. Tosh patted him on the shoulder before heading over to her desk. Gwen followed her deciding that they had tortured Owen enough for one day.
Jack turned to Ianto. “What was he on? Neighbours from Hell? ”
“Nope.” Ianto beamed at him. “Crimewatch.”
Like it? Love it? Loathe it? Let me know :c)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count 500
Characters: Team Torchwood
Summary: Owen get's a brief taste of fame
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, but I wouldn’t say no to a pet pterodactyl. Title is a quote from Shakespeare's As You Like It.
Authors Note:More exam destressing. Written for the a_to_z_prompts challenge. Prompt: Fame
Dedicated to my sister who wanted an Owen story. The muses obliged.
Unbeated and Cross posted.
All the World’s A Stage
Owen tried to enter the Hub indiscreetly. He kept his head down and his collar up trying to avoid the others.
It didn’t work.
“There he is!” Gwen exclaimed pointing her hand towards Owen as soon as he was through the door. “Should we ask for his autograph?” She asked Tosh and Ianto who were both grinning from ear to ear.
Tosh handed Gwen a notepad while Ianto pulled a pen out from the inside pocket of his suit. Gwen ran over to Owen who glowered but obligingly signed the piece of paper, before stomping over to his desk and grumbling about the lack of coffee.
Ianto appeared seconds later with his cup and a packet of biscuits.
“So?” Gwen asked Owen, having followed him to his desk. “What’s your next gig? More television? A play? OOOO! How about Panto?
“The Sherman Theatre are holding auditions for a new Frankenfurter, next week.” Ianto added. “Their lead broke his ankle doing The Time Warp and his understudy just got taken on by The RSC in Stratford.”
Owen glared while the others started to cackle. He was starting to understand why Ianto had given him the good biscuits. Well they weren’t going to make him share.
“Oh I can just see it now.” Gwen mused. “Owen in high heels.”
“And a corset.”
“Don’t forget the stockings.”
“Or the dancing.”
Owen groaned as Gwen started singing.
“It’s just a jump to the left.”
“And then a step to the right.”
He banged his head on his desk as Gwen started dancing around the Hub. Tosh and Ianto were singing along and clapping their hands.
Owen didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified when he realised that Jack was standing on the balcony, watching them with an amused, if slightly confused look on his face.
“Ok team, don’t you all have work to do?”
“But Jack,” Gwen protested. “Surely you can’t expect us to concentrate when we have a celebrity in our midst.”
Jack raised his eyebrow when she, Tosh and Ianto started to cackle again. Owen slunk down in his chair until he was almost under the table. Jack could hear him muttering something about evil team mates and whether it was too early to start on the whiskey.
Once they had gained some semblance of control, Ianto started to explain.
“Owen was on the television last night.”
“Really? I missed it.”
“I’ve taped it.” Everybody turned to look at Tosh who was wearing a smug grin.
“You’re kidding? Please tell me you’re kidding.” Owen replied meekly.
Tosh kept grinning.
“Ianto rang me last night to tell me. I taped the repeat.” Owen groaned.
“In high definition.” Owen placed his head in his hands and started muttering something incomprehensible. Tosh patted him on the shoulder before heading over to her desk. Gwen followed her deciding that they had tortured Owen enough for one day.
Jack turned to Ianto. “What was he on? Neighbours from Hell? ”
“Nope.” Ianto beamed at him. “Crimewatch.”
Like it? Love it? Loathe it? Let me know :c)