Double Drabble: Fair’s Fair
Title: Fair’s Fair
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 478: Empty at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The SUV is running low on fuel…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The team had been driving around the countryside outside Cardiff for most of the afternoon, trying to locate the source of some strange signals Tosh had picked up. Turned out they’d been caused by ‘cameras’ belonging to a group of alien sightseers, who they’d sent on their way with a stern warning to check in with Torchwood first in future.
Now they were heading back to base, but the petrol gauge showed the SUV’s fuel tank was nearly empty.
“What happens if we run out of petrol before we get back?” Owen asked, worried.
“We stop, and you get out and walk to the nearest garage to get us some,” Jack replied.
“What? Why me?” Owen scowled at the back of Jack’s neck.
“Did you forget the rules? If you use the car you’re responsible for filling the tank afterwards, and if you don’t…” Jack trailed off ominously, then added, “You were the last one to use it.”
“No he wasn’t,” Ianto corrected. “You were. You told me this morning you had a Rift alert out Llandaff way last night. That’s a fair distance.”
“Judas,” Jack muttered
Ianto smirked. “Fair’s fair, Jack. If we break down, you fetch the petrol.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 478: Empty at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The SUV is running low on fuel…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The team had been driving around the countryside outside Cardiff for most of the afternoon, trying to locate the source of some strange signals Tosh had picked up. Turned out they’d been caused by ‘cameras’ belonging to a group of alien sightseers, who they’d sent on their way with a stern warning to check in with Torchwood first in future.
Now they were heading back to base, but the petrol gauge showed the SUV’s fuel tank was nearly empty.
“What happens if we run out of petrol before we get back?” Owen asked, worried.
“We stop, and you get out and walk to the nearest garage to get us some,” Jack replied.
“What? Why me?” Owen scowled at the back of Jack’s neck.
“Did you forget the rules? If you use the car you’re responsible for filling the tank afterwards, and if you don’t…” Jack trailed off ominously, then added, “You were the last one to use it.”
“No he wasn’t,” Ianto corrected. “You were. You told me this morning you had a Rift alert out Llandaff way last night. That’s a fair distance.”
“Judas,” Jack muttered
Ianto smirked. “Fair’s fair, Jack. If we break down, you fetch the petrol.”
The End