Double Drabble: Unlucky Day
Title: Unlucky Day
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto Jack, Team, Myfanwy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 516: Special at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s Owen’s birthday…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Because working for Torchwood could be so dangerous, every birthday was treated as an extra special occasion. Any of them could be killed at any moment so it made sense to celebrate each of them surviving long enough to get another year older.
Rift permitting there would be a party on the day, or thereabouts, with gifts and a birthday cake, although such parties often got interrupted by one kind of emergency or another.
Owen hated that his birthday fell on Valentine’s Day, so it had become tradition to throw him a party the day before; he claimed that only idiots believed the number thirteen to be unlucky.
So here it was, Owen’s party, falling squarely on Friday the thirteenth. He wasn’t worried.
Ianto brought out the cake, all rich chocolate sponge and fresh dairy cream, no candles because Owen didn’t want to be reminded about being on the wrong side of thirty.
“Happy Birthday, Owen!” Jack said. “You want your presents first or a slice of cake?”
Before Owen could say a word, Myfanwy swooped, drawn by a familiar smell, and snatched the cake right off the desk.
Ianto sighed. “I told you chocolate cake was a bad idea!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto Jack, Team, Myfanwy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 516: Special at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s Owen’s birthday…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Because working for Torchwood could be so dangerous, every birthday was treated as an extra special occasion. Any of them could be killed at any moment so it made sense to celebrate each of them surviving long enough to get another year older.
Rift permitting there would be a party on the day, or thereabouts, with gifts and a birthday cake, although such parties often got interrupted by one kind of emergency or another.
Owen hated that his birthday fell on Valentine’s Day, so it had become tradition to throw him a party the day before; he claimed that only idiots believed the number thirteen to be unlucky.
So here it was, Owen’s party, falling squarely on Friday the thirteenth. He wasn’t worried.
Ianto brought out the cake, all rich chocolate sponge and fresh dairy cream, no candles because Owen didn’t want to be reminded about being on the wrong side of thirty.
“Happy Birthday, Owen!” Jack said. “You want your presents first or a slice of cake?”
Before Owen could say a word, Myfanwy swooped, drawn by a familiar smell, and snatched the cake right off the desk.
Ianto sighed. “I told you chocolate cake was a bad idea!”
The End