Double Drabble: Team Bonding
Title: Team Bonding
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Jack, Owen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 518: Time at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after Ghost Machine but before Cyberwoman.
Summary: Gwen has a question for the team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“If you could travel to any time, when would you choose?” Gwen asked; another of her team bonding games.
Jack hid a smirk: been there, done that.
“I’d go to the mid-1800s,” Gwen continued, answering her own question. “Dress in those glamorous gowns and attend fabulous balls. Have dashing men competing for my attention.”
“You do know people didn’t bathe regularly back then, right?” Owen sneered. “They had bad teeth, the streets were filthy, and there was no indoor plumbing.”
Gwen glared at him but he just grinned back.
“I’d go to the future,” said Tosh. “See what earth will be like a thousand years from now. What about you, Jack? World War Two?”
“I wouldn’t mind living through the Sixties again; didn’t get to really enjoy it last time around.”
Tosh nodded. “You would’ve been too young.”
Jack didn’t correct her.
“Owen? When would you choose?”
“The afternoon of March 29th, 1963. I’d find Ed Morgan and make sure he never went anywhere near Lizzie Lewis.”
“Oh, um, good choice,” Gwen said lamely. “Ianto?”
‘I’d go back and persuade Lisa to skive off work,’ he thought, but instead… “Star Wars premiere of course.” He smiled blandly. “Who wants coffee?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Jack, Owen, Tosh, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 518: Time at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after Ghost Machine but before Cyberwoman.
Summary: Gwen has a question for the team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“If you could travel to any time, when would you choose?” Gwen asked; another of her team bonding games.
Jack hid a smirk: been there, done that.
“I’d go to the mid-1800s,” Gwen continued, answering her own question. “Dress in those glamorous gowns and attend fabulous balls. Have dashing men competing for my attention.”
“You do know people didn’t bathe regularly back then, right?” Owen sneered. “They had bad teeth, the streets were filthy, and there was no indoor plumbing.”
Gwen glared at him but he just grinned back.
“I’d go to the future,” said Tosh. “See what earth will be like a thousand years from now. What about you, Jack? World War Two?”
“I wouldn’t mind living through the Sixties again; didn’t get to really enjoy it last time around.”
Tosh nodded. “You would’ve been too young.”
Jack didn’t correct her.
“Owen? When would you choose?”
“The afternoon of March 29th, 1963. I’d find Ed Morgan and make sure he never went anywhere near Lizzie Lewis.”
“Oh, um, good choice,” Gwen said lamely. “Ianto?”
‘I’d go back and persuade Lisa to skive off work,’ he thought, but instead… “Star Wars premiere of course.” He smiled blandly. “Who wants coffee?”
The End