Double Drabble: Working Hours
Title: Working Hours
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Andy, Jack, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 524: Sleep at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Andy is learning the hard way that Tochwood agents are never off duty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“But it’s the middle of the night!” Andy groaned into the receiver. His phone’s strident ringing had dragged him out of a deep sleep and now he was expected to get up and go to work! At least when he’d been with the police he’d worked regular shifts.
“The Rift doesn’t run to a set schedule so neither do we,” Jack’s voice said in his ear. “Owen will be picking you up in ten minutes so you’d better be ready. If you’re not waiting outside he’ll leave without you.” Jack hung up and Andy flopped back onto his bed for a moment before rousing himself to pull on the clothes he’d shed not much more than two hours before. He shoved his feet into shoes, pulled on his jacket, grabbed keys and phone, and just made it to the kerb as the SUV pulled up in front of him. Mickey was in the front passenger seat so Andy had to get in the back.
“What is this, some sort of hazing ritual?” he grumbled, fastening his seatbelt. “See how long the newbies can go without sleep before they collapse from exhaustion?”
Owen snorted. “This is Torchwood. Sleep is for wimps.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Andy, Jack, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 524: Sleep at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Andy is learning the hard way that Tochwood agents are never off duty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“But it’s the middle of the night!” Andy groaned into the receiver. His phone’s strident ringing had dragged him out of a deep sleep and now he was expected to get up and go to work! At least when he’d been with the police he’d worked regular shifts.
“The Rift doesn’t run to a set schedule so neither do we,” Jack’s voice said in his ear. “Owen will be picking you up in ten minutes so you’d better be ready. If you’re not waiting outside he’ll leave without you.” Jack hung up and Andy flopped back onto his bed for a moment before rousing himself to pull on the clothes he’d shed not much more than two hours before. He shoved his feet into shoes, pulled on his jacket, grabbed keys and phone, and just made it to the kerb as the SUV pulled up in front of him. Mickey was in the front passenger seat so Andy had to get in the back.
“What is this, some sort of hazing ritual?” he grumbled, fastening his seatbelt. “See how long the newbies can go without sleep before they collapse from exhaustion?”
Owen snorted. “This is Torchwood. Sleep is for wimps.”
The End