Double Drabble: All In The Delivery - Follows ‘Keeping In Touch’
Title: All In The Delivery - Follows ‘ Keeping In Touch’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 759: Mail at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen’s in his usual sour mood, but that doesn’t keep Ianto from baiting him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Has the post been delivered yet?” Owen yelled across the Hub as he stomped over to his workstation and draped his jacket over the back of his chair.
“Of course,” Ianto said mildly, appearing seemingly out of nowhere to set a cup of black coffee at the medic’s elbow. “It invariably arrives before you do. Maybe you should consider coming in earlier.”
“What for? Unlike some people, I have a life.”
“Right, getting drunk and shagging random women every night.”
“Don’t knock what you haven’t tried.”
“Unlike you, some of us opted to grow up.” Ianto plonked a couple of paracetamol down beside Owen’s mug and turned to go.
“Oi!” Owen protested.
“What now?”
“Any post for me?”
“I don’t think they send restraining orders through the mail.”
“Very funny.” Owen knocked the painkillers back with a healthy swig of coffee. “Didn’t my medical journal arrive?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “If it had, I would have brought it to you with your coffee, if only because it might have kept you quiet for an hour or two.”
Owen huffed annoyance. “No need to get your knickers in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing any.” Ianto left Owen choking on his coffee.
TBC in ‘ Plain Brown Wrapper’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 759: Mail at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen’s in his usual sour mood, but that doesn’t keep Ianto from baiting him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Has the post been delivered yet?” Owen yelled across the Hub as he stomped over to his workstation and draped his jacket over the back of his chair.
“Of course,” Ianto said mildly, appearing seemingly out of nowhere to set a cup of black coffee at the medic’s elbow. “It invariably arrives before you do. Maybe you should consider coming in earlier.”
“What for? Unlike some people, I have a life.”
“Right, getting drunk and shagging random women every night.”
“Don’t knock what you haven’t tried.”
“Unlike you, some of us opted to grow up.” Ianto plonked a couple of paracetamol down beside Owen’s mug and turned to go.
“Oi!” Owen protested.
“What now?”
“Any post for me?”
“I don’t think they send restraining orders through the mail.”
“Very funny.” Owen knocked the painkillers back with a healthy swig of coffee. “Didn’t my medical journal arrive?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “If it had, I would have brought it to you with your coffee, if only because it might have kept you quiet for an hour or two.”
Owen huffed annoyance. “No need to get your knickers in a twist.”
“I’m not wearing any.” Ianto left Owen choking on his coffee.
TBC in ‘ Plain Brown Wrapper’