Double Drabble: Making A Point
Title: Making A Point
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 816: Temper at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after End of Days.
Summary: Ianto sets Owen straight about something.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Judging by the crashing, banging, and swearing coming from the autopsy bay, Owen was in a foul mood, which was nothing new; ever since Jack had skipped out on them, such incidents had been happening more and more frequently. When he wasn’t butting heads with Gwen over who should be in charge while their leader was AWOL, Owen took his frustrations out on whoever happened to be nearby, and if there wasn’t anyone, he turned on his medical equipment, throwing things around, kicking cupboards… Ianto was about ready to sign him up for an anger management seminar.
He leaned on the railing, looking down into the medic’s domain, ready to duck if Owen decided to start throwing things at him.
“You break anything and you’re paying for it out of your own pocket.”
Owen glared up at him. “Says who?”
“Says the one who authorises expenses around here.”
“His nibs isn’t here anymore, or have you forgotten he fuckin’ LEFT US?” Owen snarled.
Ianto didn’t so much as flinch. “I had noticed that, yes, but with Jack away, I’m the only one who has access to Torchwood’s accounts. You don’t even get paid unless I authorise it. Get the picture?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 816: Temper at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after End of Days.
Summary: Ianto sets Owen straight about something.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Judging by the crashing, banging, and swearing coming from the autopsy bay, Owen was in a foul mood, which was nothing new; ever since Jack had skipped out on them, such incidents had been happening more and more frequently. When he wasn’t butting heads with Gwen over who should be in charge while their leader was AWOL, Owen took his frustrations out on whoever happened to be nearby, and if there wasn’t anyone, he turned on his medical equipment, throwing things around, kicking cupboards… Ianto was about ready to sign him up for an anger management seminar.
He leaned on the railing, looking down into the medic’s domain, ready to duck if Owen decided to start throwing things at him.
“You break anything and you’re paying for it out of your own pocket.”
Owen glared up at him. “Says who?”
“Says the one who authorises expenses around here.”
“His nibs isn’t here anymore, or have you forgotten he fuckin’ LEFT US?” Owen snarled.
Ianto didn’t so much as flinch. “I had noticed that, yes, but with Jack away, I’m the only one who has access to Torchwood’s accounts. You don’t even get paid unless I authorise it. Get the picture?”
The End