Double Drabble: Infected
Title: Infected
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 834: Sneeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Team Torchwood are suffering through their own mini epidemic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is SO not fair,” Tosh mumbled indistinctly, blowing her nose, and dropping the tissue in her overflowing bin.
“Tell me about it.” Gwen’s nose was as red as Rudolph’s as she huddled on the sofa, sipping the hot tea Ianto had made for her.
“You’re not the only ones suffering,” Owen grumbled from Tosh’s other side, then sneezed so hard his chair shot backwards, and he almost fell off.
“Isn’t there anything you can give us?” Gwen pleaded, pulling her coat more tightly around her.
“Only decongestants, paracetamol, and over-the-counter cold medicines, and you’ve already had the maximum safe dose.”
“Who wants more tea?” Ianto shambled out of the kitchenette, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around him. “I’ve put honey and lemon juice in it.”
Tosh waved weakly. “Yes please, Ianto.”
They all winced as a deafening sneeze drifted down from Jack’s office.
“I hate my life,” Owen muttered. “I did everything right, gave all of us our flu shots three weeks ago, and what happens? We all go and catch the common cold because some random snot-nosed kid in daycare sneezed on an alien artefact the Rift dropped off there.”
Ianto smiled wryly. “Sometimes we just can’t win.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 834: Sneeze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Team Torchwood are suffering through their own mini epidemic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is SO not fair,” Tosh mumbled indistinctly, blowing her nose, and dropping the tissue in her overflowing bin.
“Tell me about it.” Gwen’s nose was as red as Rudolph’s as she huddled on the sofa, sipping the hot tea Ianto had made for her.
“You’re not the only ones suffering,” Owen grumbled from Tosh’s other side, then sneezed so hard his chair shot backwards, and he almost fell off.
“Isn’t there anything you can give us?” Gwen pleaded, pulling her coat more tightly around her.
“Only decongestants, paracetamol, and over-the-counter cold medicines, and you’ve already had the maximum safe dose.”
“Who wants more tea?” Ianto shambled out of the kitchenette, a huge fluffy blanket wrapped around him. “I’ve put honey and lemon juice in it.”
Tosh waved weakly. “Yes please, Ianto.”
They all winced as a deafening sneeze drifted down from Jack’s office.
“I hate my life,” Owen muttered. “I did everything right, gave all of us our flu shots three weeks ago, and what happens? We all go and catch the common cold because some random snot-nosed kid in daycare sneezed on an alien artefact the Rift dropped off there.”
Ianto smiled wryly. “Sometimes we just can’t win.”
The End