Free To A Good Home
Title: Free To A Good Home
Date Written: 3/7/09
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 316
Fandom: Torchwood
Disclaimer: Property of the BBC
Characters/Pairings: Tosh, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Jack, one-sided Tosh/Owen
Spoilers: Um, probably up through To The Last Man. Set somewhere vaguely in 02, but before Reset
Warnings: Pretty angsty.
Author's Notes: Uh... yeah. In a mood. Massively unbetaed, all screw-ups mine.
Stand-up comedians who do bits about love and couples and dating always say the same thing: If you're not in a relationship, all you see is couples.
It’s true.
And it’s so not fair.
Take my office environment, for instance. They're the people I see the most, my friends. My family. And some days I'm just so blinded by jealousy I want nothing more than to strangle them.
Jack and Ianto like to think they're being discrete in their relationship, but anyone can tell that they're doing more than just shagging. Some days I think even the pteranodon knows that those two have something more going on between them. Something I want.
Something I just know I'll never, ever have.
Gwen, bless her, tries to help, trying to set me up with some of Rhys' mates, but I suspect she just doesn't get it. She has Rhys and a happy home to go to at the end of the day. I suspect she was one of those popular girls in school who bounced from boy to boy. The kind that always breaks up with a boy and moves on.
I was the introvert, the bookworm, the smart kid you cheat off of on your maths final. The one everyone swore up and down had to be gay because she never dated anyone for crying out loud.
Well, they were half right.
Owen...
Let's not talk about him, yeah?
Gwen once suggested speed dating. She said one her friends met her boyfriend through one of those group things. I told her I'd think about it, but I think a flyer would probably work better, to be honest.
Free to a good home: One unaccredited temporal scientist. Keeps odd hours. Love for Japanese food a must. House visits by overprotective Captain required before placement. Conspiracy theorists need not apply.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'll die alone.
I'm Torchwood.
Date Written: 3/7/09
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 316
Fandom: Torchwood
Disclaimer: Property of the BBC
Characters/Pairings: Tosh, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Jack, one-sided Tosh/Owen
Spoilers: Um, probably up through To The Last Man. Set somewhere vaguely in 02, but before Reset
Warnings: Pretty angsty.
Author's Notes: Uh... yeah. In a mood. Massively unbetaed, all screw-ups mine.
Stand-up comedians who do bits about love and couples and dating always say the same thing: If you're not in a relationship, all you see is couples.
It’s true.
And it’s so not fair.
Take my office environment, for instance. They're the people I see the most, my friends. My family. And some days I'm just so blinded by jealousy I want nothing more than to strangle them.
Jack and Ianto like to think they're being discrete in their relationship, but anyone can tell that they're doing more than just shagging. Some days I think even the pteranodon knows that those two have something more going on between them. Something I want.
Something I just know I'll never, ever have.
Gwen, bless her, tries to help, trying to set me up with some of Rhys' mates, but I suspect she just doesn't get it. She has Rhys and a happy home to go to at the end of the day. I suspect she was one of those popular girls in school who bounced from boy to boy. The kind that always breaks up with a boy and moves on.
I was the introvert, the bookworm, the smart kid you cheat off of on your maths final. The one everyone swore up and down had to be gay because she never dated anyone for crying out loud.
Well, they were half right.
Owen...
Let's not talk about him, yeah?
Gwen once suggested speed dating. She said one her friends met her boyfriend through one of those group things. I told her I'd think about it, but I think a flyer would probably work better, to be honest.
Free to a good home: One unaccredited temporal scientist. Keeps odd hours. Love for Japanese food a must. House visits by overprotective Captain required before placement. Conspiracy theorists need not apply.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'll die alone.
I'm Torchwood.