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[itsarift_thing]

Title: Hush
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Owen
Genre: drabble, gen
Rating: PG13 - for language
Prompt: tw100: Beatles' song titles: Act Naturally
Summary: Owen is on a mission
Notes: I was feeling severely overwhelmed so rustydog helped me out by choosing me a couple of titles and asked for humour with this. It's my kind of humour...
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no

Comments

[donutsweeper]

*snerk* perfect, perfect Owen voice!

[itsarift_thing]

Thanks hon' :D

[itsarift_thing]

Darn it I didn't give you donuts! What was I thinking??

Yay!

[rustydog]

Oh dear, poor Owen! Hee!

And nice job with the one-word "daemonslashalien" *g*

Every being needed sleep. It was a fact of life.

Now that makes me a little sad for Owen. ::sniff::

Re: Yay!

[itsarift_thing]

*G* Well it's kind of hard to think demon/alien, isn't it??

Aww and I thought I was doing a good job being cheery...

Re: Yay!

[rustydog]

Oh, don't worry, it's just everything about Owen makes me sniffly these days. Your drabble made me grin. :)

Re: Yay!

[mad_jaks]

*snuggles you*

[unfeathered]

Heh. Nice one. :-)

[itsarift_thing]

Thanks :D

[fajrdrako]

Ah, poor Owen. The things Jack makes him do!

I liked it!

[itsarift_thing]

I know - tiptoe-ing through the equivalent of an alien orgy must have been hard for him...

And I am not even going to allow myself to wonder why Jack did not go himself *snerk*

[fajrdrako]

I am not even going to allow myself to wonder why Jack did not go himself

Jack was probably busy. You know. Distracting the others. It's a hard job but someone's gotta do it.

[mad_jaks]

*is glad I have finished eating*
Do you mean to imply Jack is *ahem* in the midst of all those heaving bodies? Oh my!! (I hadn't even gone there in my own head...)

[echo_fangirl]

Tee hee! Poor Owen! :D

[itsarift_thing]

I know! The things you have to do when you work for Torchwood...