Challenge 704 - Giving it up
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m_findlowTitle: Giving it up
Character: Owen, Jack, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 704 - Switch at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is one step ahead of the bad guys. A double drabble.
'Yeah, alright,' Owen said, keeping his arms raised as the alien gangsters held them at gunpoint. 'I've got it, but first you stop aiming your guns at my mates.'
He began lowering his hand but the gun pressed closer to his temple. 'It's in my jeans pocket, alright? I was just reaching for it.'
'Let us help you,' the alien said, roughly sticking his hand in Owen's jeans to retrieve it. They backed away, guns still raised. 'We thank you for your cooperation,' it said, before they transmatted back to their ship.
'Great,' Jack said unhappily.
Owen grinned stupidly at the pair of them, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the alien device.
Gwen frowned. 'But I saw you hand it over.'
'After I expressly told you not to,' Jack added, giving Owen his own annoyed glare.
'I handed something over. Just not the real thing. Can't believe the pair of you thought I'd actually cough up the real thing. I got Tosh to dummy up a fake in case those thugs wouldn't take no for an answer. They'll be fifty parsecs away before they realise they've been duped.'
'Ah,' Jack said, realisation dawned on him. 'The old switcheroo.'
'Yeah, alright,' Owen said, keeping his arms raised as the alien gangsters held them at gunpoint. 'I've got it, but first you stop aiming your guns at my mates.'
He began lowering his hand but the gun pressed closer to his temple. 'It's in my jeans pocket, alright? I was just reaching for it.'
'Let us help you,' the alien said, roughly sticking his hand in Owen's jeans to retrieve it. They backed away, guns still raised. 'We thank you for your cooperation,' it said, before they transmatted back to their ship.
'Great,' Jack said unhappily.
Owen grinned stupidly at the pair of them, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the alien device.
Gwen frowned. 'But I saw you hand it over.'
'After I expressly told you not to,' Jack added, giving Owen his own annoyed glare.
'I handed something over. Just not the real thing. Can't believe the pair of you thought I'd actually cough up the real thing. I got Tosh to dummy up a fake in case those thugs wouldn't take no for an answer. They'll be fifty parsecs away before they realise they've been duped.'
'Ah,' Jack said, realisation dawned on him. 'The old switcheroo.'
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Date: 2022-11-04 07:47 pm (UTC)