Challenge 708 - The name game
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m_findlowTitle: The name game
Character: Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 708 - Spell at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is having trouble getting details for something that needs investigating. A double drabble.
Owen hated being on phone duties but figured it was still better than being out on a rift retrieval. According to Tosh, it was somewhere out in the middle of the wetlands, and Owen knew it would be boggy, muddy and unpleasant. There was always a good chance you ended up in marsh water up to your elbows.
The phone trilled and Owen reluctantly picked it up. 'Yeah?'
The man on the other end introduced himself as constable someone or other from some backwater police station. Great. They really needed to stop giving out their phone number to everyone in law enforcement, even if none of them knew who they were really calling, only that it was a specialist government department number for anything outside the box.
'Where'd you say you were calling from?' Owen asked again, grabbing a pen and paper. He frowned at the response. 'Sorry, say again? How'd you spell that?'
He listened intently, writing down each letter then looked down at it, sure he'd misheard most of it. 'Let me see if I wrote this down right.' He read it back and was given the thumbs up.
'Jesus, can I buy you a vowel?' Bloody Welsh.
Owen hated being on phone duties but figured it was still better than being out on a rift retrieval. According to Tosh, it was somewhere out in the middle of the wetlands, and Owen knew it would be boggy, muddy and unpleasant. There was always a good chance you ended up in marsh water up to your elbows.
The phone trilled and Owen reluctantly picked it up. 'Yeah?'
The man on the other end introduced himself as constable someone or other from some backwater police station. Great. They really needed to stop giving out their phone number to everyone in law enforcement, even if none of them knew who they were really calling, only that it was a specialist government department number for anything outside the box.
'Where'd you say you were calling from?' Owen asked again, grabbing a pen and paper. He frowned at the response. 'Sorry, say again? How'd you spell that?'
He listened intently, writing down each letter then looked down at it, sure he'd misheard most of it. 'Let me see if I wrote this down right.' He read it back and was given the thumbs up.
'Jesus, can I buy you a vowel?' Bloody Welsh.
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Date: 2022-11-03 08:42 pm (UTC)