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Challenge 712 - What happens in the cells
Title: What happens in the cells
Character: Owen, Gwen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 712 - Spill at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen doesn't feel the need to level with the team about what happened. A double drabble.
Owen could sense the team's eyes on him as he entered the main hub. He'd been downstairs for ages and now they were all looking at him and waiting for him to say something. He didn't though. Let them ask if they really wanted to know, he thought. Not like they probably didn't see it all on the CCTV anyway. Just another indignity he'd never live down.
He made it all the way to his desk in uncomfortable silence and began trying up a report on something totally unrelated.
'Oh, come on, Owen,' Gwen said, predictably the first to crumble. 'Spill the beans. Tell us what it was like.'
'Slimy,' he said, giving her a blunt, one word answer.
'Jack said it looked like you were enjoying it,' she continued on, though carefully avoiding admitting she thought that same thing.
The statement incensed him, even if it was true. He was never going to admit to it. 'Well, next time one of those tentacly alien things comes through the rift, you can go in there and have it try to mate with you.'
'I tried,' Jack yelled over the top of them, 'but you all told me I wasn't allowed!'
Owen could sense the team's eyes on him as he entered the main hub. He'd been downstairs for ages and now they were all looking at him and waiting for him to say something. He didn't though. Let them ask if they really wanted to know, he thought. Not like they probably didn't see it all on the CCTV anyway. Just another indignity he'd never live down.
He made it all the way to his desk in uncomfortable silence and began trying up a report on something totally unrelated.
'Oh, come on, Owen,' Gwen said, predictably the first to crumble. 'Spill the beans. Tell us what it was like.'
'Slimy,' he said, giving her a blunt, one word answer.
'Jack said it looked like you were enjoying it,' she continued on, though carefully avoiding admitting she thought that same thing.
The statement incensed him, even if it was true. He was never going to admit to it. 'Well, next time one of those tentacly alien things comes through the rift, you can go in there and have it try to mate with you.'
'I tried,' Jack yelled over the top of them, 'but you all told me I wasn't allowed!'
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