Challenge 750 - Every man for himself
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m_findlowTitle: Every man for himself
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 750 - Split at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto should have known better. A double drabble.
'I'm bloody starving,' Owen complained as he slumped in the driver's seat of the SUV, parked in the street watching a commercial warehouse, waiting to see if Gwen's police informant was right about suspected trafficking of alien goods.
'You're always starving,' Ianto replied, yawning as he checked the time in his watch, reading three am. 'Should've had that sandwich I offered before we left.'
'It was egg and lettuce.'
'What's wrong with that?' Everyone loved Ianto's sandwiches, because he added something secret to the mayonnaise and wouldn't tell them what it was that made them taste so good.
'I hate egg sandwiches,' came the blunt reply. 'And I didn't think we'd be stuck here all bloody night.'
Ianto sighed and reached forward, rifling through the glove box before landing on a muesli bar and double checking the best before date. 'Here, this should tide you over.'
Owen snatched it, tearing off the wrapper, taking a huge bite out of it, chewing loudly and contentedly. 'God, that's good.'
'Um, weren't you going to split that in two and share?'
Owen frowned as he chewed. 'You had a bloody sandwich.'
'That was ten hours ago!'
Owen shrugged. 'Too late to share now.'
'I'm bloody starving,' Owen complained as he slumped in the driver's seat of the SUV, parked in the street watching a commercial warehouse, waiting to see if Gwen's police informant was right about suspected trafficking of alien goods.
'You're always starving,' Ianto replied, yawning as he checked the time in his watch, reading three am. 'Should've had that sandwich I offered before we left.'
'It was egg and lettuce.'
'What's wrong with that?' Everyone loved Ianto's sandwiches, because he added something secret to the mayonnaise and wouldn't tell them what it was that made them taste so good.
'I hate egg sandwiches,' came the blunt reply. 'And I didn't think we'd be stuck here all bloody night.'
Ianto sighed and reached forward, rifling through the glove box before landing on a muesli bar and double checking the best before date. 'Here, this should tide you over.'
Owen snatched it, tearing off the wrapper, taking a huge bite out of it, chewing loudly and contentedly. 'God, that's good.'
'Um, weren't you going to split that in two and share?'
Owen frowned as he chewed. 'You had a bloody sandwich.'
'That was ten hours ago!'
Owen shrugged. 'Too late to share now.'
