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m_findlowTitle: Sweet repose
Fandom: Torchwood
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Tosh, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 349 - Sweet at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Owen is greeted by a sight he finds difficult to stomach first thing in the morning. A double drabble.
‘God, I think I just vomited into my brain,’ Owen moaned as he wandered towards his desk with Gwen in tow.
‘Shh!’ Tosh hissed, holding a finger to her lips, not that Owen took much notice of it.
‘Aw, don't they look sweet?’ Gwen whispered, referring to her two teammates cuddled awkwardly on the sofa, both still upright but for the fact that they were using each other's head or shoulders for a pillow, arms loosely wrapped in an impossible tangle as they slept.
‘Can’t they just get a room like normal people?’ Owen asked, dropping his jacket on the desk without worrying about the noise as the leather slapped against the metal surface.
‘According to the rift and recent file logs they didn’t get in until after five this morning,’ Tosh said, keeping her voice low. ‘Rogue weevils down by the docks. Small wonder they're both exhausted, what with having been up most of last night as well. You should be grateful you didn't get called in to assist.’
Owen snorted. ‘I’d be more grateful for not seeing that first thing. Still, it's nice having Jack quiet for a change. If he snores though, he’ll get a rude awakening.’
‘God, I think I just vomited into my brain,’ Owen moaned as he wandered towards his desk with Gwen in tow.
‘Shh!’ Tosh hissed, holding a finger to her lips, not that Owen took much notice of it.
‘Aw, don't they look sweet?’ Gwen whispered, referring to her two teammates cuddled awkwardly on the sofa, both still upright but for the fact that they were using each other's head or shoulders for a pillow, arms loosely wrapped in an impossible tangle as they slept.
‘Can’t they just get a room like normal people?’ Owen asked, dropping his jacket on the desk without worrying about the noise as the leather slapped against the metal surface.
‘According to the rift and recent file logs they didn’t get in until after five this morning,’ Tosh said, keeping her voice low. ‘Rogue weevils down by the docks. Small wonder they're both exhausted, what with having been up most of last night as well. You should be grateful you didn't get called in to assist.’
Owen snorted. ‘I’d be more grateful for not seeing that first thing. Still, it's nice having Jack quiet for a change. If he snores though, he’ll get a rude awakening.’
