Drabble_weekly Challenge 352 - Sunday best
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m_findlowTitle: Sunday best
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 352 - Parade at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Owen gets a rude awakening. A double drabble.
'Stop!' Ianto's voice boomed through the hub, waking Owen from where he'd been curled up on the sofa, asleep for barely an hour.
Owen growled and pushed himself up. 'Would you shut up, for Christ's sake? Some of us have been up all night and would like some bloody sleep.'
Ianto stalked past, ignoring him completely. 'Don't move!'
Owen assumed Ianto was referring to him until he followed the harsh finger pointed not in his direction, but at Jack's office down.
'Oh, God,' Owen groaned, seeing Jack standing there in nothing more than underwear and socks. That was an image he'd seen before, but not one he could erase from his memory.
'I've got things to do,' he heard Jack say, trying to step around Ianto and failing.
'You are not going to parade around in no clothes, Ianto told him.
'Which I wouldn't have to if someone hadn't stolen them all!
Ianto heaved a sigh. 'They were dirty and I've been busy. The dry cleaners reopen at nine. Can't you just wait two hours?'
Jack finally managed to skirt around his determined lover. 'The world waits for no man, Ianto Jones.'
Owen snorted. 'And we choose to follow you?'
'Stop!' Ianto's voice boomed through the hub, waking Owen from where he'd been curled up on the sofa, asleep for barely an hour.
Owen growled and pushed himself up. 'Would you shut up, for Christ's sake? Some of us have been up all night and would like some bloody sleep.'
Ianto stalked past, ignoring him completely. 'Don't move!'
Owen assumed Ianto was referring to him until he followed the harsh finger pointed not in his direction, but at Jack's office down.
'Oh, God,' Owen groaned, seeing Jack standing there in nothing more than underwear and socks. That was an image he'd seen before, but not one he could erase from his memory.
'I've got things to do,' he heard Jack say, trying to step around Ianto and failing.
'You are not going to parade around in no clothes, Ianto told him.
'Which I wouldn't have to if someone hadn't stolen them all!
Ianto heaved a sigh. 'They were dirty and I've been busy. The dry cleaners reopen at nine. Can't you just wait two hours?'
Jack finally managed to skirt around his determined lover. 'The world waits for no man, Ianto Jones.'
Owen snorted. 'And we choose to follow you?'
