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m_findlowTitle: The postman always rings twice
Character: Rhys, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 803 - Knock at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood doesn't maintain regular hours. A double drabble.
Rhys groaned at the sound of someone knocking on their apartment door. He cracked open a sleep-crusted eye to confirm the exact time. 3.36am. Joy.
‘Don’t do it, Gwen,’ he mumbled, feeling her already moving to get out of bed, about sixty seconds from being fully dressed and ready to dash out the door. ‘Torchwood isn’t paying you enough for being on call twenty four hours a day. Whatever the crisis is, can’t it wait until morning?’
‘Doesn’t work that way, Rhys,’ she apologised, tugging on yesterday’s jeans.
There was more knocking, and it was getting louder and more insistent. ‘We bloody heard you!’ Rhys yelled, before trying to stuff his head under his pillow. ‘You telling that sodding Jack Harkness that if he bangs on our door one more bloody time I'm getting up and taking my cricket bat to his kneecaps.’
Gwen leaned over him and kissed his forehead before ruffling a hand through his hair. ‘You can tell him yourself next time you see him. Except that Jack doesn’t knock, he just barges in. That’s Ianto out there. Only he’s at least polite enough to knock for two minutes before picking your locks and coming in.’
Rhys groaned at the sound of someone knocking on their apartment door. He cracked open a sleep-crusted eye to confirm the exact time. 3.36am. Joy.
‘Don’t do it, Gwen,’ he mumbled, feeling her already moving to get out of bed, about sixty seconds from being fully dressed and ready to dash out the door. ‘Torchwood isn’t paying you enough for being on call twenty four hours a day. Whatever the crisis is, can’t it wait until morning?’
‘Doesn’t work that way, Rhys,’ she apologised, tugging on yesterday’s jeans.
There was more knocking, and it was getting louder and more insistent. ‘We bloody heard you!’ Rhys yelled, before trying to stuff his head under his pillow. ‘You telling that sodding Jack Harkness that if he bangs on our door one more bloody time I'm getting up and taking my cricket bat to his kneecaps.’
Gwen leaned over him and kissed his forehead before ruffling a hand through his hair. ‘You can tell him yourself next time you see him. Except that Jack doesn’t knock, he just barges in. That’s Ianto out there. Only he’s at least polite enough to knock for two minutes before picking your locks and coming in.’
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:13 am (UTC)