Challenge 815 - Mind your tongue
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m_findlowTitle: Mind your tongue
Character: Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 815 - Fiddle at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is behaving somewhat strangely. A double drabble.
As Owen and Jack carried the heavy crate between them towards the archives, the brittle rope handle on Owen’s side gave way, pershing in his hand and sending the crate, and its contents, to the floor. One of the large metal objects that had been in the crate managed to fall squarely on his foot, thudding rather than crashing on the concrete like the rest of the items.
‘Oh, for f—’ Owen grimaced as if he might explode for holding something in, ‘…fiddlesticks sake!’ he exclaimed.
Jack arched an eyebrow at him. ‘Fiddlesticks? Who the hell under the age of ninety says fiddlesticks?’
‘Shut up,’ Owen said, kneeling down to start gathering back up the displaced items back in the crate. ‘You could at least help,’ he complained as Jack stood there looking at him as if he’d been taken over by some alien force. He harrumphed and tossed the metal object loudly back in the crate. ‘I’m not possessed, so stop looking at me like you want to have me locked up and analysed.’
‘Owen Harper not swearing?’ Jack challenged. ‘Of course I was suspicious.’
‘Yeah, well, Ianto bet a hundred quid I couldn’t go a week without swearing.’
As Owen and Jack carried the heavy crate between them towards the archives, the brittle rope handle on Owen’s side gave way, pershing in his hand and sending the crate, and its contents, to the floor. One of the large metal objects that had been in the crate managed to fall squarely on his foot, thudding rather than crashing on the concrete like the rest of the items.
‘Oh, for f—’ Owen grimaced as if he might explode for holding something in, ‘…fiddlesticks sake!’ he exclaimed.
Jack arched an eyebrow at him. ‘Fiddlesticks? Who the hell under the age of ninety says fiddlesticks?’
‘Shut up,’ Owen said, kneeling down to start gathering back up the displaced items back in the crate. ‘You could at least help,’ he complained as Jack stood there looking at him as if he’d been taken over by some alien force. He harrumphed and tossed the metal object loudly back in the crate. ‘I’m not possessed, so stop looking at me like you want to have me locked up and analysed.’
‘Owen Harper not swearing?’ Jack challenged. ‘Of course I was suspicious.’
‘Yeah, well, Ianto bet a hundred quid I couldn’t go a week without swearing.’
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Date: 2024-06-02 09:55 am (UTC)