Challenge 824 - No rest for the wicked
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m_findlowTitle: No rest for the wicked
Character: Owen, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 824 - Miserable at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: There's no to time celebrate when you work for Torchwood. A double drabble.
‘Another alien threat down,’ Owen said, sounding pleased with himself as he sat in the passenger seat whilst Jack skipped through a red light on the way back to the hub. ‘I’m starving. Who’s for pizza? I’ll call Ianto and get him on it so they’re ready by the time we roll through the door.’
‘So long as it’s not that Flaming Siesta thing again,’ Jack complained. ‘My taste buds haven’t regenerated since the last time you burned them all off.’
Owen laughed. ‘What’s wrong, Harkness? Can you take a little heat?’
‘I like many things hot and spicy,’ he replied, ‘just not my pizza toppings.’
‘Meat feast it is, then,’ Owen said, punching in Ianto’s number. ‘Oi, Teaboy, round us up a half dozen regulars from Jubilee pronto.’
‘Sure, but you might want to check out the alert I just sent you first. Disturbances in the Splott area. Sounds like a weevil turf war to me.’
There was an audible groan. ‘Sometimes I think you enjoy making us miserable,’ Owen said.
‘I don’t control the rift,’ Ianto replied. ‘I just report on what it spits out. How you choose to feel about it has nothing to do with me.’
‘Another alien threat down,’ Owen said, sounding pleased with himself as he sat in the passenger seat whilst Jack skipped through a red light on the way back to the hub. ‘I’m starving. Who’s for pizza? I’ll call Ianto and get him on it so they’re ready by the time we roll through the door.’
‘So long as it’s not that Flaming Siesta thing again,’ Jack complained. ‘My taste buds haven’t regenerated since the last time you burned them all off.’
Owen laughed. ‘What’s wrong, Harkness? Can you take a little heat?’
‘I like many things hot and spicy,’ he replied, ‘just not my pizza toppings.’
‘Meat feast it is, then,’ Owen said, punching in Ianto’s number. ‘Oi, Teaboy, round us up a half dozen regulars from Jubilee pronto.’
‘Sure, but you might want to check out the alert I just sent you first. Disturbances in the Splott area. Sounds like a weevil turf war to me.’
There was an audible groan. ‘Sometimes I think you enjoy making us miserable,’ Owen said.
‘I don’t control the rift,’ Ianto replied. ‘I just report on what it spits out. How you choose to feel about it has nothing to do with me.’
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Date: 2024-08-04 08:49 am (UTC)