Challenge 838 - Hot work
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m_findlowTitle: Hot work
Character: Owen, Tosh, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 838 - Sweat at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Things are heating up at the hub. A double drabble.
‘It's like a sauna in here,’ Owen complained, feeling a trickle of salty liquid roll down his forehead and into his eye, making it sting as he tried to blink it away.
‘Pass me that two millimetre screwdriver,’ Tosh said, crouched even further inside the rift machine than it seemed possible without actually becoming fused to the workings.
Owen blinked again, but the sweat was making his eyes hurt too much to open them. ‘I can’t see the sodding toolbox,’ he said. ‘It’s too bloody hot in here.’
Tosh wiped her brow. ‘Says you who’s standing half outside the panel,’ she replied. ‘Imagine what it’s like for me.’
‘Can’t we take a break?’
‘The rift machine is on the fritz, becoming dangerously overheated and you want a break?’
‘Yeah, alright,’ Owen conceded. He rummaged with eyes closed until he felt the right tool to hand, passing it deep inside. ‘I thought Ianto was bringing back ice for us?’
‘I was,’ came the reply, Ianto appearing seemingly from nowhere, no tie and sleeves rolled up past his elbows, ‘except the circuits to the freezer got overloaded and now we’ve just got a whole lot of melt.’
‘I know how it feels.’
‘It's like a sauna in here,’ Owen complained, feeling a trickle of salty liquid roll down his forehead and into his eye, making it sting as he tried to blink it away.
‘Pass me that two millimetre screwdriver,’ Tosh said, crouched even further inside the rift machine than it seemed possible without actually becoming fused to the workings.
Owen blinked again, but the sweat was making his eyes hurt too much to open them. ‘I can’t see the sodding toolbox,’ he said. ‘It’s too bloody hot in here.’
Tosh wiped her brow. ‘Says you who’s standing half outside the panel,’ she replied. ‘Imagine what it’s like for me.’
‘Can’t we take a break?’
‘The rift machine is on the fritz, becoming dangerously overheated and you want a break?’
‘Yeah, alright,’ Owen conceded. He rummaged with eyes closed until he felt the right tool to hand, passing it deep inside. ‘I thought Ianto was bringing back ice for us?’
‘I was,’ came the reply, Ianto appearing seemingly from nowhere, no tie and sleeves rolled up past his elbows, ‘except the circuits to the freezer got overloaded and now we’ve just got a whole lot of melt.’
‘I know how it feels.’
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Date: 2024-11-10 10:53 am (UTC)