Challenge 839 - Hole in one
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m_findlowTitle: Hole in one
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 839 - Hole at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The rift is coming in under par. A double drabble.
‘Today is a good day,’ Jack announced, taking off across the fairway in search of their latest quarry.
‘How is it good?’ Owen grumbled, lumped with carrying all the gear that Jack had conveniently left behind.
‘You’re always complaining about trying to find needles in haystacks. Just look at this place,’ Jack said, sweeping his arms wide. ‘Immaculately maintained greens for miles. It couldn't be easier to spot. Even you can’t deny that.’
It was true that there were worse places to be searching. Owen had experienced most of them first hand. Still, that didn’t mean he enjoyed it ruining his day off any less. ‘Fine, oh illustrious leader,’ Owen replied. ‘So, where is it?’
Jack looked around, unable to see anything across the undulating greenery. ‘I suppose it could have dropped into a bunker,’ he admitted, taking strides towards the pale sandy trap, and leaning over the edge to inspect it. ‘Nope, nothing there.’
Owen smirked. ‘Couldn't be easier, you said?’
Jack gritted his teeth, scanning the fairway again. It had to be here. Tosh’s program was accurate to fifty yards. He stopped and looked down at his feet, then grinned, reaching down. ‘We got a hole in one!’
‘Today is a good day,’ Jack announced, taking off across the fairway in search of their latest quarry.
‘How is it good?’ Owen grumbled, lumped with carrying all the gear that Jack had conveniently left behind.
‘You’re always complaining about trying to find needles in haystacks. Just look at this place,’ Jack said, sweeping his arms wide. ‘Immaculately maintained greens for miles. It couldn't be easier to spot. Even you can’t deny that.’
It was true that there were worse places to be searching. Owen had experienced most of them first hand. Still, that didn’t mean he enjoyed it ruining his day off any less. ‘Fine, oh illustrious leader,’ Owen replied. ‘So, where is it?’
Jack looked around, unable to see anything across the undulating greenery. ‘I suppose it could have dropped into a bunker,’ he admitted, taking strides towards the pale sandy trap, and leaning over the edge to inspect it. ‘Nope, nothing there.’
Owen smirked. ‘Couldn't be easier, you said?’
Jack gritted his teeth, scanning the fairway again. It had to be here. Tosh’s program was accurate to fifty yards. He stopped and looked down at his feet, then grinned, reaching down. ‘We got a hole in one!’
