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Challenge 855 - Going postal
Title: Going postal
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 855 - Foam at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen wishes people would stop trying to be nice to him. A double drabble.
‘That's it! This is the last time, I swear!’ Owen loudly yelled as he stomped around his medical bay in small circles, limited by the nature of the enclosed space.
Tosh curved an eyebrow at Gwen. ‘What is he threatening about this time?’ There was always something.
‘Archie sent him another present,’ Gwen replied.
‘How come Archie never sends any of the rest of us presents?’
‘You really want presents from Archie?’ Jack said, swinging past to offer his own comments. ‘He keeps sending me golf balls as if that's going to convince me to go visit and play eighteen holes with him.’ Jack shuddered. ‘I hate golf.’
‘That's not even the weirdest thing he's ever sent,’ Ianto added. ‘Remember that cuckoo clock he bought us as a wedding present? We were stuck in a time delay for days.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It had its benefits.’
‘I have alien goo all over my lab!’ Owen yelled back. ‘The least he could have done was pack the damn samples in some packing foam! They were broken when I opened it. Don't they have foam in Scotland?’
Jack smirked. ‘Maybe the foam was alien and escaped en route.’
Owen groaned. ‘Sounds about right.’
‘That's it! This is the last time, I swear!’ Owen loudly yelled as he stomped around his medical bay in small circles, limited by the nature of the enclosed space.
Tosh curved an eyebrow at Gwen. ‘What is he threatening about this time?’ There was always something.
‘Archie sent him another present,’ Gwen replied.
‘How come Archie never sends any of the rest of us presents?’
‘You really want presents from Archie?’ Jack said, swinging past to offer his own comments. ‘He keeps sending me golf balls as if that's going to convince me to go visit and play eighteen holes with him.’ Jack shuddered. ‘I hate golf.’
‘That's not even the weirdest thing he's ever sent,’ Ianto added. ‘Remember that cuckoo clock he bought us as a wedding present? We were stuck in a time delay for days.’
Jack shrugged. ‘It had its benefits.’
‘I have alien goo all over my lab!’ Owen yelled back. ‘The least he could have done was pack the damn samples in some packing foam! They were broken when I opened it. Don't they have foam in Scotland?’
Jack smirked. ‘Maybe the foam was alien and escaped en route.’
Owen groaned. ‘Sounds about right.’
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