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m_findlowTitle: On the rocks
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 443 - Quarrel at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Gwen's and Owen's shift in mood hasn't gone unnoticed. A triple drabble.
Jack spotted Gwen and Owen’s arrival back at the hub, watching them from behind the large glass window of his office. Their body language was stiff, their attitude towards each other cold and indifferent. There was no banter, no tete a tete. Not even a mutual sense of annoyance at a wasted morning that turned up nothing useful in their investigations. Something was up.
‘Tosh, have you got that historical rift data for me yet?’ Gwen asked, splitting off from Owen at the first opportunity, plonking herself down at her computer so she didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone.
Owen shucked his leather jacket, trading it for his lab coat as he descended the steps. ‘Ianto, have you finished inventorying my cupboard or do you plan on getting under my feet while I’m knee deep in autopsy?’
‘I’ve emailed you everything I could find, along with some correlative analysis,’ Tosh reported back.
‘It’s all done. Fresh supplies are on order, and a thank you wouldn't go astray either,’ Ianto replied.
Jack followed the attractive silhouette of their general support officer all the way, past the desk and through his office doorway. ‘Someone's been quarrelling,’ he remarked. He left the comment there, waiting for Ianto to fill in the rest. Ianto always had the best gossip, and it was never deemed too unseemly to share it with his boss. It wasn’t gossip at that point, it was simply news.
‘I think they’re having an affair,’ came the unvarnished reply.
Jack made a mental note to reward Ianto for his perceptiveness later. He eased back in his chair and spared a look over his shoulder. ‘Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.’
‘She hasn’t broken up with Rhys.’
‘I know,’ Jack replied. ‘It’ll end in tears, one way or another.’
Jack spotted Gwen and Owen’s arrival back at the hub, watching them from behind the large glass window of his office. Their body language was stiff, their attitude towards each other cold and indifferent. There was no banter, no tete a tete. Not even a mutual sense of annoyance at a wasted morning that turned up nothing useful in their investigations. Something was up.
‘Tosh, have you got that historical rift data for me yet?’ Gwen asked, splitting off from Owen at the first opportunity, plonking herself down at her computer so she didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone.
Owen shucked his leather jacket, trading it for his lab coat as he descended the steps. ‘Ianto, have you finished inventorying my cupboard or do you plan on getting under my feet while I’m knee deep in autopsy?’
‘I’ve emailed you everything I could find, along with some correlative analysis,’ Tosh reported back.
‘It’s all done. Fresh supplies are on order, and a thank you wouldn't go astray either,’ Ianto replied.
Jack followed the attractive silhouette of their general support officer all the way, past the desk and through his office doorway. ‘Someone's been quarrelling,’ he remarked. He left the comment there, waiting for Ianto to fill in the rest. Ianto always had the best gossip, and it was never deemed too unseemly to share it with his boss. It wasn’t gossip at that point, it was simply news.
‘I think they’re having an affair,’ came the unvarnished reply.
Jack made a mental note to reward Ianto for his perceptiveness later. He eased back in his chair and spared a look over his shoulder. ‘Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.’
‘She hasn’t broken up with Rhys.’
‘I know,’ Jack replied. ‘It’ll end in tears, one way or another.’
