Challenge 881 - Just cause
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m_findlowTitle: Just cause
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 881 - Official at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack has pissed off the police and now they're getting their revenge. A double drabble.
‘I want to register an official complaint!’ Jack said, hands pressed to the cold metal door, his fury raging out through the small flap that hung open only long enough for him to get the words out before the officer on the other side slammed it back up, bolt slid across so that he could rage only at the door from here on in.
‘Yeah, cause that'll work,’ Owen snarked, already taking up residence on the thin rubber mattress, coveting the more comfortable corner of the police custody cell.
‘We gave them our authorisation numbers,’ Jack fumed. ‘They're supposed to comply and release us immediately. They can't hold us like this!’
Well, maybe if someone hadn't been a colossal prick to the arresting officer, Owen thought, remembering the fiery exchange word for word so that he could recount it to the rest of the team later. This was just revenge now. The coppers would make them stew for twelve hours, without so much as a meal or a toilet break.
Only when their names popped up on Torchwood's computer systems would someone come down and bail them out. And then the police commissioner would give someone the bollocking they deserved.
‘I want to register an official complaint!’ Jack said, hands pressed to the cold metal door, his fury raging out through the small flap that hung open only long enough for him to get the words out before the officer on the other side slammed it back up, bolt slid across so that he could rage only at the door from here on in.
‘Yeah, cause that'll work,’ Owen snarked, already taking up residence on the thin rubber mattress, coveting the more comfortable corner of the police custody cell.
‘We gave them our authorisation numbers,’ Jack fumed. ‘They're supposed to comply and release us immediately. They can't hold us like this!’
Well, maybe if someone hadn't been a colossal prick to the arresting officer, Owen thought, remembering the fiery exchange word for word so that he could recount it to the rest of the team later. This was just revenge now. The coppers would make them stew for twelve hours, without so much as a meal or a toilet break.
Only when their names popped up on Torchwood's computer systems would someone come down and bail them out. And then the police commissioner would give someone the bollocking they deserved.
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Date: 2025-09-07 09:38 am (UTC)