Challenge 887 - Pointless hypothesis
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m_findlowTitle: Pointless hypothesis
Character: Owen, PC Andy
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 887 - Useful / Useless at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen hates being sent out to investigate when Jack already has his answers. A double drabble.
‘Guh,’ Owen uttered as he pulled his car up to the scene, watching police slowly rolling out reams of yellow tape, making a mess of things. ‘Could you at least try not to be totally useless?’ he called out, spotting PC Andy Davidson milling about, presumably supervising their efforts.
‘We are making the scene safe for the public,’ he replied.
‘Yeah, cause no one is gonna notice a bloody great crater in the middle of the road.’
‘You'd be surprised,’ came the dry response.
Owen rolled his eyes. At least he didn't have Jack here, waffling on about subsidence. That was his answer for everything to the point where they all groaned when he uttered the word. Sometimes a sink-hole was just a bloody sink-hole; nothing alien about it.
Owen cautiously approached the edge, pointing his scanner at it and taking readings of all the usual things. Jack was in his ear immediately, as if he'd hacked some neighbour's security camera and was watching him. ‘Well? Is it subsidence?’
Owen checked the data on his scanner. Bollocks. Why did Jack always have to be right? What were the odds of that?
‘Don't know why you wasted time sending me here.’
‘Guh,’ Owen uttered as he pulled his car up to the scene, watching police slowly rolling out reams of yellow tape, making a mess of things. ‘Could you at least try not to be totally useless?’ he called out, spotting PC Andy Davidson milling about, presumably supervising their efforts.
‘We are making the scene safe for the public,’ he replied.
‘Yeah, cause no one is gonna notice a bloody great crater in the middle of the road.’
‘You'd be surprised,’ came the dry response.
Owen rolled his eyes. At least he didn't have Jack here, waffling on about subsidence. That was his answer for everything to the point where they all groaned when he uttered the word. Sometimes a sink-hole was just a bloody sink-hole; nothing alien about it.
Owen cautiously approached the edge, pointing his scanner at it and taking readings of all the usual things. Jack was in his ear immediately, as if he'd hacked some neighbour's security camera and was watching him. ‘Well? Is it subsidence?’
Owen checked the data on his scanner. Bollocks. Why did Jack always have to be right? What were the odds of that?
‘Don't know why you wasted time sending me here.’
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Date: 2025-10-19 09:39 am (UTC)