Challenge 891 - Losing weight
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m_findlowTitle: Losing weight
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 891 - Feather at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen wishes there was an easier way to move things. A triple drabble.
‘This…’ Owen puffed, ‘would be a lot easier… with three of us,’ he said, barely able to get the words out as beads of sweat began to break out across his forehead.
‘Stop complaining,’ Jack said, whose own forehead was beginning to shine with dampness. ‘It’s not my fault it's… so damn… heavy. Where did Ianto go, anyway?’
‘Probably saw this coming… a mile away,’ Owen replied. Bloody git had scarpered the moment there was something heavy to lug. Probably some pathetic excuse about having to get the kettle on for coffee. Owen silently repeated a litany of choice words for their general support officer. Next time he was due for a medical, Owen vowed to get out the exploratory implements and made sure it was as uncomfortable a process as possible.
‘Is it just me…’ Jack said, pausing to get his breath back, ‘or is the tunnel from the carpark to the hub… suddenly longer?’
Owen was about to reply when he heard Ianto’s crisp footsteps. ‘What are you two doing?’
‘What’s it look like?’ Owen snapped.
‘I told you to give me a sec,’ Ianto replied. He held up a small, tubular object and pointed it. Suddenly the object felt light as a feather, like it had disappeared from his grasp.
‘What just happened?’ Owen asked, looking confused.
‘I placed an antigravity field around it,’ Ianto replied. ‘Found this in the archives the other week. No idea why someone didn’t put it with our operational kit. Bloody handy to have if you need to shift something heavy. Doesn’t work on anything much bigger than a human, mind you, but still…’
‘Good thinking, Ianto,’ Jack praised. ‘Haven’t seen one of these in years.’
‘Found it by accident,’ he admitted. ‘Or rather, it found me. The archive roof is filthy.’
‘This…’ Owen puffed, ‘would be a lot easier… with three of us,’ he said, barely able to get the words out as beads of sweat began to break out across his forehead.
‘Stop complaining,’ Jack said, whose own forehead was beginning to shine with dampness. ‘It’s not my fault it's… so damn… heavy. Where did Ianto go, anyway?’
‘Probably saw this coming… a mile away,’ Owen replied. Bloody git had scarpered the moment there was something heavy to lug. Probably some pathetic excuse about having to get the kettle on for coffee. Owen silently repeated a litany of choice words for their general support officer. Next time he was due for a medical, Owen vowed to get out the exploratory implements and made sure it was as uncomfortable a process as possible.
‘Is it just me…’ Jack said, pausing to get his breath back, ‘or is the tunnel from the carpark to the hub… suddenly longer?’
Owen was about to reply when he heard Ianto’s crisp footsteps. ‘What are you two doing?’
‘What’s it look like?’ Owen snapped.
‘I told you to give me a sec,’ Ianto replied. He held up a small, tubular object and pointed it. Suddenly the object felt light as a feather, like it had disappeared from his grasp.
‘What just happened?’ Owen asked, looking confused.
‘I placed an antigravity field around it,’ Ianto replied. ‘Found this in the archives the other week. No idea why someone didn’t put it with our operational kit. Bloody handy to have if you need to shift something heavy. Doesn’t work on anything much bigger than a human, mind you, but still…’
‘Good thinking, Ianto,’ Jack praised. ‘Haven’t seen one of these in years.’
‘Found it by accident,’ he admitted. ‘Or rather, it found me. The archive roof is filthy.’
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Date: 2025-11-16 10:43 am (UTC)