Drabble_weekly Challenge 482 - Miles away
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m_findlowTitle: Miles away
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 482 - On the road again at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Owen is peeved about being sent on a road trip. A triple drabble.
‘Tosh! Owen!’ Jack called out. ‘We’ve got rift disturbances out near Talbot Green. Need you to go check it out.’
‘No worries!’ Tosh chimed back, already reaching for the SUV’s car keys just as Owen swept by and snatched them up before she could wrap her hand around them. ‘Hey!’ she cried. ‘I was going to drive.’
‘No chance,’ Owen said, leaving her to skip after him since he clearly wasn’t waiting for her. She scooped up her things and swept them quickly into her shoulder bag and hurried after him.
‘Sodding Talbot Green,’ she heard him mutter as he plipped the locks on the car, indicator lights flashing amber.
‘Problem?’ Tosh asked.
‘Yeah, actually,’ Owen said, gripping the driver-side door. ‘How come every time there’s a bloody rift thing that’s miles away, it's always our job?’
‘That’s what Torchwood does,’ she replied, wondering if it was a trick question.
‘No, I don't mean why does Torchwood have to go. I mean, why do you and I, or Gwen always have to go? But when it’s something just around the corner. “Don’t worry. Ianto and I have got this!” They never have to drive bloody sodding miles.’
‘Well…’ Tosh began. ‘Maybe Jack doesn’t like to be too far from the hub? You know, in case something big happens and we need to mobilise quickly. Or maybe in case his Doctor turns up,’ she suggested.
Owen cocked his head as he threw her a look over the SUV’s bonnet. ‘Really? You don’t think it’s more likely “Hey, Ianto, now that we've finally got Owen and Tosh out for the next four hours, how about we shag on Owen’s autopsy table, or Tosh’s desk?”
‘They wouldn’t,’ she replied, then paused. ‘My desk?’
Owen shrugged. ‘You're right. Suddenly being miles away sounds brilliant.’
‘Tosh! Owen!’ Jack called out. ‘We’ve got rift disturbances out near Talbot Green. Need you to go check it out.’
‘No worries!’ Tosh chimed back, already reaching for the SUV’s car keys just as Owen swept by and snatched them up before she could wrap her hand around them. ‘Hey!’ she cried. ‘I was going to drive.’
‘No chance,’ Owen said, leaving her to skip after him since he clearly wasn’t waiting for her. She scooped up her things and swept them quickly into her shoulder bag and hurried after him.
‘Sodding Talbot Green,’ she heard him mutter as he plipped the locks on the car, indicator lights flashing amber.
‘Problem?’ Tosh asked.
‘Yeah, actually,’ Owen said, gripping the driver-side door. ‘How come every time there’s a bloody rift thing that’s miles away, it's always our job?’
‘That’s what Torchwood does,’ she replied, wondering if it was a trick question.
‘No, I don't mean why does Torchwood have to go. I mean, why do you and I, or Gwen always have to go? But when it’s something just around the corner. “Don’t worry. Ianto and I have got this!” They never have to drive bloody sodding miles.’
‘Well…’ Tosh began. ‘Maybe Jack doesn’t like to be too far from the hub? You know, in case something big happens and we need to mobilise quickly. Or maybe in case his Doctor turns up,’ she suggested.
Owen cocked his head as he threw her a look over the SUV’s bonnet. ‘Really? You don’t think it’s more likely “Hey, Ianto, now that we've finally got Owen and Tosh out for the next four hours, how about we shag on Owen’s autopsy table, or Tosh’s desk?”
‘They wouldn’t,’ she replied, then paused. ‘My desk?’
Owen shrugged. ‘You're right. Suddenly being miles away sounds brilliant.’
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Date: 2026-01-03 10:39 am (UTC)