Drabble_weekly Challenge 503 - White lies
Jun. 6th, 2026 08:01 pmTitle: White lies
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: Spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "The last beacon"
Author notes: Written for Challenge 503 - Bicker at
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Summary: For their own sakes, Owen and Ianto are going to have to work together. A triple drabble.
Before the lift could reach the bottom, Owen turned to Ianto. ‘Remember, if he starts losing it, you play dumb, keep quiet and let me take the rap, okay?’
Ianto frowned. ‘Okay. I don't like it, but okay,’ he said, reluctantly agreeing to stick to the plan.
Owen nodded. ‘Good,’ then rubbed his backside. ‘God, the seats on that bus were murder.’
Ianto managed a grin at that.
The lift opened and the cogwheel door rolled away. Both of them held their breath. All they had to do was make it to Jack's office and back.
Jack looked up from his desk as they came and hovered at the doorway. ‘You're back,’ he declared. ‘How was Hengoedd?’
‘It was a shit hole.’
‘Owen…’ Ianto warned.
‘Fine. It was a slightly picturesque, not entirely horrible shit hole,’ Owen clarified.
Jack didn't even blink at the description. ‘Find anything?’
Ianto shook his head. ‘Nope.’
‘Not a sausage.’
‘Really?’
Owen shrugged. ‘We were there for two days and then the signal, or whatever it was, was gone.’
‘No trace of anything weird there,’ Ianto added.
‘Unless you count the number of “New Yummys.” Seriously though, I'm glad we didn't call in the rest of the team. Waste of everyone's time.’
Jack barely paused a beat. ‘Okay.’ And that was that. They were dismissed. What a relief. Everything they'd seen would remain secret. The last beacon of the Talliscotians would forever be an unsolved mystery. They'd gotten away with it.
‘Wait,’ Jack finally said, forcing them to turn back around and see his eyebrows knotting together. ‘Are you sure nothing happened?’
‘Nothing.’
Ianto frowned back. ‘Why do you ask?’
Jack's eyes narrowed further. ‘You're not bickering and at each other's throats. That never happens.’
‘You weren't on the bus ride home. It was murder.’
Before the lift could reach the bottom, Owen turned to Ianto. ‘Remember, if he starts losing it, you play dumb, keep quiet and let me take the rap, okay?’
Ianto frowned. ‘Okay. I don't like it, but okay,’ he said, reluctantly agreeing to stick to the plan.
Owen nodded. ‘Good,’ then rubbed his backside. ‘God, the seats on that bus were murder.’
Ianto managed a grin at that.
The lift opened and the cogwheel door rolled away. Both of them held their breath. All they had to do was make it to Jack's office and back.
Jack looked up from his desk as they came and hovered at the doorway. ‘You're back,’ he declared. ‘How was Hengoedd?’
‘It was a shit hole.’
‘Owen…’ Ianto warned.
‘Fine. It was a slightly picturesque, not entirely horrible shit hole,’ Owen clarified.
Jack didn't even blink at the description. ‘Find anything?’
Ianto shook his head. ‘Nope.’
‘Not a sausage.’
‘Really?’
Owen shrugged. ‘We were there for two days and then the signal, or whatever it was, was gone.’
‘No trace of anything weird there,’ Ianto added.
‘Unless you count the number of “New Yummys.” Seriously though, I'm glad we didn't call in the rest of the team. Waste of everyone's time.’
Jack barely paused a beat. ‘Okay.’ And that was that. They were dismissed. What a relief. Everything they'd seen would remain secret. The last beacon of the Talliscotians would forever be an unsolved mystery. They'd gotten away with it.
‘Wait,’ Jack finally said, forcing them to turn back around and see his eyebrows knotting together. ‘Are you sure nothing happened?’
‘Nothing.’
Ianto frowned back. ‘Why do you ask?’
Jack's eyes narrowed further. ‘You're not bickering and at each other's throats. That never happens.’
‘You weren't on the bus ride home. It was murder.’
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Date: 2026-06-06 11:37 am (UTC)I'm sure Owen and Ianto will be back to bickering soon.