Challenge 938 - Hobby enthusiast
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m_findlowTitle: Hobby enthusiast
Character: Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 938 - Garden at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: No one knows what to make of Owen's interest in plants. A double drabble.
Jack had his scepticism when Owen had flagged an interest in alien botany. Owen was a great doctor, even if his people skills were often lacking finesse. It wasn’t that he was incapable of compassion, else he never would have pursued a career in medicine, but in between acts of kindness and empathy he could be a real sod. Perhaps that was why plants were better than people. They didn’t talk back or dump their life story on you.
What impressed Jack most was that in the space of eighteen months, the space upstairs where they had kept a handful of alien plants had become a veritable garden of eden as owen cultivated species, sometimes from just a single seed, so that they could learn more about them and what medicinal properties they might contain.
The rest of them happily confessed to lacking any kind of green thumb but Owen was a natural. He was happiest when he was cutting up bodies or misting his collection of weird and wonderful flora. If things progressed any further, they were going to need a bigger hothouse.
Jack just prayed that nothing alien decided it enjoyed Owen's care and took over the hub.
Jack had his scepticism when Owen had flagged an interest in alien botany. Owen was a great doctor, even if his people skills were often lacking finesse. It wasn’t that he was incapable of compassion, else he never would have pursued a career in medicine, but in between acts of kindness and empathy he could be a real sod. Perhaps that was why plants were better than people. They didn’t talk back or dump their life story on you.
What impressed Jack most was that in the space of eighteen months, the space upstairs where they had kept a handful of alien plants had become a veritable garden of eden as owen cultivated species, sometimes from just a single seed, so that they could learn more about them and what medicinal properties they might contain.
The rest of them happily confessed to lacking any kind of green thumb but Owen was a natural. He was happiest when he was cutting up bodies or misting his collection of weird and wonderful flora. If things progressed any further, they were going to need a bigger hothouse.
Jack just prayed that nothing alien decided it enjoyed Owen's care and took over the hub.
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Date: 2026-10-11 09:36 am (UTC)