Torchwood: Fanfic: Worth a try

[m_findlow]

Title: Worth a try
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 673 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Torchwood, Jack, you can't protect the universe from me. Not unless you chop it off, and even then I'm not sure that would stop me." at fic_promptly
Summary: Owen is jealous of Jack's easy way with women.

Owen cringed as he watched Jack lean casually over the bar, chatting up the attractive brunette clearing up from last night's shift. For someone who'd witnessed an alien coming in and eating people alive, right there on the dance floor, she was remarkably well adjusted. Most people would be freaking out or in tears by now. Or perhaps it was just that she was distracted by Jack's attempts to flirt with her.

It pissed him off. If he'd tried to do that, she'd have told him to piss off and probably call for one of the bouncers to come and get him out of her line of sight. How was it that Jack always managed to charm everyone he came into contact with? It wasn't fair. He could've had anyone he wanted. Why did he have to try and muscle in on everyone else's chances at a decent looking bird?

The tinkling sound of her laughter irritated him as he tried to pull the remnants of the body into the black bag, feeling the still warm blood through his thin surgical gloves. Jack was meant to be here helping him, but tempting as it was to yell at his boss to get his arse over here and pitch in, he knew he'd just look like an arsehole in front of that pretty barmaid. Instead he opted for coughing loudly.

'Excuse me while I go help my colleague,' he heard Jack say, sauntering over and standing over Owen where he was knelt on the floor. 'Did you want something?'

Owen sat back on his haunches. 'Get me a pen and I'll make a list,' he quipped.

Jack smiled and folded his arms across his chest, trying to look authoritative. 'You almost done with this?'

'Would've been done sooner if I'd had some help.'

'I was obtaining valuable information. Or would you rather we have no clue how to track down an alien intent on eating people?'

'Unless he's hiding out at her place, I think you've exhausted that avenue of questioning. We're supposed to be protecting the city from aliens but half the time I think it's you we need to protect people from. Is there anyone in this city you haven't shagged?'

Jack chuckled at the comment, taking it as complimentary. 'You can't protect the universe from me. Not unless you chop it off, and even then I'm not sure that would stop me.'

'That is way more information than I needed to know.' The last thing he needed was a mental image of Jack's family jewels, as much as castration might have been enjoyable if he thought it could temper his boss's sexual overtones.

'Offer's open if you want it,' Jack said, happily taunting Owen. 'I'm sure I could convince Sarah that a three way would be fun.'

'God help me if I ever need help from you getting a date.'

Jack left him to it, striding out through the door towards the car, but not before tipping a salute to the barmaid on his way out. That she gave him one back only incensed Owen more.

Owen groaned and grabbed the top end of the body bag, dragging it towards the door. He spared the girl a look as she watched him. Waste not, want not, he decided.

'Sorry about all this. Fancy catching up some time?'

She pulled a disgusted face. 'What, you and the dead body? Sorry, not into that kind of thing, but you couldn't give this to Jack, could you?' she said, slipping him a phone number scrawled on a napkin. 'He can interrogate me anytime he likes.'

'Then you'll be disappointed to know he only shag blokes,' Owen retorted, giving the body bag another angry heave out the door. 'If you want a relationship with a real man, you just missed your chance, sweetheart.'

Sodding Jack Harkness, he thought. When they got back to the hub, he was going to ask Suzie if they had a device for medically removing body parts, starting with Jack's head.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Face it, Owen, you're hopelessly outclassed. Jack just has a certain something that you don't. It's called charm.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

No one can compete with Jack. It just comes naturally. :)