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Title: Top gear
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Tosh, Owen, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 99 - Hood at anythingdrabble
Summary: Jack and Tosh are highly excited by Jack's newest toy.

'No peeking,' Jack warned, keeping his hands firmly over Tosh's eyes as he lead her blindly down the corridor.

'I'm not,' she promised him.

'How come we don't get a surprise?' Owen complained, trailing after them with Ianto not far behind.

'Because I know you won't appreciate it,' Jack replied.

'Hmph,' Owen muttered, looking across at Ianto who shrugged back. Apparently he didn't know what Jack had planned either, following them around the bend in the tunnel and into a large room that was normally empty.

'Ready?' Jack asked.

Tosh nodded and Jack removed his hands, revealing the spaceship. 'A Class Four Decahedron Cruiser,' he announced. 'A gift from UNIT. Well, I say a gift, but it was more like I offered to take it off their hands. Told them it was the alien equivalent of a Model T Ford with half its parts missing.' He chuckled. 'Those guys will believe anything!'

'Wow,' Tosh breathed, taking in the slightly stained hull, the sleek shape of it as it tapered off from the rounded front all the way to an arrow point at the rear. It was over eighty feet in length, small for a ship, but enough to fill the room from end to end. 'It's beautiful.'

'She's not bad,' Jack admitted, 'but it's what she's hiding under the hood that will really impress. Four accelerated proton fission drives that can take her to a top speed of fifty six mach.'

'No! A ship this size would be torn apart at those speeds!'

Jack grinned. 'Unless you had an inductor heat shield powered by two hydro crystalline power units.'

'Get out!' Tosh cried. 'Are they working?'

'They might have taken a bit of a battering when this thing came tumbling through the rift and straight into a Norfolk goat farmer's paddock, but I thought you might like to help me tweak them back into shape.'

Tosh clapped her hands over her mouth to hide her smile.

'Come on,' Jack said, taking her by the shoulder. 'Let me give you the grand tour.'

'There's a rotating circulatron flux modulator on board?' Tosh asked. 'I've always wanted to get a hands on look at one.'

'We'll take it apart and put it right back together,' Jack promised her.

Owen sidled up beside Ianto, joining him in sipping from his mug. 'Do you get it?' he asked.

Ianto drank deeply before replying. 'Nope.'

'Glad it's not just me, then. If you've seen one spaceship you've seen them all. I don't get people who rave over cars and stuff.'

'You drive a sports car,' Ianto observed.

'So? I don't care how it works, I just care that it looks good.'

The pair of them continued to watch as Jack and Tosh exchanged excited whispers and touched the machine like it was a precious jewel. They might as well not have existed, for all the difference it made.

'Challenge you to a round of foosball?' Owen asked.

'Yep,' Ianto agreed. 'We're clearly not needed here.'