Challenge 614 - Chatty

[m_findlow]

Title: Chatty
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Owen, Gwen, Ianto
Rating: PG
Challenge: 614 - Non-stop at tw100
Notes: There's only so much friendly chatter Owen can stomach. A double drabble.

Owen groaned, shoving his fingers in his ears. 'Does anyone know how to shut that thing up?'

'If we did, don't you think we would've done it by now?' Gwen replied, massaging her temples.

'I used to think Jack could talk under wet concrete, but this thing takes the cake.'

The tiny alien was inquisitive beyond anyone's wildest imagination. Since Jack had allowed it access to their database of Earth knowledge, it had been excitedly repeating in its grating, high-pitched voice, every fact and figure it had absorbed into photographic memory. Headaches were the order of the day all round.

'I did offer it a private room and a laptop,' Ianto said, bringing around a tray of coffee and paracetamol. 'Jack however said they are incredibly social. Talking non-stop is second nature to them, kind of like complaining is second nature to Owen.'

Owen scowled at him. 'Har har. Do I give you lot a headache?'

'Don't make us answer that,' Gwen said.

The little alien bounced up beside Owen's desk, stretching to its full three feet in height. 'Owen, did you know a piranha can strip a cow in fifteen seconds?'

'Wanna find out how long it takes me?'