Challenge 683 - Noisy co-workers
Nov. 21st, 2021 09:32 pmTitle: Noisy co-workers
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 683 - Bang at
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Summary: Tosh and Jack are making a racket. A double drabble.
Owen dropped his clipboard on the table and sighed as he looked up over the top of his medical bay. 'Are they ever going to stop?' he complained. 'All that banging is giving me a bloody headache.'
'You're not the only one, you know.' Ianto tossed a blister pack over the railing, which Owen caught one-handed, popping two tablets and tossing them back with the cold remnants of his coffee. 'I want those back when you're done,' Ianto added. 'The last couple are wearing off already.'
Owen groaned again. He hated it when Jack and Tosh found something to tinker with. The more moving parts it had, the more noise they made pulling it apart and putting it back together. Sometimes it was better when it was just some weevil that dropped through the rift. All this alien spaceship nonsense, Owen could do well without.
'Any idea when they might be done?' Owen asked, sliding the pack of paracetamol back to his equally suffering teammate.
Ianto massaged his temples. 'Would you prefer me to specify it in days, weeks or months?'
'So, if we're smart, we could leave and they won't notice we've gone?'
'Best idea you've had all day.'
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 683 - Bang at
Summary: Tosh and Jack are making a racket. A double drabble.
Owen dropped his clipboard on the table and sighed as he looked up over the top of his medical bay. 'Are they ever going to stop?' he complained. 'All that banging is giving me a bloody headache.'
'You're not the only one, you know.' Ianto tossed a blister pack over the railing, which Owen caught one-handed, popping two tablets and tossing them back with the cold remnants of his coffee. 'I want those back when you're done,' Ianto added. 'The last couple are wearing off already.'
Owen groaned again. He hated it when Jack and Tosh found something to tinker with. The more moving parts it had, the more noise they made pulling it apart and putting it back together. Sometimes it was better when it was just some weevil that dropped through the rift. All this alien spaceship nonsense, Owen could do well without.
'Any idea when they might be done?' Owen asked, sliding the pack of paracetamol back to his equally suffering teammate.
Ianto massaged his temples. 'Would you prefer me to specify it in days, weeks or months?'
'So, if we're smart, we could leave and they won't notice we've gone?'
'Best idea you've had all day.'
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Date: 2021-11-22 05:14 am (UTC)