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m_findlowTitle: Best of both worlds
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 218 - Hybrid at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anythingdrabble. Minor spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Serenity"
Summary: Jack thinks he's getting the best of everything whilst being undercover.
Owen stuck his head around the doorway and called out. 'Oi, Boss. You coming with us for lunch or what? Gwen says she's paying after she lost that bet this morning. I say we hit up the Bayview Steakhouse and get our money's worth.'
'Nope. I'm good,' Jack replied.
'Didn't you hear me? I said Gwen's paying.'
'I heard you,' Jack replied, holding up his lunch box. 'You go ahead. I've got lunch all sorted.'
Owen frowned at the bright blue container. 'What on earth?'
'Ianto made me lunch,' Jack explained.
'Seriously?'
He popped open the lid and held it at an angle so Owen could see the contents. 'Crustless ham salad sandwiches, a home baked banana and poppyseed muffin and freshly squeezed orange juice. And an apple for later,' he added. 'I already ate the box of sultanas.' He looked so pleased with himself.
Owen's eyes rolled as he sighed. 'You two are taking this whole undercover thing way too seriously. I'm not saying it's an assignment I'd have wanted, especially if I had to pretend to be anyone's boyfriend, let alone yours, or Ianto's, but can't you just pretend without…' he waved his hand uselessly in the air, '…all this? I mean, you got him making you a cut lunch? There's undercover and then there's deep cover. Next thing you'll be buying a puppy together and talking about adopting. Do you really think some alien sleeper is paying that much attention to you?'
Jack gave him a serious look. 'We still have no idea who it is. We have to be careful and make sure we don't give ourselves away. Plus, he's bored. The kitchen is the only room in the house getting more of a workout than our bedroom.'
Owen grimaced. 'Okay, that is way too much information. Remember what I was saying about deep cover and going too far? No, scratch that. You two would be shagging that much anyway.'
'Actually, it's not so bad.' Jack pulled out his sandwiches and began opening the carefully plastic wrapped package. Like everything Ianto did, it was perfect, bordering on obsessive compulsive. 'I kinda like this hybrid model of having Torchwood and a normal life all mixed into one. Best of both worlds without having to sacrifice the other.'
'Don't think Ianto shares your views. He's the one doing all the sacrificing from where I'm standing.' In fact, he knew that even Ianto had his limits, and this "I dream of Jeannie" domestic bliss fantasy Jack thought he was living was not going to last. Owen would be going mental by now if he were stuck there. Ianto had to be itching to get back to the hub, of chasing real aliens and not tethered to the kitchen sink by his apron strings. Poor bastard.
'I'd be watching that muffin if I were you,' Owen warned him. 'They might be laced with something that will keep you just as permanently home bound as him.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 218 - Hybrid at
anythingdrabble. Minor spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Serenity"Summary: Jack thinks he's getting the best of everything whilst being undercover.
Owen stuck his head around the doorway and called out. 'Oi, Boss. You coming with us for lunch or what? Gwen says she's paying after she lost that bet this morning. I say we hit up the Bayview Steakhouse and get our money's worth.'
'Nope. I'm good,' Jack replied.
'Didn't you hear me? I said Gwen's paying.'
'I heard you,' Jack replied, holding up his lunch box. 'You go ahead. I've got lunch all sorted.'
Owen frowned at the bright blue container. 'What on earth?'
'Ianto made me lunch,' Jack explained.
'Seriously?'
He popped open the lid and held it at an angle so Owen could see the contents. 'Crustless ham salad sandwiches, a home baked banana and poppyseed muffin and freshly squeezed orange juice. And an apple for later,' he added. 'I already ate the box of sultanas.' He looked so pleased with himself.
Owen's eyes rolled as he sighed. 'You two are taking this whole undercover thing way too seriously. I'm not saying it's an assignment I'd have wanted, especially if I had to pretend to be anyone's boyfriend, let alone yours, or Ianto's, but can't you just pretend without…' he waved his hand uselessly in the air, '…all this? I mean, you got him making you a cut lunch? There's undercover and then there's deep cover. Next thing you'll be buying a puppy together and talking about adopting. Do you really think some alien sleeper is paying that much attention to you?'
Jack gave him a serious look. 'We still have no idea who it is. We have to be careful and make sure we don't give ourselves away. Plus, he's bored. The kitchen is the only room in the house getting more of a workout than our bedroom.'
Owen grimaced. 'Okay, that is way too much information. Remember what I was saying about deep cover and going too far? No, scratch that. You two would be shagging that much anyway.'
'Actually, it's not so bad.' Jack pulled out his sandwiches and began opening the carefully plastic wrapped package. Like everything Ianto did, it was perfect, bordering on obsessive compulsive. 'I kinda like this hybrid model of having Torchwood and a normal life all mixed into one. Best of both worlds without having to sacrifice the other.'
'Don't think Ianto shares your views. He's the one doing all the sacrificing from where I'm standing.' In fact, he knew that even Ianto had his limits, and this "I dream of Jeannie" domestic bliss fantasy Jack thought he was living was not going to last. Owen would be going mental by now if he were stuck there. Ianto had to be itching to get back to the hub, of chasing real aliens and not tethered to the kitchen sink by his apron strings. Poor bastard.
'I'd be watching that muffin if I were you,' Owen warned him. 'They might be laced with something that will keep you just as permanently home bound as him.'
