Double Drabble: Carefree
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badly_knittedTitle: Carefree
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Tosh, Fluffs.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 842: Fun at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen has Fluff envy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“It’s a Fluff’s life,” Owen observed, watching Nosy and Dizzy romping in their ball pit. “They’re having a good time, while we’re stuck doin’ boring paperwork and saving the world.”
“They deserve to have fun,” Tosh defended the aliens. “Nosy works as hard as any of us, helping keep the Hub clean and tidy, fetching and carrying, being therapist in residence, and Dizzy… Well, it’s just a baby. It can’t be expected to work when it’s still learning about the world it lives in. If we ever have children, would you expect them to earn their keep?”
“’Course not!” Owen flicked a ball of paper at his fiancée. “I just meant, sometimes I envy them, gettin’ to do whatever they want for hours at a time, just playing like they don’t have a care in the world.”
“We have fun too, don’t we? When we’re not working.”
“Yeah, but not the same way. Haven’t you ever wished you could be a kid again? Just for a bit.”
“Done that.” Tosh smiled wryly. “You remember, the time I got accidentally de-aged. It wasn’t anywhere near as enjoyable as you’re imagining.”
Owen sighed. “Think they’d let me play in their ball pit?”
The End
“They deserve to have fun,” Tosh defended the aliens. “Nosy works as hard as any of us, helping keep the Hub clean and tidy, fetching and carrying, being therapist in residence, and Dizzy… Well, it’s just a baby. It can’t be expected to work when it’s still learning about the world it lives in. If we ever have children, would you expect them to earn their keep?”
“’Course not!” Owen flicked a ball of paper at his fiancée. “I just meant, sometimes I envy them, gettin’ to do whatever they want for hours at a time, just playing like they don’t have a care in the world.”
“We have fun too, don’t we? When we’re not working.”
“Yeah, but not the same way. Haven’t you ever wished you could be a kid again? Just for a bit.”
“Done that.” Tosh smiled wryly. “You remember, the time I got accidentally de-aged. It wasn’t anywhere near as enjoyable as you’re imagining.”
Owen sighed. “Think they’d let me play in their ball pit?”
The End
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