Double Drabble: In Full View
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badly_knittedTitle: In Full View
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 906: Sour, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen sees something he really wishes he hadn’t.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
There were some things Doctor Owen Harper would have preferred never to have witnessed, and this was definitely in the top five. How had he managed to end up working somewhere that walking in on his boss and the teaboy enjoying some after-hours adult recreational activities was an occupational hazard?
“Jesus, do you two have to do that HERE? Right out in the open, where anyone might see?”
“This is my home, Owen; I can do whatever I want wherever I want once everyone else has left for the night. The only reason you caught us is because you came back.” Jack made no attempt at covering up.
“Yeah, well, it’s indecent and it shouldn’t be allowed.”
Ianto smirked. “Don’t mind him, Jack. It’s just a case of sour grapes. Owen never comes back here this late at night unless he’s struck out and can’t find a bedmate for the night. He’s jealous that we’re getting some and he’s not. Isn’t that right, Owen?”
“You had your chance, Owen. I distinctly remember you telling me, a few months after you started here, that you wouldn’t even touch me with someone else’s bargepole. It’s too late to change your mind now!”
The End
“Jesus, do you two have to do that HERE? Right out in the open, where anyone might see?”
“This is my home, Owen; I can do whatever I want wherever I want once everyone else has left for the night. The only reason you caught us is because you came back.” Jack made no attempt at covering up.
“Yeah, well, it’s indecent and it shouldn’t be allowed.”
Ianto smirked. “Don’t mind him, Jack. It’s just a case of sour grapes. Owen never comes back here this late at night unless he’s struck out and can’t find a bedmate for the night. He’s jealous that we’re getting some and he’s not. Isn’t that right, Owen?”
“You had your chance, Owen. I distinctly remember you telling me, a few months after you started here, that you wouldn’t even touch me with someone else’s bargepole. It’s too late to change your mind now!”
The End
