Double Drabble: Sleeping Arrangements
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badly_knittedTitle: Sleeping Arrangements
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 910: Crash, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is too tired to go home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Anyone know what time it is?” Owen asked, plodding wearily up from the autopsy bay, where he’d just installed the bodies of three seriously hostile aliens in the drawers, to keep them fresh until he could get around to dissecting them. “My watch has stopped. Battery’s dead as a doornail.”
“Uh…” Ianto checked his watch, unaffected by the aliens’ weapon since it didn’t use a battery; sometimes, old-fashioned was best. “Just coming up to half past two.”
“No bloody point in goin’ home then, is there? By the time I finish up here and drive home, it’ll be gettin’ on for four. If no one minds, think I’ll just crash on the couch.” Owen paused, frowning. “On second thoughts, I’m crashing on the couch whether anyone minds or not. I’m too tired from chasin’ those whatever the hell they were all over the bloody city to drive home.”
“Fine with me, I don’t need the couch. I’ll just bunk with Jack, when he gets back from dropping the girls home.”
“How the fuck d’you two manage? I’ve seen what Harkness laughingly calls a bed. It’s barely big enough for one!”
Ianto smirked. “I just make sure Jack’s on the outside.”
The End
“Uh…” Ianto checked his watch, unaffected by the aliens’ weapon since it didn’t use a battery; sometimes, old-fashioned was best. “Just coming up to half past two.”
“No bloody point in goin’ home then, is there? By the time I finish up here and drive home, it’ll be gettin’ on for four. If no one minds, think I’ll just crash on the couch.” Owen paused, frowning. “On second thoughts, I’m crashing on the couch whether anyone minds or not. I’m too tired from chasin’ those whatever the hell they were all over the bloody city to drive home.”
“Fine with me, I don’t need the couch. I’ll just bunk with Jack, when he gets back from dropping the girls home.”
“How the fuck d’you two manage? I’ve seen what Harkness laughingly calls a bed. It’s barely big enough for one!”
Ianto smirked. “I just make sure Jack’s on the outside.”
The End
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