Double Drabble: Sensible Choice
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badly_knittedTitle: Sensible Choice
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badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 913: Hatch, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen doesn’t think much of Tosh’s car.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I don’t know why you don’t get yourself a proper car,” Owen said, scowling at Tosh’s little blue Nissan Micra. “Something with a bit of oomph. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
“You mean something like your flashy convertible, with no backseat, and a roof that leaks every time it rains?” Tosh asked mildly.
“Yours doesn’t have much of a backseat either.”
“There’s plenty of room in the back,” Tosh told her colleague, frowning in indignation. How dare he belittle her car? Who did he think he was? “Stop complaining and get in.”
Since Jack and Ianto were using the SUV to deal with a rogue Weevil down at the docks, the rest of the team were having to use their own vehicles to handle any Rift retrievals.
“Fine,” Owen grumbled, getting into the passenger seat.
Half an hour later, loading a large chunk of spaceship into the rear compartment of her car as rain drizzled around them, Tosh smirked in satisfaction.
“There!” She closed the boot. “Bet you’re thankful now that I drive a sensible hatchback. There’s no way that would have fitted in the boot of your car, and we’d be getting wet all the way back.”
The End
“You mean something like your flashy convertible, with no backseat, and a roof that leaks every time it rains?” Tosh asked mildly.
“Yours doesn’t have much of a backseat either.”
“There’s plenty of room in the back,” Tosh told her colleague, frowning in indignation. How dare he belittle her car? Who did he think he was? “Stop complaining and get in.”
Since Jack and Ianto were using the SUV to deal with a rogue Weevil down at the docks, the rest of the team were having to use their own vehicles to handle any Rift retrievals.
“Fine,” Owen grumbled, getting into the passenger seat.
Half an hour later, loading a large chunk of spaceship into the rear compartment of her car as rain drizzled around them, Tosh smirked in satisfaction.
“There!” She closed the boot. “Bet you’re thankful now that I drive a sensible hatchback. There’s no way that would have fitted in the boot of your car, and we’d be getting wet all the way back.”
The End
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Date: 2026-04-18 07:00 pm (UTC)Thank you!