Authors Note: Written for the atozprompts challenge over at LJ and to help me destress after an exam.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
When the Cats away…
Gwen, Jack, Tosh and Ianto stepped through the rolling cog door and froze. They stood there, frozen to the spot, all wearing an identical horrified expression. The Weevil they had chased across Southern Cardiff lay abandoned on the floor.
The Hub was the perfect embodiment of chaos and destruction.
Black smoke was streaming from the computers on Tosh's workstation, which beeped once before emitting a muffled groan as it died; tables and chairs were overturned and strewn across the floor and there was a trail of debris leading from the boardroom to Jack's office.
Myfanwy was circling the main area letting out cries of disapproval. Ianto glanced towards her nest, which now contained the shredded remains of Gwen's copy of OK! magazine, Jack's secret bottle of whiskey and what looked like the battered remains of his coffee machine. He thought he could see the front cover at the entrance to the Archives.
Standing in the centre of the commotion was Owen. He was trying- and failing to hide his modified stun-gun behind his back. Janet stood next to him. They both wore matching guilty expressions.
As one, the rest of the team all turned to glare at the culprits.
"Err….Oops."
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