Disclaimer: I don't own the rights of the Torchwood show, or the characters, they belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I am merely borrowing them and will return them after I play a bit.
A/N: I want to thank my new beta jonightgig for all the help.
His phone rang at 3:45 in the morning. He fumbled around the top of his dresser until he located the ringing phone.
"Doctor Owen Harper," he answered, sighing with resignation and not bothering to open his eyes.
"Good morning," came the cheerful greeting, the bright voice of Ianto Jones blaring over the speaker. Owen could swear that Ianto Jones could be alert, bright eyed and bushy tiled no matter what the time, or how little he had slept. It offended Owen's senses and usually hangover brain.
"D'you actually know what time it is?" Owen growled in displeasure. He opened his eyes and turned around grunting. He reached for the bedside lamp to turn in on.
A sigh came over the line, and then Ianto's voice sounded no less tired than Owen's own.
"Yes, Owen, I do actually."
"C'mon sunshine. Rise and shine!" Owen could hear Gwen calling over the speaker phone. So they were probably already in the conference room at the Hub.
Gwen used to be the one to come last to work, being constantly late, even more so than Owen. However, since Jack had disappeared she seemed dead intent on being the hard working leader, and didn't seem to be too bothered by waking up early. Owen preferred her much more before when she was late. He used to stare at her ass and daydream. Right now he just wanted to kick his boot so far up her cheerful, morning ass…
Rise and shine, indeed.
"Torchwood is going to the Himalayas," Gwen told him.
"Say that again?"