The worst mission ever.
Warning: Spoilers for the end of the season 3 of Dr Who and the season 1 of Torchwood.
As far as Owen was concerned, that was their worst job to date.
"It's the most horrible job we ever had to do." Owen grumbled, bundle up in a coat made more to look attractive than to be warm. He was letting go his narcissism as they were nearing their destination, and already took out a scarf. But he still refused to put the flowery bonnet Ianto proposed a few hours ago. 'I must have taken the wrong bags at the airport' yeah, sure, he's going to believe that.
One day, he'll have to erase the smile of the tea boy's face. When he won't have his gun, anyway. He didn't forget their last fight.
"The worst?" Gwen was hopping where she was to warm herself. Her eyes still didn't stop shining since the phone call of the Prime Minister. She was still new enough to think these kinds of journey were cool. "It's just snow and wind. How could it be worse than cannibals?"
"Or Abbadon." Tosh added. Traitor.
"Or simply everything with the Weevils."
"Okay, fine, I get it. But still, it's too cold, it's not normal. Or that we had to come here. Don't they have a local equivalent?"
Ianto thrust a mug of coffee to him. How could he manage to prepare it perfectly in the middle of nowhere, he didn't know, but he won't ask the question. If things were like before, it would be when Jack would say something, but Jack is not here and everyone will think about him. They still didn't want to say his name. No need to reopen the wound now.
"Himalaya, Owen! What do you need more?" Gwen continued their discussion.
"Women in bikinis."
"They'd fall ill very fast."
"A good thing I'm a doctor, the lucky girls."
Gwen rolled her eyes and Owen couldn't help smiling a real smile. It would never cease to be funny, teasing her.
Ianto finished serving the others and putting away his equipments, and then he took out this damn stopwatch. Who know what he did with it in private.
"Still twenty minutes, then our transport will be here, and work will be over in one hour. Be patient."
"Patient, sure, we are Torchwood, we were asked for specifically, we should have had a vehicle as soon as out of the airport. And a hôtel. And a TV."
"They said it was urgent, we'll go to the best hotel once the wor…what's this noise?"
Tosh stood up, the eyes on the sky. At first, Owen thought she imagined it, but he heard it too, a slowly deafening crack in the sky followed by immense flashes of lighting. In his work for Torchwood, he saw many strange and scary things, and more. Even before Torchwood, in a way. But this…
His team was ready, guns in hands. He didn't really had the time to be proud, fear took over as fast as the slash without a end forming above them tearing the sky, certain without a doubt that nothing of what they had could protect them against the innumerable shrilling black spots coming down.
"Okay, now, it's officially the worst mission we ever had."
At least, Jack wasn't with them. He could still cling to the hope that his Captain was somewhere safe, ready to appear and save everyone later.
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