AN: Inspired by my French lesson, which, as you may guess, I didn't enjoy. In fact I started writing this in it :)
Just a kinda drabble from Owen's POV about understanding stuff. Urm...I think it's better than it sounds. Towen if you squint. Un beta'd as usual, so sorry about any mistakes. Probably later in season 1, pre finale. No spoilers, I don't own anything as usual.
Reviews and concrit are greatly appreciated.
Sources
My mind starts to wander as he talks. I know what he's saying is important but I just can't bring myself to care. It's too complicated for me...for most of us probably...well at least me and Gwen. Ianto follows some of it I think. Smart arse.
Tosh knows what he's on about. I hope so anyway, otherwise we're all going to die, and I've become rather fond of my sad little life; so I'd rather not be killed by evil microbugs from space today. But Tosh is clever. Stupidly clever. Now ain't that a contradiction for you. I don't think we realise until situations like this just how much we rely on her and her big brain. I've never thanked her, but that just me. I don't do thank yous and I don't do apologies. Although occasionally I realise I'm a bastard and I feel sorry for everyone else.
Not often.
Sometimes I wonder where Jack picked it up; all the things he knows. Other times I realise I don't really want to know. He comes out with the strangest bits of information that save our butts. But then again, Jack can get information out of just about anyone if he wants to.
I just hope his sources weren't drunk this time. You can never know how accurate the stuff spilling out of a drunk's mouth is; though if it's alcohol or vomit then they probably ain't telling you anything.
~Fin
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