Tragically, I don't own TW.
A Change of Taste by the darkness revealed
They were eating hotdogs.
For the first time since he'd started working for Torchwood, they were having hotdogs for lunch.
Owen sniffled, trying to hold back tears of gratitude, relishing the taste of delicious, steaming, ketchupy hotdog.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Ok, Owen, we get the point. We know we always eat the same things."
"You don't understand!" Owen said, his voice husky with emotion. "I'm just so happy! I can't believe that we're not having Chinese or pizza!"
Tosh said nothing, preferring to quietly savour the taste of her hotdog.
Jack was happily stuffing his mouth, moaning with pleasure every few moments.
Ianto ate - or rather nibbled his hotdog smugly. "I decided to get hotdogs, you know," he confided.
Pride forgotten, Owen fell to his knees before Ianto. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart!" Kneeling, he began to mock-kiss the floor before Ianto's feet.
Gwen, who was still relatively new, stared at her colleagues in complete bewilderment. "Um, they're just hotdogs. What's with all the fuss?"
There was complete silence, as the others stopped eating and STARED at Gwen.
She stared back.
After a few minutes, she broke the silence. "Ok, fine….Yay, we're having hotdogs."
Owen shook his head at her foolishness. "You don't understand. You're still a baby when it comes to Torchwood."
Jack grinned, not a pretty sight as his mouth was still filled with half-chewed hotdog. "We've always had Chinese or pizza and we always will have. That's why a change is so welcome."
"Very welcome," Tosh smiled, wiping her mouth and reaching for another hotdog.
"Erm," Gwen said. "Tosh, you realize that's your third?"
Tosh's glare silenced her.
"Fine!" Gwen cried in annoyance. "Why don't you all have ten hotdogs each and you'll all get fat! It won't be my fault, so don't blame me!" She flung out her arms in frustration.
The movement would have been dramatic if it hadn't knocked both Jack's and Owen's hotdogs out of their hands.
Gwen shrank in her seat, feeling their glares cutting into her. It would've turned nasty if Ianto hadn't handed them each a fresh hotdog.
Gwen forgotten, they returned to stuffing their faces.
"You know?" Owen said conversationally. "We should get hotdogs more often."
"You mean I should have the brilliant idea of getting hotdogs more often!" Ianto said indignantly.
"Oy, I already thanked you!" Owen said.
"Don't argue!" Jack said. "Have more hotdogs!"
And they did.
Gwen shook her head. 'I'm never going to get used to working here.'
I had just sat down at the computer,trying to think of something funny to write, and this image of Gwen knocking a hotdog out of Jack's head and Ianto handing him another one popped into my head. I hope you like it!!!
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