Paper Cuts
"Ow!" Ianto swore under his breath as a drop of blood came out of the little cut that was forming on his index finger. He dropped the paper he had been handling and grabbed a tissue and wipe it off. "Fucking paper cuts!" Owen laughed as Ianto let out a litany of other curse words.
"You were almost dinner for a group of cannibals, but god forbid something real painful happens like a paper cut!" Tosh giggled and Ianto swatted at Owen.
"Be careful what you Owen." Jack said as he emerged from his office. "Ianto might give you decaf." Owen looked back at Ianto.
"Ianto. You wouldn't do that right?" Owen said and Ianto wore a wicked grin. "...IM SORRY! DON'T GIVE ME DECAF!" They all started laughing, except Owen. Ianto walked into the tourist office and Jack went back in his office when his phone started ringing.
"You know," Tosh started. "Ianto never said he was going to give you regular coffee." Owen stared back at her.
"Don't even joke about." Tosh smiled and went back to her work. A little while later a coffee mug appeared on Owens autopsy table. Owen had forgotten their discussion earlier so he picked the mug up, and took a long sip. Their conversation immediately started to drift in his head as he felt the coffee sting his tongue. Ianto walked by and asked while smiling smugly.
"How's your coffee?"
"I hate you so much tea boy." Owen responded as he swallowed the sip of decaf coffee.
A/N- don't worry theres nothing wrong with me. I know you might think that because almost all my other stories are depressing. :) I got this idea because I got a paper cut. And holy crap it hurts. Every time I use my finger it's like NO! And I just had a cup of coffee... And I'm like I SHOULD WRITE A HAPPY STORY! And this was made. Review, favorite, follow please. I love to hear what you people think. It actually helps to know people like my stories and I'm not just wasting my time...
AHH WHY DO I KEEO FORGETING
Disclaimer- I own my face! I mean.. I don't own Torchwood!