Song and Dance
Disclaimer: I'm really just having a bit of fun with my favorite fictional characters, no copyright etc intended.
A/N: Again apologies for neglecting you all, but here is the second of what could end up being a long line of singing and dancing tales!
Comments are much appreciated! Also any ideas you have for any of the characters, post as a comment or pm me. You will be given credit if I use your idea!
Owen was performing yet another autopsy after normal working hours (not that Torchwood done normal anything really but that was beside the point.) He didn't mind really, he had nothing to go home to but a takeaway and late night TV.
Recently Owen had taken to humming or whistling while he was alone, just to break the deafening silence of the empty hub. He'd tried the radio but he'd found that he spent more time yelling at the stupid presenters who didn't know what they were talking about then actually doing his job.
For once the doctor was actually humming a recognisable tune, a quick check of the CCTV feed on his computer revealed a lifeless Hub (literally) and he figured it was safe to dust off his singing voice.
"Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test.' He sang to the cadaver before him as he unpacked his autopsy kit.
"Tie your napkin round your neck cherie and we'll provide the rest." He waggled his scalpel at the body.
"Soup du jour! Hot hors d'oeuvres! Why, we only live to serve." Owen paused slightly, seeing the irony of his last statement.
"Try the grey stuff, it's delicious. Don't believe me? Ask the dishes." He began to act to an invisible audience, gesturing to his instruments,
"They can sing, they can dance. After all Miss, this is France." Owen performed a nest twirl as he sang 'dance' fading away as he done a double take, finding that he was no longer alone and had a real audience.
"Tosh!" He practically yelped, "If you breathe a word of this to anyone…" he let his sentence hang as the small Japanese woman mimed zipping her lips closed before turning away laughing.
"Well I thought I was doing well." Owen whispered to the body on the table before beginning his autopsy for real.
