Curing Colds Chapter 2: next one's up! YAY!, a torchwood fanfic

Addictions is up, for your enjoyment.

Okay so some bitch has reported us for having chapter long A/N's. Who thinks that's ridiculous?? Good. At least we're not the only ones.

So Sazza found a solution: a TEASER!! :P

A/N:

SOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!

SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY

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Oh, by the way, we're apologising about taking so long on the writing of the third edition. It's up now, so please don't kill us!!

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Or hold our favourite celebrities captive (unless you intend to put them in jars and send them to us – in which case GO AHEAD!!)

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Tosh had decided that although the events of yesterday were interesting, to say the least, she did not want to be taped to a wall again. So, she pretended to get back to her work, whilst actually planning her revenge on the idiots in Jack's office. But it wasn't long before the voices returned.

"You're a class bird. Highly shaggable." the most horrible attempt at a British accent she had ever heard whispered in her ear, "You don't bloody well need chocolate."

"It's just crap that yeh don' wanna eat. Have a curry or a kebab or. . .OWEN! What else do you people eat? . . .sommat." it continued, in what could possibly be anything between Manchester, Italian and Cockney.

"You don' need. . ."

"Jack!!" a voiced hissed in the background, "That is the worst accent I have ever heard. Stop it, right now! That is horrible!"

"But that's how you people think isn't it?"

"No! That's HORRIBLE!"

"You think you can do better Harper? Go ahead!"

"G'day mate," the voice started, turning into a horrible attempt at the stereotypical Australian accent, "Remember me? I'm yah conscience. And ah'm also a bloke. So lemme tell yah, us blokes like our ockas strong, confident and amazin'. They dun need no choc'late. So watcha think yah doin?? Go on! Git up of yah strine an stop relyin' on tha' choc'late. So, gitup, git goin' an hit the frog an' toad. If yah stick 'round here bein' all dingoes brekky over yah choc'late, you'll end up a few snags short of a barbie!! Aftah all - "

"STOP!! YOU'RE KILLING ME! OWEN THAT'S HORRIBLE!! WHAT IS THAT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE??"

"Er . . . Australian?"

"Have you even been to Australia?"

". . . No . . ."