A/N: I have finally managed to come up with a second chapter for this story! Everyone said they wanted one but up until now I just haven't had a clue what to do for it. But tonight after a friend reminded me about this story, I concluded, 'Screw it, I'll just go for it. It can't turn out that bad.' So an hour and a half later I ended up with this. It's half past midnight so I'm just going to post it. Hope it's not a disappointment after the last one.
Thanks to the BBC for making Torchwood, I don't own it.
Enjoy.
Owen didn't even bat an eyelid. His expression remained determined, not even wavering for a moment at Jack's dare.
"He can't do that!" Tosh leapt in instantly. Concern and shock were plastered across her face. She glanced round at the rest of the team for support. But none of them were looking at her. Their gazes were all fixed on Owen. Each person round the table was scrutinising his expression, his every move.
Finally, after a long pause, Owen replied, "Just try and stop me." His tone was determined and sounded more like he was giving out a challenge rather than taking one on. He got to his feet slowly, making sure to hold everyone's gazes. He winked at Gwen and she giggled uncertainly.
"Now, ladies, I'm going to take of my clothes," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "And, I know it's going to be hard for you but you must do everything in within your power not to leap up and start humping me right here," he paused, "That includes you, Harkness…" With that, Owen began to remove his leather jacket.
"What?" Tosh protested. "You can't seriously be going to do this? It's crazy!" When no one paid her any attention, she carried on, louder, "Hello? Gwen? Ianto? You aren't actually going to let him do this are you?"
"Don't worry about it, Tosh," Jack replied smugly, "He'll never do it anyway."
"Wanna bet on it, Harkness?" Owen shot back. He abandoned the jacket on the floor and took off his grey t-shirt, dropping it beside the jacket. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gwen look away quickly as her eyes were faced with his bare upper half. Her cheeks were already beginning to heat up.
Soon he was totally butt naked, his whole body bare from head to toe. If you looked closely, you could see a slight flicker of insecurity and embarrassment in his eyes, but it was masked well with a cheeky glint of determination. Jack, meanwhile, was almost doubled over with laughter.
"If any of you ladies are feeling like they need to be tied down to their chairs to stop them from throwing themselves at me, I'm happy to help," Owen offered cheekily.
Gwen sneaked a glance at Owen, her cheeks were practically on fire by this point. "I'm fine!" she squeaked in reply, trying to sound calm. "What about you, Tosh?"
"I..!" Tosh was at total a loss for words, mostly due to worry rather than Owen's lack of clothing.
"I know, I tend to have that effect on women," Owen replied with a mock flirtatious grin.
Jack pulled a bottle of barbeque sauce out of the draw and chucked it at Owen. He spun and caught it at the last minute. Ianto noticeably flinched at the sight of the sauce. Jack turned to him, softening his expression to a comforting smile before turning back to Owen, his smirk returning, "You'll be needing this!"
Owen grabbed a torch in his free hand and mounted the stairs towards Myfanwy's nest.
As soon as he was out of earshot Gwen whispered suspiciously to Jack, "You aren't actually going to let him do this, are you?"
"Of course I am. I wasn't called Jack the Unbeatable for nothing, you know," Jack answered brrezily.
Gwen paused at a loss before asking incredulously, "Isn't there some Torchwood policy against this?"
"Actually," Ianto cut in, "In the event of a game of Truth or Dare, Torchwood policies clearly state that both the riding of prehistoric animals and the bearing of one's entire bare body is completely and utterly allowed."
"What?" Gwen and Tosh said in unison.
"Jack did write the rules, after all," Ianto concluded.
Jack snickered softly, "Don't try and tell me I don't do my job properly. I've thought of everything!"
"But –" Tosh protested, but she was cut off by the sound of screeching. Myfanwy's to be specific.
Then, the huge pterodactyl soared out across the Hub with a totally naked, screaming man aboard. If you listened carefully you could just about comprehend the shouts as a stream of expletives with the words 'Captain', 'Jack' and 'Harkness' in between.
There was a moment of shocked silence as the whole team gazed up at him. Jack was the first to crack. His face creased up and his body began to shake with laughter. Despite trying to keep a straight face, Ianto was also gone within seconds. This set Gwen off, and by that point even Tosh had to admit it was pretty funny. Owen, however, did not share their opinion.
The large pterodactyl finally landed on the railing near the top of the Hub, but nowhere Owen could get down from.
"Harkness!" he bawled, "How the fuck am I going to get down from here?"
Jack didn't answer. Owen's words only provided to make him laugh harder.e He doubH Myfanwy soared across the Hub again, squawking. Almost instantly, Owen began to scream like a girl again.
Finally Jack managed to stop laughing, in a whisper he asked the others, "Do you think I should tell him that all he has to do is say stop now or later?"
A/N: I love reviews. I love them more than cookies, more than sunshine, more than rainbows. How much effort would it require to leave one and make little me very happy? Not much, I think. So, reviews?