These fics are in response to a challenge on the Torchwood Australia Forums.
I'd like to say thank you to QuantamLibrarian at the Torchwood Australia Forums, without her original story and subsequent challenge none of these would have been written!
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Challenge Three: Create a story using the following line:
"Well, Owen could pucker up"
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Jack slammed the phone down and stormed out of his office, muttering curses and obscenities as he headed towards the coffee room.
"Something wrong Jack?" Ianto asked, with a concerned tone to his voice, as he handed his boss a coffee.
"Damned Prime Minister thinks he actually has a say in what Torchwood does. Thinks that he needs to know what we do, what goes on. Thinks that we need to be more accountable!" Jack slumped on the bench dejectedly, sipping at his coffee.
"All he really wants is someone to kiss his arse and tell him that everything's fine." Jack stopped for breath, still glowering into his coffee.
"Well," Ianto pondered, "Owen could pucker up."
Jack glared at Ianto. Then thought it over… hmmm, maybe there were possiblities there…
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