Title: Owen
Series:
Part of the Evil Weevil challenge series
Pairings: none
Rating:
G
Disclaimer: None of them are mine sniff
This actually belongs before the piñata chapter but I can't be bothered stuffing around and confusing everyone. Enjoy. A new series coming soon!
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"Are you sure there's no aliens here? I mean, look at what that thing is wearing! Come on!" Owen was starting to sound more and more like a 6 year old who really didn't want to go visit Great Aunty Mildred, even if she did always have a good supply of lollies and cake.
Jack looked sideways at Owen, stifled a groan and considered his next words carefully. And decided not to say them. Instead he just walked determinedly back towards the front door. The last half hour had been excruciatingly difficult due to a misunderstanding, Owen, a couple of guns, a spilt cup of coffee, Owen, 2 very large dogs, 4 very large men, Owen, his phone battery suddenly deciding to go flat (he was sure he'd put it on the charger this morning…) and, of course, Owen.
Owen was still talking, but Jack did his best to ignore him, a task made infinitely more difficult by the rising volume of Owen's voice. As his patience finally ran out, he took a deep breath, and turned towards Owen.
"No, I'm not sure there's no aliens here Owen, but considering we've just crashed the meeting of the Cardiff SciFi Anonymous group, the chances are that 99.9 of these things as you so delicately put it, are just people in costumes!"
Jack turned on his heel and stalked away, leaving Owen to stand dumbfounded at his boss's back.
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