SPLASH – Chapter 4
Another (short) update. Sorry about the length, but I've hurt my left arm so typing's a lot slower than normal...please excuse any typos!
Disclaimer: If only...
"I didn't mean to explode it!" Gwen said, distraught. "I'm so sorry!"
Ianto came back into the room, black soot streaked across his face and wearing a startled expression.
"Owen, I'm afraid you won't be getting any coffee today," he said, wiping his hands on a dishcloth. "You don't actually have a mug anymore. Or a microwave, for that matter."
"Great," Owen muttered. "No caffeine."
"I'm sorry!" Gwen whispered, on the brink of tears. She twisted the ring on her finger. "Really, I didn't mean-"
"We've gathered that much already," Ianto said dryly.
"No caffeine..." Owen repeated, staring at Ianto in horror.
Jack grinned and got to his feet, clapping his hands together. "Seeing as the kitchen's out of order, I'd better send you guys home."
"Call us if-" Owen started.
"I'll call you if the world decides to end," Jack said, shepherding them out the door. "Have fun and remember – six o'clock tomorrow!"
The next morning found the team gathered, bleary-eyed, in the Hub, bags piled about their feet.
"No suit today then?" Jack asked Ianto, nodding at the jeans and t-shirt.
"I guessed that the saltwater wouldn't be very good for them," Ianto replied smoothly. "You hardly go diving in a suit."
"Now that would be a sight to see." Jack grinned naughtily.
"Harassment sir, harassment..." Ianto reminded.
"You spoil all my fun."
"It's my job sir."
"Now you two have stopped flirting," Owen said, short-tempered and grumpy. "Can we please get a move on?"
Jack climbed into the driver's seat, shedding his coat and leaving off the seat-belt.
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Seat-belt, Jack."
Jack pouted.
"And don't give me the 'can't die' business. If you crash us and die, we die," Ianto said tiredly.
Jack buckled his belt with very bad grace, like a big toddler.
Owen, in the passenger seat, threw them both dirty looks. "As far as I'm concerned, this is a waste of time. We're going out to the –bleep-ing Channel Islands because the tea-boy gets prank-called?"
"Leave it, Owen," Jack warned.
Sorry had to leave it there – arm playing up and end of lunch bell going! Will try to update soon but no promises!