Title: Like A Soap

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Jack, Gwen & OCs

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 305 – Soap Operas at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Life with Torchwood is worse than a soap opera at times.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: My second drabble for this week's challenge, and I have a third one written! That's more like it.

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I love Janto: I still have a theory that at some point in her life, Tosh has met all incarnations of the Doctor - and they all love her! There are still some sweetshops like the one here, but a lot fewer than when I was a kid.

Every day should begin with tea with the Doctor! Thank you.

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It had been a hellish week, even by Torchwood standards.

A stranger accused Ianto of being the father of her unborn baby, despite the fact they'd never met and she wasn't pregnant anyway.

Tosh had come face to face with her evil twin.

Owen found himself being sued for malpractice because someone had stolen his identity and injured a patient.

Jack had woken up in the city morgue, twice, and Gwen was at war with her in-laws over a recipe.

"Someone should make a TV show about us. It would be the most whacked-out soap opera ever made," muttered Owen.

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The End