The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

2583. Caught Out

Title: Caught Out

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Jack, Owen, Tosh, Gwen, Ianto.

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 795: Check at torchwood100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Owen is in trouble now!

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

A/N: Double drabble.

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"What d'you mean you don't have any retcon?" Jack demanded, glaring at Owen. "You're supposed to keep your kit stocked!"

"Must've used the last few doses last night when the Creepers got into that lawyer's office and ate his expensive cigars. Thought there was still another bottle in there somewhere."

Thanks to Ianto's quick thinking, the lawyer now believed he'd thrown out the box f cigars himself after deciding to quit smoking.

"You thought? Didn't you check?"

"Ianto always re-stocks the kits after missions. He's General Support, that's part of his job."

"I stock my own kit," Tosh said.

"Me too," Gwen agreed. "That way I know exactly what's in there."

"I don't have time for all that," Owen protested. "I'm usually busy patching you lot up."

"And who was it you patched up last night?" Jack asked, his voice dangerously quiet. "No, don't answer; let me. It was Ianto, because you were so busy chatting up the lawyer's secretary, he got bitten trying to round up the Creepers single-handed. You're the one put him on bedrest because of the venom's aftereffects, so when did he have time to re-stock YOUR kit?"

"Um…"

"In future, Owen, your kit's your responsibility."

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The End