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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-02 07:42 am
donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-02 07:42 am
Entry tags:
Horrors Most Profound
Title: Horrors Most Profound
Pairing/Warning/Rating: no spoilers, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Owen made the coffee.
Author's Note: Written for day two of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
consci_fan_mo for the prompt "Like a game show contestant with a parting gift, I could not believe my eyes."
Owen made the most god awful coffee on this side of the milky way. It didn’t make sense. The machine was the same. The beans were the same. The water was the same. The final product... was not. But he looked so damned proud, presenting Jack with yet another cup of the vile brew, that Jack smiled his most winning of smiles and offered a perhaps overly enthused “thanks.”
“Cheers, mate,” Owen replied. “I don’t know what Ianto’s always going on about. That machine’s dead easy to use.”
“You seem to have mastered it rather quickly, haven’t you?” Jack asked, his eyes on his cup. Who knew there were so many unappetizing shades of brown capable of being produced? Or that even black could come out looking so wrong!
“Oh yeah, piece of cake. Next time Ianto’s out and you need coffee just give me a holler, I’m your man!” Owen announced before sauntering out, his head held high.
Once Owen was out of earshot Jack picked up the phone and dialed quickly. “Ianto? You’re going to be back tomorrow, right? Please tell me you’ll be back tomorrow!”
“I don’t see why not; we’re almost wrapped up here. Everything all right, Jack?”
“Owen made coffee.”
“Oh dear.”
“Twice.”
“I am so sorry. Just remember not to tip it into any of the plants.”
“Oh god, no. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Or offer it to Janet.”
“Hey, that was not my fault.” Jack shuddered, remembering the aftermath of that little experiment.
“And don’t forget what it does to the pipes.”
Jack sighed. “I’m going to have to drink it, aren’t I?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Wish me luck.”
Jack hung up on the resulting laughter. “Damn good thing I’m immortal,” he muttered, grimacing as he choked down his first sip.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: no spoilers, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Owen made the coffee.
Author's Note: Written for day two of
consci_fan_mo for the prompt "Like a game show contestant with a parting gift, I could not believe my eyes."Owen made the most god awful coffee on this side of the milky way. It didn’t make sense. The machine was the same. The beans were the same. The water was the same. The final product... was not. But he looked so damned proud, presenting Jack with yet another cup of the vile brew, that Jack smiled his most winning of smiles and offered a perhaps overly enthused “thanks.”
“Cheers, mate,” Owen replied. “I don’t know what Ianto’s always going on about. That machine’s dead easy to use.”
“You seem to have mastered it rather quickly, haven’t you?” Jack asked, his eyes on his cup. Who knew there were so many unappetizing shades of brown capable of being produced? Or that even black could come out looking so wrong!
“Oh yeah, piece of cake. Next time Ianto’s out and you need coffee just give me a holler, I’m your man!” Owen announced before sauntering out, his head held high.
Once Owen was out of earshot Jack picked up the phone and dialed quickly. “Ianto? You’re going to be back tomorrow, right? Please tell me you’ll be back tomorrow!”
“I don’t see why not; we’re almost wrapped up here. Everything all right, Jack?”
“Owen made coffee.”
“Oh dear.”
“Twice.”
“I am so sorry. Just remember not to tip it into any of the plants.”
“Oh god, no. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Or offer it to Janet.”
“Hey, that was not my fault.” Jack shuddered, remembering the aftermath of that little experiment.
“And don’t forget what it does to the pipes.”
Jack sighed. “I’m going to have to drink it, aren’t I?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Wish me luck.”
Jack hung up on the resulting laughter. “Damn good thing I’m immortal,” he muttered, grimacing as he choked down his first sip.