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donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-09 12:04 am
donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-09 12:04 am
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The Powdered Sugar Tornado
Title: The Powdered Sugar Tornado
Rating/Warning: none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen picked the wrong time for a coffee run.
Author's Note: Plot bunny requested byrustydog andmad_jaks. Crack!fic warning
Rating/Warning: none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen picked the wrong time for a coffee run.
Author's Note: Plot bunny requested by
rustydog andmad_jaks. Crack!fic warning“What the bloody hell....” Owen said, entering the Hub. It looked like a tornado hit. Papers were scattered everywhere. Clothing too. Covering everything was a layer of ... powdered sugar?
Gun out, Owen approached the conference room, drawn by the murmur of voices. “I’m coming in.”
“Owen?” Jack was sprawled over a giggling Tosh, licking sugar off her back. “Want a donut? They just came through the rift.”
Owen ignored whatever Ianto and Gwen were doing under the table. “And you ate them? Without waiting for me to test them?”
“And let them get cold?” Jack sounded horrified. “Are you crazy?”
Gun out, Owen approached the conference room, drawn by the murmur of voices. “I’m coming in.”
“Owen?” Jack was sprawled over a giggling Tosh, licking sugar off her back. “Want a donut? They just came through the rift.”
Owen ignored whatever Ianto and Gwen were doing under the table. “And you ate them? Without waiting for me to test them?”
“And let them get cold?” Jack sounded horrified. “Are you crazy?”
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