Donuts and Dusting

[donutsweeper]

Title: Donuts and Dusting
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen's on the look out for the alien donuts
Author's note: Tenth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series.  Written for unfeathered

Owen scoured the Hub.  He looked in the archives, the cells, the stairwell, the supply closet, even the bloody drawers in autopsy, but he couldn’t find the others or the donuts Jack claimed they had. 

Then he heard a noise from Jack’s office.  It was empty, but the entrance to his sleeping quarters below was cracked open.

“Hello?”  He shouted down.

“Owen?”  Ianto called back.  “Do you need something?”

Owen climbed down.  “Just seeing what you were all doing down here.”

“Oh.” Gwen held out a feather duster.  “Just dusting.”

“Is that  what we’re calling it now?”  Tosh asked, laughing.

Comments

[smithy161.livejournal.com]

*Laughs* Oh, Owen. He needs to be faster!

Er, I may have written an alien donut drabble. The bunny bit me at work today. Any objections if I post it up (with credit to you, of course)?

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

I'd be thrilled for more donut fics! (I just asked for them in the holiday meme, are you psychic?)

[smithy161.livejournal.com]

Why, yes, I am!

*Scurries off to post*

[secbeth.livejournal.com]

I love this series!!

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you!!!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Brilliant.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it!

[k-haldane.livejournal.com]

Um, I wrote a donut drabble, but it isn't rated G. Well, it's more implied than explicit, but...

Set just a little after Owen finds the others, and Jack finally finishes his requisition forms.

(I'll put it here - I don't want to cut in on your series; think of this as a present for all your lovely fun drabbles.)

100 words.
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"It's a game."

"What are the rules?" Jack stared at his employees.

"You toss one of the donuts, aiming at the bit sticking up in the middle. If you miss, the others get to eat it, but without using their hands."

"Play it where it lands?"

"Exactly." Tosh tossed the donut, landing it on Owen's chest. Gwen and Ianto promptly dove on it, battling each other for bites, and then licking up the loose sugar.

"Owen, you're okay with this?"

"Sure. As soon as one of them manages to hit the target, we trade places."

Gwen passed Jack a donut.

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[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

You should post it at your own journal and link it here! (I really need to make a donut!fic comm one of these days, maybe I'll see if I can figure it out tonight)

[unfeathered]

Oh, brilliant. And THANK YOU for letting Owen get some at last! *g*

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

Cue Jack *deliberately* missing or Ianto jogging his arm *G*

[k-haldane.livejournal.com]

But if Jack hits, *he* becomes the target for the next round. :-P

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

Oh but then Owen would finally get to eat donuts :O and we can't have that :D:D

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

OH MY. Hee!

[unfeathered]

*snort*

Dusting, eh?

Lovely. :-) :-) :-)

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

well, they didn't say what they were dusting... Happy Holidays!!!

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

LOL...now they're just screwing with him.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

can you blame them?

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

not one bit.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I'm starting to think the day I write Owen actually getting alien donuts is the day the series is over, because where do you go from there?

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

I could think of a few places, but most of them are pretty disturbing.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

yep.. besides it is much more fun to keep him frustrated

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

definitely.

...flying monkey boobs?

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

err.. yeah.. in fandom_me's thread of doom (http://fandom-me.livejournal.com/173776.html)(she's trying to max out the comments) we were talking about sci fi channel's miniseries "TinMan" and that we liked it. But I said some parts were a bit, odd... like how the flying monkeys came out of her boobs. Becky said "huh?" because she was watching the reairing (earlier today) so when that scene aired I posted 'see, see, flying monkey boobs' which cracked rustydog up so badly she had to make me an icon out of it

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

omg, I'm so tempted to go spam that thread like mad. must. do. homework. must. not. spam.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

It'll still be going tomorrow... homework=good thing (well, homework=good grades which=good thing anyway)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

Hee! That kind of dusting. ::nods:: Poor Owen.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

poor owen is right, one of these days he'll find the donuts in time.. but my muse never quites takes me there

I couldnt help myself

[alhanna.livejournal.com]

(http://photobucket.com)

Re: I couldnt help myself

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

oh that's just perfect for this series!

[mad-jaks.livejournal.com]

Now see that what I call a euphemism and if I'd read this earlier I *would* have used it ;-)

*really goes to bed this time*

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

there's still time to use it. Good night!

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh, I love the image of them all down there. Dusting. ::cough:: And Owen left out again! You know I feel awfully sorry for him, but even I'm starting to feel like he should never make it into the fun, because (as you said above) then the story would be over! Sort of like Mulder and Scully finally resolving their UST or something.

Hee.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

someday I *might* just *might* figure out how to write him in to the donutastic bliss... but not today! :)