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

[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!