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donutsweeper) wrote2007-12-03 02:29 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2007-12-03 02:29 pm
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Donuts and Dusting
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 forunfeathered
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
unfeatheredOwen 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.
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.
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Hee.
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