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)?

[secbeth.livejournal.com]

I love this series!!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Brilliant.

[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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[unfeathered]

*snort*

Dusting, eh?

Lovely. :-) :-) :-)

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

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

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

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

I couldnt help myself

[alhanna.livejournal.com]

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[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*

[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.