FIC: (Torchwood) Mommy Owen (1/1)
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dru_evilista
By popular request, I wrote a seqel.
Title: Mommy Owen
Author: dru_evilista
Rating: Teen for Owen's swearing.
Characters, Pairing: Owen, Jack, Ianto, mentions off screen Ianto/Owen.
Summary: A sequel to The Idol, Jack tells Owen about his condition.
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Owen cautiously entered Jack office. Jack had yelled for him to get his arse up there, a minute ago. Owen wasn't quite sure what he was in trouble for. There were so many possibilities. Best not to say anything about anything and get him self in more trouble for something Jack didn't know about yet. "Eh yeah? You bellowed?"
"Sit." Owen obeyed eying Jack, trying to determine any hint of what was going on. He looked vaguely amused. Nothing new there. Ianto, who was standing at Jack's shoulder, gave away even less.
"A little while ago you were playing with a statue. About yay," Jack held his hands about a 60 centimeters apart. "high, covered in naked people, in interesting positions. Right?"
Owen winced. "Ok yeah. Fine, I admit it. What of it? What you pissed off I was looking at your sex-a-thon trophy?"
"No, of course not. I keep that right here." Jack grabbed a short trophy from behind him and held it up for a second before putting it back. "But back to the statue. That was a Seltirx fertility idol." Jack didn't go any further. As many stupid things Owen did, he was still a smart guy. He let Owen draw his own conclusions.
Owen mouth opened and closed for a minute. He looked from Jack to Ianto and back. "A...Seltirx fertility idol? Fertility idol? Made by aliens....oh bollocks. Please tell me Ianto's pregnant?"
Ianto snorted quietly.
"Sorry. You were the one to play with it, you're the pregnant one." Jack told him, managing to look a bit regretful.
"Thank God." Ianto muttered barely audibly.
"Look on the bright side. Since both you and Ianto are human, the baby will be too. No need to worry about chest bursting aliens or anything."
"You! You bloody dickhead! This is all your fault!" Owen snapped standing up and pointing at Jack.
"My fault? How do you figure that?" Jack asked calmly, more then used to Owen's temper.
"You left it out! Just sitting there looking all...interresting!" Owen yelled, pacing across the room, and waving his hands manically.
"You know you're right. This is my fault. I keep making the mistake of thinking I'm working with grown, intelligent, supposedly genius, adults. I need to remember I'm actually working in a day care center for special needs toddlers! So sorry. Won't happen again. Ianto? Want to put the kids down for nap time, while I baby proof the hub, then we can give them their juice boxes?"
"I- You- Arugh!" Owen screamed, then stormed out of the office, a loud stream of expletives following him.
"Well I think that went quite well."
"Yeah?"
"He didn't shoot either of us. That's better then I was hoping for."
"You were planing to dive behind me to hide weren't you?"
"Of course, Sir. Why have an immortal employer, if you don't take advantage of it once in a while?"
The End?
Title: Mommy Owen
Author: dru_evilista
Rating: Teen for Owen's swearing.
Characters, Pairing: Owen, Jack, Ianto, mentions off screen Ianto/Owen.
Summary: A sequel to The Idol, Jack tells Owen about his condition.
---
Owen cautiously entered Jack office. Jack had yelled for him to get his arse up there, a minute ago. Owen wasn't quite sure what he was in trouble for. There were so many possibilities. Best not to say anything about anything and get him self in more trouble for something Jack didn't know about yet. "Eh yeah? You bellowed?"
"Sit." Owen obeyed eying Jack, trying to determine any hint of what was going on. He looked vaguely amused. Nothing new there. Ianto, who was standing at Jack's shoulder, gave away even less.
"A little while ago you were playing with a statue. About yay," Jack held his hands about a 60 centimeters apart. "high, covered in naked people, in interesting positions. Right?"
Owen winced. "Ok yeah. Fine, I admit it. What of it? What you pissed off I was looking at your sex-a-thon trophy?"
"No, of course not. I keep that right here." Jack grabbed a short trophy from behind him and held it up for a second before putting it back. "But back to the statue. That was a Seltirx fertility idol." Jack didn't go any further. As many stupid things Owen did, he was still a smart guy. He let Owen draw his own conclusions.
Owen mouth opened and closed for a minute. He looked from Jack to Ianto and back. "A...Seltirx fertility idol? Fertility idol? Made by aliens....oh bollocks. Please tell me Ianto's pregnant?"
Ianto snorted quietly.
"Sorry. You were the one to play with it, you're the pregnant one." Jack told him, managing to look a bit regretful.
"Thank God." Ianto muttered barely audibly.
"Look on the bright side. Since both you and Ianto are human, the baby will be too. No need to worry about chest bursting aliens or anything."
"You! You bloody dickhead! This is all your fault!" Owen snapped standing up and pointing at Jack.
"My fault? How do you figure that?" Jack asked calmly, more then used to Owen's temper.
"You left it out! Just sitting there looking all...interresting!" Owen yelled, pacing across the room, and waving his hands manically.
"You know you're right. This is my fault. I keep making the mistake of thinking I'm working with grown, intelligent, supposedly genius, adults. I need to remember I'm actually working in a day care center for special needs toddlers! So sorry. Won't happen again. Ianto? Want to put the kids down for nap time, while I baby proof the hub, then we can give them their juice boxes?"
"I- You- Arugh!" Owen screamed, then stormed out of the office, a loud stream of expletives following him.
"Well I think that went quite well."
"Yeah?"
"He didn't shoot either of us. That's better then I was hoping for."
"You were planing to dive behind me to hide weren't you?"
"Of course, Sir. Why have an immortal employer, if you don't take advantage of it once in a while?"
The End?
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Date: Wednesday, November 21st, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)