Keeping it Buried

Title: Keeping it Buried
Challenge: tw100 picture prompt
Characters/Pairings: Gwen. Mentions of Ianto, Owen and Tosh
Rating/Warning: PG
Spoilers: For CoE
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Torchwood 

Gwen’s been supervising the excavation and cleanup for days now. Watching as the remains of their lives are dug up, salvaged were possible, disposed of where not.

She’s seen so much come and go she hardly feels it anymore.

Then a keyboard is thrown onto a skip; broken, covered in mud and grime, keys missing. It’s so everyday, so normal something in her breaks again.

She can see Tosh’s hands dancing on the missing keys; she can see Owen brandishing it, wanting to play paper-ball tennis; sees Ianto shouting about sticky finger prints.

She wishes some things could stay buried.

Very silly short fic for a friend

A mate is bored, trying to kill hours in an airport, and wants amusing. I offered to write her fic if she gave me a prompt., She said her brain was too addled by boredom to think of a prompt and she was currently staring at people removing paint markings and it was only slightly more interesing than watching paint dry.

So she got this: (don't own it, no ratings, spoilers etc.)

“Whatcha doing?” Jack swaggered over to Ianto who was staring at the CCTV screen.

“Watching a road crew burn off red route markings.”

“Oh.” said Jack, slightly taken aback. “Is it fun?”

“About as much fun as watching paint dry.”

“Right.” Jack felt quite uncharacteristically wrong footed. He was clearly missing something but didn’t know what and Ianto still hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen.

“So, ah, why are you watching them burn off the red route markings?”

“Because I haven’t got anything else to do right now.”

Jack gave a lecherous grin. “Well, if you haven’t got anything else to do I can think of much better ways to occupy your time than wasting it on red routes.…”

Ianto finally turned his head, but his look was stern. “But that’s the point Jack. I can’t remember the last time I had enough nothing-to-do time to waste it. Now go away and let me watch; there’s quite a tricky corner coming up.”

Another short silly fic for a friend

Well moonlitcactus is also having a bored day and needed cheering. She offered me "in the spirit of prompting based on whatever it is the recipient needs distracting from, let's see what you can do with 'research on a topic that once was interesting but has got old really quickly, and still not finding anything worthwhile to tell your boss about it'... :)"

This is what she got (again, own nothing, but there is swearing in this one.):

“You know that I hate you don’t you?”

Jack simply smiled at Owen, causing his doctor to scowl even more. He rested one booted foot on the railing and looked down.

“What’s the problem Owen?”

“This fucking job you’ve got me doing.”

“Ah, job you volunteered to do.”

“Yeah, whatever, I thought it would get me out of cataloguing in the archives with the others didn’t I? But that does not change the fact that this is dull, tedious and I’m beginning to think frankly pointless. I’ve been at it for two days and I’m getting nothing useful, except covered in bits of stinky alien goo.”

As he spoke Owen gestured wildly around the room with the scalpel that was clenched in his hand. Jack surveyed the assortment jars and dishes that held various sticky, slimly, pointy, squidgy, smelly, bubbly and everything elsey you can imagine, bits of alien.

“So, there’s no connection then? I never would have guessed.” Jack tried, but failed, to keep the smirk off his face.

 

Owen didn’t miss it. He glowered. “You’re a bastard Harkness.”