Happy

Title: Happy
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen/Tosh, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Words: 483
Rating, Warnings: PG - bit of swearing...
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None - written in full denial mode - none of the bad stuff happened.
AN: A little birthday fic for owensheart. A huge happy birthday to you mate, I hope you enjoy your day.
Thanks to emyrldlady for giving this a once over.


( Owen leant back in his chair and linked his fingers behind his head, surveying the Hub. )

Time Lordy meme!!

Stolen from sariagray and pocky_slash. Simply seemed too much fun not to waste work time on.

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favourite word is now your catchphrase.

I am the Communications Officer and I am the 5th regeneration. I’m wearing my arm warmers in the office as it’s that dammed cold, and they are closest to my fingers so are totes being my notable item!!

*snort* My mum is my companion. Bless her, she doesn’t even like going overseas. Or loud noises. She’ll hate every second of it.

My current favourite word appears to be “preposterous!” which I think is a pretty good Time Lordy word.

So, I am the arm warmer wearing Communications Officer, who travels with her mum and shouts “Preposterous”.

Works for me.