Characters: Gwen, Owen, Jack, team implied.
Written For: Challenge 484: Weekend at tw100.
Summary: Gwen has a question for the team.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
“So,” said Gwen as the team sat around the boardroom table, eating takeaway, “what do you lot like doing on weekends? Any hobbies?” She’d been racking her brains for questions she could ask in order to get to know her new colleagues, and that one seemed about the safest.
Everyone stared at her and Owen let out a disparaging snort. “Weekends? We’re here, workin’, just like every other day of the week. Torchwood isn’t some cushy nine-to-five job with weekends and bank holidays off. It’s twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. We’re lucky to get one day off a month. Who’s got time for hobbies?”
“Owen’s right,” Jack agreed. “The Rift doesn’t operate to a set schedule, so we have to be ready to deal with whatever comes through at any time, day or night. That’s why phones have to be kept charged and turned on at all times. I handle most nighttime alerts myself, but you never know when I might have to call the team in to assist.
Gwen was floored; all she could manage to say was, “Oh.” She ducked her head, concentrating on lunch. What had she got herself into?