Written For: Challenge 485: Weather at tw100.
Summary: Owen decides bad weather isn’t so bad if you don’t have to go out in it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Owen scowled through the rain-streaked windows of his flat. Here he was, with his first day off in a month, and there was storm raging outside. So much for his plans. He had shopping to do, and he’d though he might treat himself to lunch and a few beers at the pub after, but hazardous weather warnings were in place and people were being advised not to go anywhere unless they had to.
Winds were gusting up to ninety miles an hour, howling around the buildings like a horde of banshees and driving the rain horizontally in sheets. He was glad he didn’t live closer to the bay because he’d seen images on the news of waves crashing up over the railings onto the Plas, swamping it so it looked like a wading pool. The Tourist Office was probably flooded already, which was bound to piss Ianto off.
Owen smiled suddenly. Then again, he supposed he was pretty lucky not to be working today. While the rest of the team might have to leave the safety of their homes and brave the elements to do their jobs, he was safe and warm indoors.
Maybe he’d just go back to bed.