Characters: Owen, Andy.
Written For: Challenge 499: Jam at tw100.
Summary: Andy and Owen have an awkward problem.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Hurry up, will you? We’ll be here all night at this rate.” Owen was being his usual grouchy self.
“You try if you think you can do any better,” Andy snapped back, pausing in his strenuous efforts. “The bloody thing’s jammed. Didn’t I say it was too big to fit? It won’t go all the way in, and now it won’t come out either. I told you this was a stupid idea, we should’ve used the SUV instead of my car, but oh no, Doctor Harper is always right.”
“Well if you didn’t have such a stupid little car…”
“There’s nothing wrong with my car! At least mine has a backseat, unlike your flashy sports job. It may be a bit ordinary for your tastes, but insurance is cheap, I get great mileage, and it’s easy to park.”
“None of which helps us now. We have to get back to the Hub.”
“Tell me something I don’t know! It’s not like I can drive with it sticking out like that. Looks suspicious; we’d likely get stopped by the police. We’ll have to call for help.”
“Fine, but you get to explain the Weevil jammed in the boot of your car.”