Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 502: Hat at tw100.
Summary: Alien devices really can do anything…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Owen’s jaw dropped as Jack and Ianto straggled back into the Hub with whatever the Rift had dumped on Cardiff this time. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jack’s bald, shiny head. “You look like a boiled egg! “
Jack’s answering glare was probably meant to be intimidating, but the fact that he didn’t even have eyebrows somehow lessened the impact. “Don’t remind me.”
Ianto hefted the containment box. “I think this had better go straight in the secure archives, don’t you?”
“But what about my hair!” Jack wailed.
“You’ll just have to wear a hat until it grows back.”