Characters: Owen, Tosh.
Written For: Challenge 502: Hat at tw100.
Summary: It’s colder than it should be in the morgue; better break out the winter woollies.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Something was wrong with the heating in cold storage. Not that it was supposed to be hot down there, but you weren’t supposed to be able to see your breath either. Ianto had said he was looking into it, but whatever the problem was it was taking him a while to fix. If Owen could have just kept out of the morgue until everything was working properly again he would have, but he needed to check the cryo systems and make sure the cold wasn’t affecting the sensitive machinery. The last thing any of them needed was to have all the deceased former agents and the living but frozen threats to humanity suddenly defrost.
Bundled up in coat, scarf, and gloves as if he was about to step out into a blizzard, he hesitated before tugging the woolly hat on. It might look more like his mum’s old tea cosy but it beat having his ears freeze off. Frostbite was no joke.
Tosh joined him, scanner in hand, similarly bundled up but looking cute in her purple bobble hat. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
It meant a lot that Tosh was willing to brave the freezing temperatures to help him.