Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 520: Call at tw100.
Summary: Ianto receives a phone call guaranteed to annoy him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Ianto snapped his phone shut and jammed it viciously into his pocket, muttering swearwords under his breath. Tosh got the impression he would have liked to throw it across the Hub to smash against the wall, but restrained himself because he didn’t want the hassle of getting another replacement. He’d only had this one a few weeks since its predecessor died of alien slime.
“Telesales call?” she asked her friend sympathetically. She knew he really hated being interrupted when he was busy.
He sighed heavily. “No, unfortunately. That was Jack; the SUV’s been towed. With a Weevil in the boot.”