Written For: Challenge 525: Lost at tw100.
Summary: What happens when the technology you’re relying on lets you down?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen shook the small device harder, not that it made the slightest difference.
“Work, damn you!”
This couldn’t be happening! Here he was, miles outside Cardiff at close to midnight on what should have been a routine jaunt, delivering replacement parts to a stranded spaceship and now…
He’d been driving along following the directions the SatNav was giving him when something had gone seriously wrong.
‘Turn left in gloooble glurch skreeeeEEEEE BLRRRRP.’
As the screen went blank and a shrill whistle almost pierced his eardrums Owen had pulled to the side of the deserted road, snatching up the device and desperately trying to get it going again, but he had a horrible feeling it was dead. Now what was he going to do? Fixing living beings was one thing, but what did he know about electronics? Every time he got a new phone he had to ask Tosh to set it up for him.
The worst part was, he’d been relying on the SatNav not just to get him where he was going but to show him the way back to Cardiff afterwards. Without it he was completely lost.
To cap it all, there was no phone signal.