tiredAuthor:
badly_knittedCharacters: Rhys, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 535: Instant at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen’s a bit too confident in his own abilities.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“You have driven one of these before, haven’t you?” Rhys asked uncertainly as Owen clambered up into the cab of the lorry Torchwood was renting from Harwood’s.
“Give me a break,” Owen grumbled sourly. “I’m Torchwood; we can drive anything. You’ve seen the tank we get around in.”
“It’s just, driving a lorry’s a bit different from driving a car…” Rhys took a hasty step backwards as Owen slammed the driver’s door.
“Gearlever, clutch, brake, accelerator… Looks the same to me.” Owen put the lorry in gear and backed straight into his own car. “Bloody Hell!”
Rhys smirked. Instant karma.
The End