Characters: Gwen, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 614: Nonstop at tw100.
Spoilers: Set after End of Days, while Jack is gone.
Summary: Owen is getting on Gwen’s nerves.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Gwen gave an exasperated sigh. “Give it a rest, Owen! You’ve been complaining non-stop since we started out! I don’t know what you’ve got to moan about; you’re driving. All I get to do is sit here listening to you going on and on. Can’t you shut up for five minutes? Put the radio on, or at the very least try talking to me instead of whining about every bloody thing!”
“I’m not whining!” Owen snapped. “And excuse me for complaining, but I was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night and forced to trek to the middle of nowhere looking for God knows what!”
“Oh, like you’re the only one! I was asleep too when the Rift alarm went off!” Gwen shot back. “Someone’s got to collect whatever came through.”
“So why didn’t you go by yourself?”
“Because it’s the middle of the night and the coordinates of the Rift spike are out in the country. Two sets of eyes are better than one.”
“Don’t see why it had to be me. I hate the countryside!”
“It’s our turn; Tosh and Ianto were on duty last night.”
“If Jack ever comes back I’m gonna kill him.”