Characters: Owen, Tosh, Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 624: Alarm at tw100.
Summary: Owen has a hangover and his colleagues are being inconsiderate.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The cog door alarms blared out and Owen pressed his hands over his ears as his head threatened to explode.
“For fuck’s sake, Tosh, turn the bloody things off!”
“Something wrong, Owen?” Tosh looked across at her colleague. “Feeling a little fragile today, are you?”
Owen whimpered, slumping across his desk, arms over his head, trying to block out the racket, which seemed to be going on far longer than usual.
With a monumental effort he raised his head and squinted through bloodshot eyes towards the Hub’s main entrance, which was still open. One at a time Ianto was handing boxes and packages from a tall stack just outside the lift to Jack, who was standing in the Hub’s doorway, preventing the door from rolling closed and thereby keeping the alarms blaring. Jack took each item, setting it down on the stack that was forming on the floor just inside the Hub while Ianto checked it off on his clipboard. The raucous alarms didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest, and Tosh didn’t seem to mind either.
Then it hit him; the bastards were wearing earplugs! They were torturing him on purpose!
He’d make them pay!
If he survived.