Characters: Tosh, Jack, Ianto, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 665: Hollow at tw100.
Summary: Jack’s presence is proving a distraction.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Halfway through Tosh’s explanation regarding some upgrades she’s made to the Hub’s security systems, she was rudely interrupted by a loud rumbling sound coming from Jack. Everyone turned to look at him.
“Sorry, Tosh, don’t mind me; I’m just hungry.”
Ianto’s eyebrows went up. “How can you still be hungry after that triple-decker bacon butty you had for breakfast?”
“That was two hours ago!” Jack whined. “I thought there’d be coffee and doughnuts for this meeting, or at the very least some biscuits. If I’d known the boardroom was going to be a food-free zone, I would’ve had a snack before coming down here.”
“You can’t even survive through a twenty-minute meeting without food? Where do you put it all? You really must have hollow legs!”
“I have a fast metabolism,” Jack huffed. “Being a self-healing immortal takes a lot of fuel, and I had a very busy night.”
“I’ll bet,” Owen muttered.
“I was running around Cardiff half the night. Rogue Weevil down by the docks, and then I had to deal with a party of Clavonixxian tourists who took a wrong turn on their way to Bippit Minor.” Jack’s stomach rumbled again.
Ianto sighed. “I’ll fetch some biscuits.”