Challenge 865 - Keeping it down
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m_findlowTitle: Keeping it down
Character: Owen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 865 - Whisper at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen thinks he might be getting hard of hearing. A double drabble.
‘Tosh!’ Owen exclaimed, checking his watch and noting how very late Tosh was arriving at the hub. Tosh was one of the early birds, usually. Her and Ianto were always here, and he and Gwen usually rolled in at least an hour later. ‘About bloody time! Have you got those analyses for the Cictruvian incubator cells? Jack’s been busting my chops for a progress report.’
Tosh mouthed something and Owen frowned at her. ‘Eh?’
She leaned over the medical bay railing and repeated the response. Still nothing. Owen stuck a finger in his ear in case there was wax needing to be dug out that was blocking it. ‘Look, speak up, will you? I can’t hear a bloody word you’re saying.’ He was certain he wasn’t the problem here. He’d only demanded coffee about quarter of an hour ago and received the customary lecture on how he could do with a few more Ps and Qs.
Tosh gave him a vexed look, pulled out her phone and tapped the screen. Owen’s mobile pinged on the exam table.
“Came down with that cold Gwen had last week. Lost my voice so all I can do is whisper.”
Ah, that explained it.
‘Tosh!’ Owen exclaimed, checking his watch and noting how very late Tosh was arriving at the hub. Tosh was one of the early birds, usually. Her and Ianto were always here, and he and Gwen usually rolled in at least an hour later. ‘About bloody time! Have you got those analyses for the Cictruvian incubator cells? Jack’s been busting my chops for a progress report.’
Tosh mouthed something and Owen frowned at her. ‘Eh?’
She leaned over the medical bay railing and repeated the response. Still nothing. Owen stuck a finger in his ear in case there was wax needing to be dug out that was blocking it. ‘Look, speak up, will you? I can’t hear a bloody word you’re saying.’ He was certain he wasn’t the problem here. He’d only demanded coffee about quarter of an hour ago and received the customary lecture on how he could do with a few more Ps and Qs.
Tosh gave him a vexed look, pulled out her phone and tapped the screen. Owen’s mobile pinged on the exam table.
“Came down with that cold Gwen had last week. Lost my voice so all I can do is whisper.”
Ah, that explained it.
