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Drabble: the New Hire
Title: The New Hire
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: All ages
Characters: Torchwood team
Genre: drabble
Word Count: 100
Spoilers/warnings: none
Summary: There's a new employee at Torchwood Three. Not everyone is happy to see him.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here in the corner. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: A belated stocking stuffer for![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=88.4)
yamx. Thanks to my betas: wendymr and canaana.
“Harkness, you’re insane!”
“You’re a psychiatrist now, Owen? What’s your objection to Chester joining Torchwood?”
“Who’s going to look after him? I don’t want my supply orders bollocksed up because Teaboy is busy with Chester.”
“I’ll help,” Gwen and Tosh say simultaneously.
“We’ll take turns,” Tosh adds.
“The girls won’t get anything done if they’re mooning over him,” Owen grumbles.
Chester says nothing.
“I’ll do it,” Jack says. “Torchwood needs him. We’ve enough work chasing aliens without handling terrestrial problems, too.”
Owen snorts. “He’ll be in your bed every night. Not that I care.”
Torchwood’s new Rodent Control Officer purrs.
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: All ages
Characters: Torchwood team
Genre: drabble
Word Count: 100
Spoilers/warnings: none
Summary: There's a new employee at Torchwood Three. Not everyone is happy to see him.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here in the corner. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: A belated stocking stuffer for
yamx. Thanks to my betas: wendymr and canaana.“Harkness, you’re insane!”
“You’re a psychiatrist now, Owen? What’s your objection to Chester joining Torchwood?”
“Who’s going to look after him? I don’t want my supply orders bollocksed up because Teaboy is busy with Chester.”
“I’ll help,” Gwen and Tosh say simultaneously.
“We’ll take turns,” Tosh adds.
“The girls won’t get anything done if they’re mooning over him,” Owen grumbles.
Chester says nothing.
“I’ll do it,” Jack says. “Torchwood needs him. We’ve enough work chasing aliens without handling terrestrial problems, too.”
Owen snorts. “He’ll be in your bed every night. Not that I care.”
Torchwood’s new Rodent Control Officer purrs.
