TW FIC: Pop Culture Victim
Title: Pop Culture Victim
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 212
Summary: "It was an accident!"
Written for: invisible_lift for the ABC prompt challenge on my main journal.
Author's Note: Yesterday was so sticky sweet that I had to go the other way today. It's also entirely possible I've been watching WAY too many "Viral Video Year in Review" programs this week.
“It was an accident!” Owen shouted for the fourth time.
“Good luck explaining that to him,” Jack replied windedly as he and Gwen hauled Ianto’s limp body into the passenger’s seat of the SUV.
“It was!” Owen tried again. “How was I supposed to know he was going to lunge between me and the weevil at exactly the moment I fired?”
Tosh climbed into the back seat. “I’m pretty sure he’s still going to think this is retaliation for that incident with the rift computer.”
Owen shoved her into the middle seat with his hip as he climbed in next to her. “Yeah, well, in ten minutes he’s going to be just fine. It took weeks for my arm to heal up, so… And it was an accident when I got him, he took aim and fired at me.”
Tosh kept giggling behind her hand. Jack finished buckling Ianto into the front seat and hopped in behind the wheel. “Keep laughing, Tosh, and he’ll put you on decaf for a week,” he warned.
“I’m sorry, but I just keep hearing the same thing over and over in my head.” She giggled again.
“Dare we ask?” Owen put in testily.
“I just keep hearing this perfect Welsh accent going, ‘Don’t tase me, O!’”
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 212
Summary: "It was an accident!"
Written for: invisible_lift for the ABC prompt challenge on my main journal.
Author's Note: Yesterday was so sticky sweet that I had to go the other way today. It's also entirely possible I've been watching WAY too many "Viral Video Year in Review" programs this week.
“It was an accident!” Owen shouted for the fourth time.
“Good luck explaining that to him,” Jack replied windedly as he and Gwen hauled Ianto’s limp body into the passenger’s seat of the SUV.
“It was!” Owen tried again. “How was I supposed to know he was going to lunge between me and the weevil at exactly the moment I fired?”
Tosh climbed into the back seat. “I’m pretty sure he’s still going to think this is retaliation for that incident with the rift computer.”
Owen shoved her into the middle seat with his hip as he climbed in next to her. “Yeah, well, in ten minutes he’s going to be just fine. It took weeks for my arm to heal up, so… And it was an accident when I got him, he took aim and fired at me.”
Tosh kept giggling behind her hand. Jack finished buckling Ianto into the front seat and hopped in behind the wheel. “Keep laughing, Tosh, and he’ll put you on decaf for a week,” he warned.
“I’m sorry, but I just keep hearing the same thing over and over in my head.” She giggled again.
“Dare we ask?” Owen put in testily.
“I just keep hearing this perfect Welsh accent going, ‘Don’t tase me, O!’”