Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011. Day 318. Prompt from book_junkie007, who requested Torchwood; Owen; Tribble. Unbeta'd. Comments and concrit welcome.
Summary: Owen sees the warning signs.
“What’s the point, Owen? It’s all rubbish, isn’t it?”
Not the most flattering thing to hear after a good shag. Well, good for him anyway. Maybe Susie just wanted someone to listen her rants about the ugliness and futility of their work. He had to admit, it was a bit bleak.
“Has anything cute ever come through the Rift?” he asked Jack the next day.
Jack’s leer wasn’t what Owen wanted to see. He’d been hoping for something like a tribble. He wanted to give Susie hope, but all Jack had to offer was sex.
That was Torchwood for you.