Title: A Familiar Routine
By: sheepybunbuns
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: heavily implied Jack/Ianto
A/N: Just an IM drabble really, because that's all I have time for at the mo.
Summary: Jack went off in the Tardis, Jack did stuff, Jack came back. Some things just fall back into their old routine, including Owen wasting time on IM.

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INSTANT MESSENGER TRANSCRIPT

Owen: I see you've stopped sulking now the part-time shag is back.

Ianto: Don't you have any work to do?

Owen: No and I'm not due to leave for another 2 hours. So my only task left is irritating you.

Owen: Unless Jack sends us all home early tonight. Againâ...

Owen: You'll be staying late, no doubt. Lots of important 'duties' to carry out?

Ianto: That's none of your business.

Owen: Ever thought about keeping your love life out of Torchwood's business?

Ianto: That's a bit rich coming from you.

Owen: At least I kept it out of the hub.

Owen: I can't eat in the conference room anymore. You can clean up the blood and guts from a corpse, but you can't clean 'that' up. You losing your office skivvy skills or something?

Owen: At least it wasn't me that put my hand in it.

Owen: You do realise that you've scarred Tosh for life?

Owen: Oh, and I found one of your ties last night.

Owen: That red, shiny one.

Ianto: It's maroon.

Owen: Whatever. It's now in three pieces.

Owen: I had to cut it off the top bar on the autopsy table because 'one' of you (and I don't want to know who) had tied it on so bloody tight.

Owen: You've ruined all my enjoyment of doing autopsies.

Owen: And while we're on the subject of that room, there's a box of latex gloves that have gone missing...

Owen: You wouldn't happen to know where they are?

Owen: I'll be counting the jars of petroleum jelly in my first aid cabinet tomorrow...

Owen: just to let you know…

Owen: in case you wanted to return anything...

Jack: Owen, I've got some old police files that need sorting out and putting onto the system.

Owen: You want me to do bloody data-entry?

Jack: Wouldn't want you to get bored and start distracting the rest of the staff.

Owen: Ianto, you are such a bleeding snitch.

[conversation ends]

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