December 17th, 2007



Gwen opened the fridge and slammed the door shut as the stench enveloped her. She took a deep breath, opened the door again and grabbed the milk. She repeated the process to put it away.
Wiping tears from her eyes, she grabbed her coffee and headed back to her desk.

"Owen, clean out the fridge."

"Tell the teaboy to do it, I'm busy."

Gwen smacked him across the back of the head. "You know Ianto won't touch it since you started leaving your experiments in there. I swear the red furry thing on the bottom shelf was singing Christmas carols."


tw100challenge #53: domestic chores
tw100challenge #54: christmasolstikwanzakah songs


Giles looked around the room hoping that someone had an answer.

Faith shrugged. "I just got in from a mission and missed the whole thing."

"I was reviewing the security tapes when I spotted it." Andrew balanced his chair on its back legs. "That's the first I knew of the incident."

"Don't look at me." Xander muttered. "I was tied up in the supply closet."

"We have a damage bill in the thousands, a concussion and three broken bones." Giles ran through the list. "Can someone explain why the junior Slayers were playing hockey on an oiled the gymnasium floor?"


open_on_sundaychallenge #247: charity/charitable
Part of the London!verse


Rose had been delighted at the local cuisine.

It looked exactly like fat, fluffy chips. It smelled exactly the same, the tang of vinegar sharp in her nose. Even the taste was perfect.

"What's that face for?"

Rose attempted to discretely spit out the partially masticated chip. "Are they supposed to be this chewy?" She dug the chip from its grip on her back molar, disturbed as it stretched like chewing gum.

How could something so wonderful have such a bizarre texture? It was funny the similarities you found while travelling. But the differences could leave something to be desired.


dw100challenge #176: bond
dw100challenge #177: chips