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Author: Look at the icon, please.
Characters: Owen, Doctor, Gwen, Ianto (sorry, no pairings right now)
Rating: PG (swearing and a little violence. Basically, like the show, even a little less.)
Summary: It's not like they wouldn't cross at some point. Someone just forced the meeting a little earlier. Slight crossover with Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: Sorry, still do not own Torchwood.
Part One
He was in the hospital for about a month. No one could find his life during Torchwood, but they could find everything before it. At the least, he had his doctor credentials so he could get a job. A small one with the hospital as they lost a couple of their doctors from the bombings. After recertifying himself, he had to buy a new place and get his life back together.
Well, at least you're alive.
That was the biggest news to him as he started getting use to breathing again. He lived (for lack of a better term) without breathing, sleeping eating...
Wonderful, you can have sex again.
Which Owen tried out the first night, and the second night and every night for a straight week. Random shag every day. He was loving the feel of everything again.
If he was living life before, he was living it more now. He didn't get caught up in anything long-term and managed to avoid anything and anyone that reminded him of his old life. He was free of Torchwood for the first time since Katie died.
Left people that cared about you. The man that is your father who had to learn from a letter.
"Great, now my conscience sounds like Jack." He muttered as he went to get his second daily cup of coffee from the local shop after work. It was already dark out and the one night he didn't have a shift at the hospital. He was going to go to a pub at some point and pick up a random girl to go home with before the next day came.
Unnoticed by him, a man wearing a long brown coat and a blue suit under that was watching him carefully. He sipped his tea carefully before paying and leaving behind him. He readjusted his glasses and hid his screwdriver within his hand.
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"Gwen, forty meters ahead. Two weevils, one fatality already. Ianto, be ready to head off anyone that could be around," Jack yelled through the coms. Ever since the letter, Jack did not want to leave the Hub. Ianto had taken to dosing his last coffee with a mild sedative to force sleep for a few hours.
Gwen switched off her com after confirming before turning to Ianto. "Still hasn't told you?"
"No, and I refuse to read the letter. Whatever Owen told him was more than what he told us."
"What could devastate Jack that much?" Ianto didn't answer.
They arrived at the scene to see the two weevils hunched over a second person. Gwen was the first out, holding a gun and weevil spray in front of her. She swept the eyes of the weevils around the body and proceeded to knock out the first one while Ianto took care of the second one. Even as the two fell to the ground, several more came out.
"Oh, shit," Gwen said, forgetting about her com and backing up slowly.
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The Doctor caught up with him at the next intersection. "Do you know what a weevil is?"
Owen stared at him. This can't be good. "A what?"
"Weevil. Big nasty thing that was a few alleyways back. Several of them were surrounding this couple. Thought you would have seen it, being the weevil king or whatever it was."
Who the hell is this guy? And how in the hell did he know that? "Excuse me?"
"You are Owen Harper, aren't you? Member of Torchwood."
"Was a member, I got out."
"Oh really. Even if your friends are in danger."
"What?"
"Oh, the couple back there. I suspect one is Ianto. Jack talked about him a lot when we were together. Talked about you and the others also. Loves the lot of you. Platonic of course, except for Ianto. Kept talking about how he was going to be different when he got back." He decided to stop for a minute. Building up suspense. Just like a scene in a movie. What was that one that Rose had me see in the Eighties? He shook off that thought to get back to the idea at hand. "What do you choose, Owen Harper? A shallow life, trying giving yourself something to replace what you had while ignoring the feelings of guilt, or will you go back, to your friends who could really use help right about now?"
Why did he have to mention guilt? Flashes of Abaddon and opening the rift go through his head.
He and Jack were at an standoff. "I..."
"I forgive you." He nods, and lowers his head to not face him. Jack reaches up and pulls him in. A nasty little voice is going off in the back of his head. 'You don't deserve this. You shot him. Betrayed him.' Owen started crying at this thought.
'He said he forgives me.'
'He's putting on a show for the others. Wait until you two are alone.'
"There was really a group forming around them. Make your decision," Doctor pushed.
Owen pushed his half full coffee into the Doctor's hands and ran back to where the noises were coming from. Gwen and Ianto were backing up opposite of the SUV. Five weevils were closing in slowly while two laid on the ground, unable to see. They kept bumping into each other, which was comical if it wasn't for the fact their relatives were getting closer.
"Bloody hell, where are those group cans?" he muttered, rummaging through the trunk and lifting several lids to find the things. "Gwen!" he yelled, getting her attention, even if she couldn't see exactly who it was. "Group spray?!"
"Far right, towards beginning," Ianto answered. The lid came off and a can was rolling toward the group. After a few seconds, streams of gas was leaking out, taking over the air and bringing down the weevils. A tense minute later, the group started to collapse as the gas dissipated into the air.
"All right, we'll have to bring another car to gather the rest," Gwen noted, walking around them and back to the SUV. Owen had about three seconds on whether to leave or not. But he wasn't fast enough for Gwen to break out into a run and throw her arms around him. She pulled back from him and looked him over. "Where the hell have you been?" she shouted, slapping him before asking.
Owen held the side of his face. "Nice to see you too, Gwen. How's Rhys?" Ianto stepped in front of her. Owen was readying for a blow, or a gunshot. Instead, he grabbed a chunk of his shirt and lifted him against the side of the SUV, choking off his air supply a little bit. "Oi! Ianto, you're not Jack."
"A month. A month! We thought you were dead!" Gwen yelled. She hit him again, a fist into the shoulder.
"Oi! Just because I can heal again doesn't mean I become the punching bag." Ianto released his shirt in surprise. Gwen took his wrist and Ianto went for his neck, confirming what he had already said.
"Let's get back. Jack's going to be wondering what's going on," Ianto suggested, letting Owen go and going to the back of the SUV to grab a few cover bags before going back to the weevils. A few were moving slowly while the three got cuffs and bags on before injecting them with more sedative.
"We can get about half into the SUV," Gwen figured out.
"I'll stay back here until you can get the rest," Owen grumbled.
"Better idea. I'll stay back here," Ianto retorted.
"What? Being gone a month doesn't allow me to be fit for weevil babysitting?"
"You were logged off, Owen. We all thought you were dead. You are not a Torchwood member anymore and therefore cannot be trusted until..."
"That's a load of shit, Ianto."
"That's enough. Owen, passenger's seat. Now," Gwen ended. Ianto and Owen glared at each other while Gwen turned on her ear piece again.
Part Three
Characters: Owen, Doctor, Gwen, Ianto (sorry, no pairings right now)
Rating: PG (swearing and a little violence. Basically, like the show, even a little less.)
Summary: It's not like they wouldn't cross at some point. Someone just forced the meeting a little earlier. Slight crossover with Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: Sorry, still do not own Torchwood.
Part One
He was in the hospital for about a month. No one could find his life during Torchwood, but they could find everything before it. At the least, he had his doctor credentials so he could get a job. A small one with the hospital as they lost a couple of their doctors from the bombings. After recertifying himself, he had to buy a new place and get his life back together.
Well, at least you're alive.
That was the biggest news to him as he started getting use to breathing again. He lived (for lack of a better term) without breathing, sleeping eating...
Wonderful, you can have sex again.
Which Owen tried out the first night, and the second night and every night for a straight week. Random shag every day. He was loving the feel of everything again.
If he was living life before, he was living it more now. He didn't get caught up in anything long-term and managed to avoid anything and anyone that reminded him of his old life. He was free of Torchwood for the first time since Katie died.
Left people that cared about you. The man that is your father who had to learn from a letter.
"Great, now my conscience sounds like Jack." He muttered as he went to get his second daily cup of coffee from the local shop after work. It was already dark out and the one night he didn't have a shift at the hospital. He was going to go to a pub at some point and pick up a random girl to go home with before the next day came.
Unnoticed by him, a man wearing a long brown coat and a blue suit under that was watching him carefully. He sipped his tea carefully before paying and leaving behind him. He readjusted his glasses and hid his screwdriver within his hand.
====/====/====/====/====
"Gwen, forty meters ahead. Two weevils, one fatality already. Ianto, be ready to head off anyone that could be around," Jack yelled through the coms. Ever since the letter, Jack did not want to leave the Hub. Ianto had taken to dosing his last coffee with a mild sedative to force sleep for a few hours.
Gwen switched off her com after confirming before turning to Ianto. "Still hasn't told you?"
"No, and I refuse to read the letter. Whatever Owen told him was more than what he told us."
"What could devastate Jack that much?" Ianto didn't answer.
They arrived at the scene to see the two weevils hunched over a second person. Gwen was the first out, holding a gun and weevil spray in front of her. She swept the eyes of the weevils around the body and proceeded to knock out the first one while Ianto took care of the second one. Even as the two fell to the ground, several more came out.
"Oh, shit," Gwen said, forgetting about her com and backing up slowly.
=====/=====/=====/=====/=====
The Doctor caught up with him at the next intersection. "Do you know what a weevil is?"
Owen stared at him. This can't be good. "A what?"
"Weevil. Big nasty thing that was a few alleyways back. Several of them were surrounding this couple. Thought you would have seen it, being the weevil king or whatever it was."
Who the hell is this guy? And how in the hell did he know that? "Excuse me?"
"You are Owen Harper, aren't you? Member of Torchwood."
"Was a member, I got out."
"Oh really. Even if your friends are in danger."
"What?"
"Oh, the couple back there. I suspect one is Ianto. Jack talked about him a lot when we were together. Talked about you and the others also. Loves the lot of you. Platonic of course, except for Ianto. Kept talking about how he was going to be different when he got back." He decided to stop for a minute. Building up suspense. Just like a scene in a movie. What was that one that Rose had me see in the Eighties? He shook off that thought to get back to the idea at hand. "What do you choose, Owen Harper? A shallow life, trying giving yourself something to replace what you had while ignoring the feelings of guilt, or will you go back, to your friends who could really use help right about now?"
Why did he have to mention guilt? Flashes of Abaddon and opening the rift go through his head.
He and Jack were at an standoff. "I..."
"I forgive you." He nods, and lowers his head to not face him. Jack reaches up and pulls him in. A nasty little voice is going off in the back of his head. 'You don't deserve this. You shot him. Betrayed him.' Owen started crying at this thought.
'He said he forgives me.'
'He's putting on a show for the others. Wait until you two are alone.'
"There was really a group forming around them. Make your decision," Doctor pushed.
Owen pushed his half full coffee into the Doctor's hands and ran back to where the noises were coming from. Gwen and Ianto were backing up opposite of the SUV. Five weevils were closing in slowly while two laid on the ground, unable to see. They kept bumping into each other, which was comical if it wasn't for the fact their relatives were getting closer.
"Bloody hell, where are those group cans?" he muttered, rummaging through the trunk and lifting several lids to find the things. "Gwen!" he yelled, getting her attention, even if she couldn't see exactly who it was. "Group spray?!"
"Far right, towards beginning," Ianto answered. The lid came off and a can was rolling toward the group. After a few seconds, streams of gas was leaking out, taking over the air and bringing down the weevils. A tense minute later, the group started to collapse as the gas dissipated into the air.
"All right, we'll have to bring another car to gather the rest," Gwen noted, walking around them and back to the SUV. Owen had about three seconds on whether to leave or not. But he wasn't fast enough for Gwen to break out into a run and throw her arms around him. She pulled back from him and looked him over. "Where the hell have you been?" she shouted, slapping him before asking.
Owen held the side of his face. "Nice to see you too, Gwen. How's Rhys?" Ianto stepped in front of her. Owen was readying for a blow, or a gunshot. Instead, he grabbed a chunk of his shirt and lifted him against the side of the SUV, choking off his air supply a little bit. "Oi! Ianto, you're not Jack."
"A month. A month! We thought you were dead!" Gwen yelled. She hit him again, a fist into the shoulder.
"Oi! Just because I can heal again doesn't mean I become the punching bag." Ianto released his shirt in surprise. Gwen took his wrist and Ianto went for his neck, confirming what he had already said.
"Let's get back. Jack's going to be wondering what's going on," Ianto suggested, letting Owen go and going to the back of the SUV to grab a few cover bags before going back to the weevils. A few were moving slowly while the three got cuffs and bags on before injecting them with more sedative.
"We can get about half into the SUV," Gwen figured out.
"I'll stay back here until you can get the rest," Owen grumbled.
"Better idea. I'll stay back here," Ianto retorted.
"What? Being gone a month doesn't allow me to be fit for weevil babysitting?"
"You were logged off, Owen. We all thought you were dead. You are not a Torchwood member anymore and therefore cannot be trusted until..."
"That's a load of shit, Ianto."
"That's enough. Owen, passenger's seat. Now," Gwen ended. Ianto and Owen glared at each other while Gwen turned on her ear piece again.
Part Three
