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Author: *facepalms*
Characters: Gwen, Owen, Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG (swearing)
Summary: What will they do now?
Disclaimer: Am I anybody in connection with the show? No, so I don't own Torchwood.
Part one
Part two
"Tosh," Owen yelled throughout the hub. "Come on, Tosh, I haven't been here a month, but that's no reason to avoid me."
"Owen..." Gwen started.
"Tosh, come on!" he shouted.
"Just wait until Jack and Ianto get back. At least help with getting the weevils in," Gwen worried, watching him go back and forth across the Hub trying to find her.
Owen stilled at her desk, seeing the emptiness that didn't usually accompany Tosh's desk. The box had finally been moved to the storage place where all of her other stuff would be as well. "No," he whispered, pulling out the shelves to find them all empty. "No, no. She wasn't that badly hurt. She said she only had the arm; it was paining her," he muttered.
"Owen!" Gwen shouted, getting his attention. She waited until he was looking at her. "Help me with the weevils." Owen mumbled for a minute before joining her out the door to get the weevils from the SUV.
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Jack pulled up in the other car about fifteen minutes after Gwen and Owen left. "Split the group in half?"
"Gwen took what she could and we have the rest." He started dragging the weevils toward the back of the car.
"How many did she have?"
"Four."
"Gwen has four weevils be herself?"
"She's not by herself."
"Who's with her? Rhys?"
"No, and you won't believe me if I told you."
"John?"
"Get in the car, Jack. We'll explain back at the Hub."
"Was it a woman with red hair and a loud personality?"
"Jack," Ianto growled, putting an end to the guessing. He threw up his hands as Ianto got into the driver's seat and took off.
"Can I at least get a hint?"
"Jack!" Ianto barked, making him step back and leaving Ianto to roll his eyes. He turned on his com to fully avoid Jack. "Gwen, how is he?"
"He found out about Tosh, figured out she died..."
"Not surprised."
"Helped with the weevils..."
"You ordered him?" A small sound confirmed his thoughts.
"And then decided to step in a cell with a waking one. I handcuffed him to the railing after knocking him out."
"Okay, we'll have to watch when he's near weevils. Why didn't you put in him in a cell without anything to kill himself with?" Ianto asked.
"We only have three cells left, unless you want Owen in one of the lower ones. Or a weevil."
They haven't been used on a long time. May not even hold. "Fair warning, Jack may not like it."
"Jack may not like what?" he directed, letting Ianto know not to talk about him. He grabbed the earpiece. "Gwen, put whoever it is in my office and get them on the couch. Take anything they may kill themselves with and lock them in." He ended the conversation and then threw the piece on the dashboard. "Problem solved."
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Jack went straight to the office as soon as they were in the door. The breaking of objects could be heard on the other side. "Anything important that's destroyed will come straight out of working for me," he yelled through the door, opening it in time to see the person retort.
"I work for you for four fucking years. Take it out of the last paycheck I never got," Owen growled, facing him from across the room. "Who the hell killed her? Who killed Tosh?"
Jack pushed back his own questions in order to deal with him. He locked the door as a way to keep people in and out. "His name's Gray; he's my brother."
"He's... he's your... wait, he's, he's still alive!" Owen stood toe to toe, sticking his face straight into Jack's. "I want to see him."
"No."
"The bastard killed Tosh."
"You won't be able to do anything."
"I'll kill him since you can't."
"Can you really kill someone related to you?"
"I've done it before."
"You didn't know then."
Owen ignored the last part and tried to leave. "Let me out, Harkness," he growled, letting out the same tone that scared Janet just over a year ago.
"No."
That flew Owen into a homicidal rage. The first punch hit just below the cheekbone. Unlike the last time, Jack managed to stay up from the first punch. After two minutes, Jack figured this wasn't going to turn out like last time. He grabbed the next fist to go his way and twisted the attached arm up his back. His other arm wrapped around the shoulders. "Owen, Owen listen to me."
"You don't have anything I want to hear."
"There was nothing I could do. I got there too late."
"What were you doing? Having a quick shag with John?" Jack removed his arm from the shoulders and slammed Owen down on the desk, having been cleared by Owen's rage.
"Don't you dare, don't you fucking dare!" he roared, "Do you really think that I would sacrifice her life for nothing? There was nothing I could do!"
"So what stopped you?" Owen hissed, trying to grab anything with his free arm to hit, throw or stab Jack off of him. He couldn't get to anything of use in the awkward position he was in.
"I thought I could stop him. Talk him out of it. I thought forgiving him would help." Jack was loosening his hold, ready to let go at a moment's notice.
"You've been alive for a while, Harkness, ever learn you can't talk people out of something?"
Jack released him, feeling that the fight was out of Owen. He watched him rub the feeling back into his arm. Wait, he shouldn't have to do that. "I've only had that problem with you and Gray."
"Must be immune to your charm."
Jack now watched him, taking in all the indicators he wasn't paying attention to before. Breathing, sweat, bruising. "Owen..." he started.
"Yes, Jack, I'm alive. I don't know how, but I'm alive." He collapsed on the couch before going on.
"How long have you been alive?"
"Since the plant. Someone found me in the middle of the park. I was covered in coolant and taken to the hospital. I don't know how I got there. I woke up two weeks ago."
Jack dropped down beside him. "Were you planning on coming back?"
"Face Tosh for yelling at her? Right, you're mad."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"'Jack, while Gwen was keeping a vigil by your side, I decided to test a theory that you are my biological father. Guess what, the results are positive," he said in a falsely cheerful voice, "You left before I even had the results and didn't bother to tell you after coming back because you left us."
Jack was face with a situation. He had no words to offer, nothing that could clear up the air between them. Knowing a hug may get him punched again, he placed his hand on his shoulder, replicating an earlier moment between them. "You didn't tell them."
"No." A slight waver in his voice caught his attention. "I would have told Tosh when I came back." He buried his head, covering with his hands. "It should have been me. She deserved a life outside. She deserved a better life." His shoulders started to shake slightly as he started to cry. Arms snaked around him and turned to wrap his own arms around.
"She still loved you. That never changed." His own tears fell; his crying held inside while he held Owen in his arms.
Characters: Gwen, Owen, Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG (swearing)
Summary: What will they do now?
Disclaimer: Am I anybody in connection with the show? No, so I don't own Torchwood.
Part one
Part two
"Tosh," Owen yelled throughout the hub. "Come on, Tosh, I haven't been here a month, but that's no reason to avoid me."
"Owen..." Gwen started.
"Tosh, come on!" he shouted.
"Just wait until Jack and Ianto get back. At least help with getting the weevils in," Gwen worried, watching him go back and forth across the Hub trying to find her.
Owen stilled at her desk, seeing the emptiness that didn't usually accompany Tosh's desk. The box had finally been moved to the storage place where all of her other stuff would be as well. "No," he whispered, pulling out the shelves to find them all empty. "No, no. She wasn't that badly hurt. She said she only had the arm; it was paining her," he muttered.
"Owen!" Gwen shouted, getting his attention. She waited until he was looking at her. "Help me with the weevils." Owen mumbled for a minute before joining her out the door to get the weevils from the SUV.
====/====/====/====/====
Jack pulled up in the other car about fifteen minutes after Gwen and Owen left. "Split the group in half?"
"Gwen took what she could and we have the rest." He started dragging the weevils toward the back of the car.
"How many did she have?"
"Four."
"Gwen has four weevils be herself?"
"She's not by herself."
"Who's with her? Rhys?"
"No, and you won't believe me if I told you."
"John?"
"Get in the car, Jack. We'll explain back at the Hub."
"Was it a woman with red hair and a loud personality?"
"Jack," Ianto growled, putting an end to the guessing. He threw up his hands as Ianto got into the driver's seat and took off.
"Can I at least get a hint?"
"Jack!" Ianto barked, making him step back and leaving Ianto to roll his eyes. He turned on his com to fully avoid Jack. "Gwen, how is he?"
"He found out about Tosh, figured out she died..."
"Not surprised."
"Helped with the weevils..."
"You ordered him?" A small sound confirmed his thoughts.
"And then decided to step in a cell with a waking one. I handcuffed him to the railing after knocking him out."
"Okay, we'll have to watch when he's near weevils. Why didn't you put in him in a cell without anything to kill himself with?" Ianto asked.
"We only have three cells left, unless you want Owen in one of the lower ones. Or a weevil."
They haven't been used on a long time. May not even hold. "Fair warning, Jack may not like it."
"Jack may not like what?" he directed, letting Ianto know not to talk about him. He grabbed the earpiece. "Gwen, put whoever it is in my office and get them on the couch. Take anything they may kill themselves with and lock them in." He ended the conversation and then threw the piece on the dashboard. "Problem solved."
=====/=====/=====/=====/=====
Jack went straight to the office as soon as they were in the door. The breaking of objects could be heard on the other side. "Anything important that's destroyed will come straight out of working for me," he yelled through the door, opening it in time to see the person retort.
"I work for you for four fucking years. Take it out of the last paycheck I never got," Owen growled, facing him from across the room. "Who the hell killed her? Who killed Tosh?"
Jack pushed back his own questions in order to deal with him. He locked the door as a way to keep people in and out. "His name's Gray; he's my brother."
"He's... he's your... wait, he's, he's still alive!" Owen stood toe to toe, sticking his face straight into Jack's. "I want to see him."
"No."
"The bastard killed Tosh."
"You won't be able to do anything."
"I'll kill him since you can't."
"Can you really kill someone related to you?"
"I've done it before."
"You didn't know then."
Owen ignored the last part and tried to leave. "Let me out, Harkness," he growled, letting out the same tone that scared Janet just over a year ago.
"No."
That flew Owen into a homicidal rage. The first punch hit just below the cheekbone. Unlike the last time, Jack managed to stay up from the first punch. After two minutes, Jack figured this wasn't going to turn out like last time. He grabbed the next fist to go his way and twisted the attached arm up his back. His other arm wrapped around the shoulders. "Owen, Owen listen to me."
"You don't have anything I want to hear."
"There was nothing I could do. I got there too late."
"What were you doing? Having a quick shag with John?" Jack removed his arm from the shoulders and slammed Owen down on the desk, having been cleared by Owen's rage.
"Don't you dare, don't you fucking dare!" he roared, "Do you really think that I would sacrifice her life for nothing? There was nothing I could do!"
"So what stopped you?" Owen hissed, trying to grab anything with his free arm to hit, throw or stab Jack off of him. He couldn't get to anything of use in the awkward position he was in.
"I thought I could stop him. Talk him out of it. I thought forgiving him would help." Jack was loosening his hold, ready to let go at a moment's notice.
"You've been alive for a while, Harkness, ever learn you can't talk people out of something?"
Jack released him, feeling that the fight was out of Owen. He watched him rub the feeling back into his arm. Wait, he shouldn't have to do that. "I've only had that problem with you and Gray."
"Must be immune to your charm."
Jack now watched him, taking in all the indicators he wasn't paying attention to before. Breathing, sweat, bruising. "Owen..." he started.
"Yes, Jack, I'm alive. I don't know how, but I'm alive." He collapsed on the couch before going on.
"How long have you been alive?"
"Since the plant. Someone found me in the middle of the park. I was covered in coolant and taken to the hospital. I don't know how I got there. I woke up two weeks ago."
Jack dropped down beside him. "Were you planning on coming back?"
"Face Tosh for yelling at her? Right, you're mad."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"'Jack, while Gwen was keeping a vigil by your side, I decided to test a theory that you are my biological father. Guess what, the results are positive," he said in a falsely cheerful voice, "You left before I even had the results and didn't bother to tell you after coming back because you left us."
Jack was face with a situation. He had no words to offer, nothing that could clear up the air between them. Knowing a hug may get him punched again, he placed his hand on his shoulder, replicating an earlier moment between them. "You didn't tell them."
"No." A slight waver in his voice caught his attention. "I would have told Tosh when I came back." He buried his head, covering with his hands. "It should have been me. She deserved a life outside. She deserved a better life." His shoulders started to shake slightly as he started to cry. Arms snaked around him and turned to wrap his own arms around.
"She still loved you. That never changed." His own tears fell; his crying held inside while he held Owen in his arms.
