Don't Take Over The World Tonight
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laliginFandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 630
Summary: Just another miserable day at Torchwood... (Post Series 1, during Jack's absence)
A/N: A present for Bellasianna, who wasn't happy a day or two ago. 'Cause this is about all I can do to cheer people up from across the internet. (And yes, friendslist, I will write any pairing for a present. Even Gwen/Owen. :D)
Don't Take Over The World Tonight (Just Stay Here With Me)
“Alright, that’s enough,” Owen told Gwen and Tosh, and they both gingerly got down from the table in the autopsy room, still unsteady on their feet and keeping hands pressed to their heads to try and stop the world from spinning. But then, being attacked by an energy weapon that targeted the female mind had a way of doing that to you.
“You shouldn’t be on your own tonight,” Owen continued. “Just in case you relapse and decide to take over the world single-handed again.”
Tosh shot a pleading look at Ianto, waiting by the stairs, and he obediently volunteered to stay with her, and then helped her out of the Hub when Owen said they could go.
Gwen didn’t move.
“Go on,” Owen told her, turning away. “Call Rhys and get him to pick you up.”
“He’s away for the week,” Gwen said quietly. “Visiting family.”
There was a very long pause, and then Owen at last looked back over his shoulder, asking, “Anyone else you can stay with, then?”
She shook her head, and then winced, clearly regretting it. Owen sighed, then peeled his surgical gloves off and turned to face her, saying nothing.
After a moment, Gwen turned and started up the stairs, and then Owen said, “Alright. Hang on. You can stay at mine. Just for tonight.”
Surprised, she looked back at him, and he skipped up the steps to her, putting one hand on her back and gently urging her onwards.
~*~
At Owen’s, Gwen found herself being ushered over to the couch, while Owen hung their jackets up by the door and fetched her a drink (water, unusually, but she put that down to his concern over the telepathic attack from earlier in the day more than anything else, because he fetched himself a beer at the same time).
After a momentary hesitation, Owen sat down beside her, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Eventually, Gwen started to say, “Thanks for this,” but he put his beer down and took her glass of water from her, putting it beside his drink on the table, and kissed her.
She didn’t resist. When they parted, she murmured, “I thought we’d stopped this?”
“Who’s going to tell you not to?” Owen asked, and she paused, then smiled at him and shoved his arm away, saying, “At least let me drink something if we’re going to do that.”
“That’s not good for you, in your state,” Owen frowned at her, and she laughed.
“Neither are you.”
He pulled a face at her, and got up, heading into the kitchen. She relaxed back on the couch, taking her shoes off and closing her eyes for a moment.
“Here,” Owen said, with the abruptness that usually meant he’d gone out of his way to do something nice for someone and wanted no recognition of it whatsoever, because it had been a momentary madness and wouldn’t happen again, alright?
Opening her eyes, she found he had another glass in one hand, with a splash of alcohol, but the other hand was waggling a box of chocolates at her. She sat up straight and took them off him, surprised.
“These are my favourites,” she said, and Owen rolled his eyes expressively.
“I know that,” he told her, sitting down again. “I developed a taste for them. If you don’t want them I’ll put them back.”
She grinned at him, and opened the box. Quickly, before she could get there, he reached out and snatched her favourite from the top layer. She looked up and pouted a little, but he was already dangling it above her lips, smirking a little and telling her, “Open wide.”
Gwen giggled and did as she was told.
Alcohol, chocolates, and Owen. A nice end to a miserable day.
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 630
Summary: Just another miserable day at Torchwood... (Post Series 1, during Jack's absence)
A/N: A present for Bellasianna, who wasn't happy a day or two ago. 'Cause this is about all I can do to cheer people up from across the internet. (And yes, friendslist, I will write any pairing for a present. Even Gwen/Owen. :D)
Don't Take Over The World Tonight (Just Stay Here With Me)
“Alright, that’s enough,” Owen told Gwen and Tosh, and they both gingerly got down from the table in the autopsy room, still unsteady on their feet and keeping hands pressed to their heads to try and stop the world from spinning. But then, being attacked by an energy weapon that targeted the female mind had a way of doing that to you.
“You shouldn’t be on your own tonight,” Owen continued. “Just in case you relapse and decide to take over the world single-handed again.”
Tosh shot a pleading look at Ianto, waiting by the stairs, and he obediently volunteered to stay with her, and then helped her out of the Hub when Owen said they could go.
Gwen didn’t move.
“Go on,” Owen told her, turning away. “Call Rhys and get him to pick you up.”
“He’s away for the week,” Gwen said quietly. “Visiting family.”
There was a very long pause, and then Owen at last looked back over his shoulder, asking, “Anyone else you can stay with, then?”
She shook her head, and then winced, clearly regretting it. Owen sighed, then peeled his surgical gloves off and turned to face her, saying nothing.
After a moment, Gwen turned and started up the stairs, and then Owen said, “Alright. Hang on. You can stay at mine. Just for tonight.”
Surprised, she looked back at him, and he skipped up the steps to her, putting one hand on her back and gently urging her onwards.
At Owen’s, Gwen found herself being ushered over to the couch, while Owen hung their jackets up by the door and fetched her a drink (water, unusually, but she put that down to his concern over the telepathic attack from earlier in the day more than anything else, because he fetched himself a beer at the same time).
After a momentary hesitation, Owen sat down beside her, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Eventually, Gwen started to say, “Thanks for this,” but he put his beer down and took her glass of water from her, putting it beside his drink on the table, and kissed her.
She didn’t resist. When they parted, she murmured, “I thought we’d stopped this?”
“Who’s going to tell you not to?” Owen asked, and she paused, then smiled at him and shoved his arm away, saying, “At least let me drink something if we’re going to do that.”
“That’s not good for you, in your state,” Owen frowned at her, and she laughed.
“Neither are you.”
He pulled a face at her, and got up, heading into the kitchen. She relaxed back on the couch, taking her shoes off and closing her eyes for a moment.
“Here,” Owen said, with the abruptness that usually meant he’d gone out of his way to do something nice for someone and wanted no recognition of it whatsoever, because it had been a momentary madness and wouldn’t happen again, alright?
Opening her eyes, she found he had another glass in one hand, with a splash of alcohol, but the other hand was waggling a box of chocolates at her. She sat up straight and took them off him, surprised.
“These are my favourites,” she said, and Owen rolled his eyes expressively.
“I know that,” he told her, sitting down again. “I developed a taste for them. If you don’t want them I’ll put them back.”
She grinned at him, and opened the box. Quickly, before she could get there, he reached out and snatched her favourite from the top layer. She looked up and pouted a little, but he was already dangling it above her lips, smirking a little and telling her, “Open wide.”
Gwen giggled and did as she was told.
Alcohol, chocolates, and Owen. A nice end to a miserable day.
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:11 pm (UTC)Honey this fic rocks :) thank you so much!!! This line: "“Here,” Owen said, with the abruptness that usually meant he’d gone out of his way to do something nice for someone and wanted no recognition of it whatsoever, because it had been a momentary madness and wouldn’t happen again, alright?" is particularly brilliant and spot on Owen!
And Ianto looking after Tosh :) And 'taking over the world single handed' *giggle* - Cos you know Tosh so could!
Yay again :D Brilliant! *hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:16 pm (UTC)Hee. Thank the stars you like it. *relieved looks* Would've been dreadful if you hadn't, it being present-fic and all. :P
Now no more of those downswings, alrighty? You don't need 'em. *hugs back*
(And yes, alright, if you must, you can be Gwen for a night. ;) )
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:53 pm (UTC)You wanna watch out though...she'll have you writing joel/Benji fic soon...
Absolutely fantastic writing and I agree with Bell, that line is PERFECT!!
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Date: 2007-07-11 10:40 am (UTC)Thank you most kindly! :D Especially seeing as Gwen/Owen is very much uncharted territory for me, I'm glad you liked it too. :)
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Date: 2007-07-11 11:13 am (UTC)And yes, there must be an icon of Tosh looking sheepish with that line. I love it!
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Date: 2007-07-11 08:30 pm (UTC)Hee. ^_^ Thanke!