TW Fic: Owen is...
Appearantly trying to clean that text up makes an even bigger Mess.....
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Dear Producers. I am sorry. This story appeared because my brain does not take visits to the dentist very well. This is not a suggestion. Please do not harm Ianto in any way.
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Dear Reader: I adore Ianto to bits but my muse sometimes has a mind of her own. It all started with the line. Owen is clever. And the my mind changed to the Jack/Owen story that I promised someone to find. But since I can't imagine Jack and Owen together with Ianto still alive...Well the rest is (his)story. So take my apology.
And although it is just a small line in the story. I can’t remember if it has been told whether or not Owen is still able to sleep. I just assumer that he is, since it is necessary for more than just the body.
Words: 1655
Pairing: Jack/Ianto followed by Jack/Owen
Summary: Owen is dead. But unlike that term normally might give the impression he is actually feeling quite fine. Has actually gotten used to it.
Archive: If you want it……just tell me where it is.
Disclaimer: The people I play with belong to respective actors and owners.
Warnings: Spoiler for Season 2 Owen Story Ark. And as in the Author note said. I might kill of a Major character. (Have I said that I am sorry)
Feedback: CCC - Comments Complains Corrections are very welcome.
Owen is...
by
Strange Music
_Owen is dead_
But unlike that term normally might give the impression, he is actually feeling quite fine. Has actually gotten used to it. And although he might miss a few things here and there. And wouldn't be ungrateful would he be able to lose that damn bandages that have so much become part of his hand these days.
Other than those and a few bodily functions that he very much misses, he knows that he is a lot better than most people in his situation.
Or actually all of them.
_Owen is brave_
At least that is what Tosh kept saying over and over again. For trying to protect Ianto. For tackling the alien gunman and literally risking his neck doing so. He didn't understand her gushing. Being bloody brave had done nothing to change the situation.
That's why he didn't feel brave.
Just slow.
Too slow.
Especially since the gunman had been so much quicker.
_Owen is good at what he does_.
And although Owen often prides himself at being, well, pretty damn great at what he was doing. Knew that he was a darn good doctor. It wasn't him that spoke those words. It was Gwen that whispered them to Jack, while they sat on the stairs leading to the small part of the hub that served as infirmary. Watching every one of Owens moves. No words. As if he was afraid that one wrong word at a bad time might make a difference between life and death. And Owen didn't have the heart to tell him, that the longer he was working on the injuries of the young Welsh man in front of him, the clearer it become that he might as well scream for all the bloody difference that it would do.
In his carrier as a doctor he has learn to know his limits.
Has learned to accept them and work with them. To know what he can do and what he can't. He knows a hopeless case when he sees it. But yet in this case he refuses to. Refuses to accept what every one of his senses was screaming at him.
That he was going to loose this fight.
_Owen is persistent_.
It was something along those lines that Tosh whispered to Jack on the second (or was it third?) day. And he was. Barely leaving the room since all this had started. Working round the clock to save Ianto. And wasn't it ironic that it was actually his lake of bodily fluids and needs there enabled him to do so.
Yet it still didn’t help.
And although he knew he was still fighting a loosing battle he was willing to do so to the last breath of his patient.
_Owen is clever_
He heard Jack whispering this to Ianto. He could see how Jack was still hoping for the last rabbit out of the hat. For the last ace up his sleeves. Actually in all 5 days that Owen so far had fought for Ianto's life Jack hadn’t ever seemed to give up hope.
And that was why he whispered those words in his lovers ears almost every night for the last three days.
Because apparently he believed a lot more in Owens abilities than even Owen himself.
_Owen was useless_
How often had his mother spoke those words.
And how right she had been.
Bloody useless he was.
What good a doctor was he when he wasn't even able to save the people that he cared about. And although none of the others spoke those words he knew that were right. Because over the last few days those words had slowly but steadily stopped caring his mothers voice and had more and more started to sound a lot like his own.
And while Ianto’s heart beat for the last time. It was as if those words drowned out everything else.
_Owen is angry_
At life in general, for being unfair. At the Alien gunman that died as soon as his head had connected to the floor. Whom he wouldn't be able to kill for what he had done to them.
For what he had taken from them.
At Gwen for not finding Ianto faster when they would still have had the chance to stop all this. At Tosh for taking so bloody long with the data that they had needed. At himself for not knowing that being even a few seconds quicker would have changed everything. At Jack for not being able to hold them all together.
Heck even at Ianto, simply for dying.
The last ceremony was for Ianto Jones was small but tasteful. Very small since at the grave it was more than obvious why Ianto had clung so desperately to Lisa and the Team. Not when it was just the five of them standing around the open grave.
Owen was angry.
Because life just wasn't bloody fair.
_Owen is leading_
Because someone has to.
Since their *brave* leader had already made Tosh break out in Tears and had brought Gwen so close to quitting that only two weeks of holiday and some quick talking had stopped her from throwing down everything. So it was actually up to him to take care of everything till there was actually some order back in their chaos. How ironic was that .
But he had to because the Rift did not take days of. Not even for to let them mourn.
_Owen is insisting_.
And he actually managed to get things settled.
Not the same way as before.
But normal enough for them to be able to work. It will never be the same.
But he is working on a new different.
Because a new different would hopefully be enough to make things work again. And because he is insisting, the days that Jack leaves his office actually get more and more. And because he is insisting Jack actually is starting to heal.
_Owen is healing_
Strangely the day he finds out that the cut on his hand was actually closing he actually thinks that he is seeing things.
That he is dreaming.
But as a few days pass he realizes that his cut is actually slowly closing. He is still not alive and has given up the hope that he will ever be again. But to actually be able to knit some of those bones in his body is wonder enough for him.
It takes 3 month for the cut to finally heal.
And it leaves a scar that will definitely remain. But then again, when the last few months have taught him anything, it is that living tends to leave a scar for every step of the way.
_Owen is relieved. _
The first day that everything is normal it feels like a warm breath rushing through the hub. The first days that they actually sat at a table just for fun. And although Ianto was missed there was a slice less pain when his name was mentioned. A second less stoney silence.
And that was when Owen knew that things were starting to get back to normal.
_Owen is cheeky_
The new guy should have known that things would not be easy when he had accepted the job. But Owen doubted that that the almost impossible fight with a ghost of the past had been in his job description. Or those simple initiation rules for the Hub.
However Jake Simmons apparently was rather capable to work with both.
Still things where still chaning. There is no longer just one person making the coffee. Strange as it was it was the only thing that all members of the Team actually agreed on. And although Owen still can't make any coffee to safe his life.
The other members of the team did not complain. It was rather that Jack or Gwen who decided to the coffee even on those days that would have been Owens days. Maybe because they didn't know, or they simply couldn't proof that he did spoil the coffee on purpose.
_Owen is caring_
No actually he is. Well maybe not by the same standards as the rest of the world defined that word. But enough to care when he found Jack drinking on the days, one year after Ianto had died. Enough to sit down and join his boss in his reminiscence of their friend and partner. And of it was just the blame of the old Scottish Whiskey when he found himself laying a little close to his boss on the next day. Snuggled up to a still deeply sleeping Jack. Definitely the alcohol.
And he quickly shut that of that part of his brain that told him that he had barley sipped.
_Owen is surprised_
Because when he finds himself in Jack office more and more these days it is not always a case that he can blame it on. And it is definitely not the alcohol for him to blame on, for the nights that he spends there.
_Owen is loved_.
He doesn’t believe it when Jack whispers those words in his ears. He snorts and slaps his boss over the head.
And tells him to stop being silly.
He doesn’t see the sigh that clears Jacks lips or the quickly closed eyes at his words. But he does know the pain that probably was there when he tells Jack almost casually that he isn't Ianto. That Jack doesn't have to wow him to him fuck him.
_Owen is smart_.
Because he actually stops laughing and slapping his boss after some time. And actually starts to believe that Jack might just be telling the truth.
Maybe just a little bit.
_Owen is alive_
Because dead or not.
That is actually how he feels like.
The End
Like I said….I am sorry for killing Ianto. I promise that I will never do it again.
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Dear Producers. I am sorry. This story appeared because my brain does not take visits to the dentist very well. This is not a suggestion. Please do not harm Ianto in any way.
~tock~ ~tock~ ~tock~
Dear Reader: I adore Ianto to bits but my muse sometimes has a mind of her own. It all started with the line. Owen is clever. And the my mind changed to the Jack/Owen story that I promised someone to find. But since I can't imagine Jack and Owen together with Ianto still alive...Well the rest is (his)story. So take my apology.
And although it is just a small line in the story. I can’t remember if it has been told whether or not Owen is still able to sleep. I just assumer that he is, since it is necessary for more than just the body.
Words: 1655
Pairing: Jack/Ianto followed by Jack/Owen
Summary: Owen is dead. But unlike that term normally might give the impression he is actually feeling quite fine. Has actually gotten used to it.
Archive: If you want it……just tell me where it is.
Disclaimer: The people I play with belong to respective actors and owners.
Warnings: Spoiler for Season 2 Owen Story Ark. And as in the Author note said. I might kill of a Major character. (Have I said that I am sorry)
Feedback: CCC - Comments Complains Corrections are very welcome.
Owen is...
by
Strange Music
_Owen is dead_
But unlike that term normally might give the impression, he is actually feeling quite fine. Has actually gotten used to it. And although he might miss a few things here and there. And wouldn't be ungrateful would he be able to lose that damn bandages that have so much become part of his hand these days.
Other than those and a few bodily functions that he very much misses, he knows that he is a lot better than most people in his situation.
Or actually all of them.
_Owen is brave_
At least that is what Tosh kept saying over and over again. For trying to protect Ianto. For tackling the alien gunman and literally risking his neck doing so. He didn't understand her gushing. Being bloody brave had done nothing to change the situation.
That's why he didn't feel brave.
Just slow.
Too slow.
Especially since the gunman had been so much quicker.
_Owen is good at what he does_.
And although Owen often prides himself at being, well, pretty damn great at what he was doing. Knew that he was a darn good doctor. It wasn't him that spoke those words. It was Gwen that whispered them to Jack, while they sat on the stairs leading to the small part of the hub that served as infirmary. Watching every one of Owens moves. No words. As if he was afraid that one wrong word at a bad time might make a difference between life and death. And Owen didn't have the heart to tell him, that the longer he was working on the injuries of the young Welsh man in front of him, the clearer it become that he might as well scream for all the bloody difference that it would do.
In his carrier as a doctor he has learn to know his limits.
Has learned to accept them and work with them. To know what he can do and what he can't. He knows a hopeless case when he sees it. But yet in this case he refuses to. Refuses to accept what every one of his senses was screaming at him.
That he was going to loose this fight.
_Owen is persistent_.
It was something along those lines that Tosh whispered to Jack on the second (or was it third?) day. And he was. Barely leaving the room since all this had started. Working round the clock to save Ianto. And wasn't it ironic that it was actually his lake of bodily fluids and needs there enabled him to do so.
Yet it still didn’t help.
And although he knew he was still fighting a loosing battle he was willing to do so to the last breath of his patient.
_Owen is clever_
He heard Jack whispering this to Ianto. He could see how Jack was still hoping for the last rabbit out of the hat. For the last ace up his sleeves. Actually in all 5 days that Owen so far had fought for Ianto's life Jack hadn’t ever seemed to give up hope.
And that was why he whispered those words in his lovers ears almost every night for the last three days.
Because apparently he believed a lot more in Owens abilities than even Owen himself.
_Owen was useless_
How often had his mother spoke those words.
And how right she had been.
Bloody useless he was.
What good a doctor was he when he wasn't even able to save the people that he cared about. And although none of the others spoke those words he knew that were right. Because over the last few days those words had slowly but steadily stopped caring his mothers voice and had more and more started to sound a lot like his own.
And while Ianto’s heart beat for the last time. It was as if those words drowned out everything else.
_Owen is angry_
At life in general, for being unfair. At the Alien gunman that died as soon as his head had connected to the floor. Whom he wouldn't be able to kill for what he had done to them.
For what he had taken from them.
At Gwen for not finding Ianto faster when they would still have had the chance to stop all this. At Tosh for taking so bloody long with the data that they had needed. At himself for not knowing that being even a few seconds quicker would have changed everything. At Jack for not being able to hold them all together.
Heck even at Ianto, simply for dying.
The last ceremony was for Ianto Jones was small but tasteful. Very small since at the grave it was more than obvious why Ianto had clung so desperately to Lisa and the Team. Not when it was just the five of them standing around the open grave.
Owen was angry.
Because life just wasn't bloody fair.
_Owen is leading_
Because someone has to.
Since their *brave* leader had already made Tosh break out in Tears and had brought Gwen so close to quitting that only two weeks of holiday and some quick talking had stopped her from throwing down everything. So it was actually up to him to take care of everything till there was actually some order back in their chaos. How ironic was that .
But he had to because the Rift did not take days of. Not even for to let them mourn.
_Owen is insisting_.
And he actually managed to get things settled.
Not the same way as before.
But normal enough for them to be able to work. It will never be the same.
But he is working on a new different.
Because a new different would hopefully be enough to make things work again. And because he is insisting, the days that Jack leaves his office actually get more and more. And because he is insisting Jack actually is starting to heal.
_Owen is healing_
Strangely the day he finds out that the cut on his hand was actually closing he actually thinks that he is seeing things.
That he is dreaming.
But as a few days pass he realizes that his cut is actually slowly closing. He is still not alive and has given up the hope that he will ever be again. But to actually be able to knit some of those bones in his body is wonder enough for him.
It takes 3 month for the cut to finally heal.
And it leaves a scar that will definitely remain. But then again, when the last few months have taught him anything, it is that living tends to leave a scar for every step of the way.
_Owen is relieved. _
The first day that everything is normal it feels like a warm breath rushing through the hub. The first days that they actually sat at a table just for fun. And although Ianto was missed there was a slice less pain when his name was mentioned. A second less stoney silence.
And that was when Owen knew that things were starting to get back to normal.
_Owen is cheeky_
The new guy should have known that things would not be easy when he had accepted the job. But Owen doubted that that the almost impossible fight with a ghost of the past had been in his job description. Or those simple initiation rules for the Hub.
However Jake Simmons apparently was rather capable to work with both.
Still things where still chaning. There is no longer just one person making the coffee. Strange as it was it was the only thing that all members of the Team actually agreed on. And although Owen still can't make any coffee to safe his life.
The other members of the team did not complain. It was rather that Jack or Gwen who decided to the coffee even on those days that would have been Owens days. Maybe because they didn't know, or they simply couldn't proof that he did spoil the coffee on purpose.
_Owen is caring_
No actually he is. Well maybe not by the same standards as the rest of the world defined that word. But enough to care when he found Jack drinking on the days, one year after Ianto had died. Enough to sit down and join his boss in his reminiscence of their friend and partner. And of it was just the blame of the old Scottish Whiskey when he found himself laying a little close to his boss on the next day. Snuggled up to a still deeply sleeping Jack. Definitely the alcohol.
And he quickly shut that of that part of his brain that told him that he had barley sipped.
_Owen is surprised_
Because when he finds himself in Jack office more and more these days it is not always a case that he can blame it on. And it is definitely not the alcohol for him to blame on, for the nights that he spends there.
_Owen is loved_.
He doesn’t believe it when Jack whispers those words in his ears. He snorts and slaps his boss over the head.
And tells him to stop being silly.
He doesn’t see the sigh that clears Jacks lips or the quickly closed eyes at his words. But he does know the pain that probably was there when he tells Jack almost casually that he isn't Ianto. That Jack doesn't have to wow him to him fuck him.
_Owen is smart_.
Because he actually stops laughing and slapping his boss after some time. And actually starts to believe that Jack might just be telling the truth.
Maybe just a little bit.
_Owen is alive_
Because dead or not.
That is actually how he feels like.
The End
Like I said….I am sorry for killing Ianto. I promise that I will never do it again.