Little TW ficlet. Tosh/Owen, SPOILERS FOR 2.13 'EXIT WOUNDS'
Untitled Torchwood ficlet
The pain is gone.
The arm, hanging uselessly by her side, had just started to ache through the haze of morphine, and the abdomen wound had burned like a hot poker.
Now, though, it is gone. And so are Jack and Gwen and Ianto, and only Toshiko is left sitting on the floor, holding a hand over the wound that has inexplicably stopped hurting. She lifts the bloody gauze up, too see smooth unmarked flesh, and has to take a deep breath to keep from losing it entirely.
Funny that. Breathing doesn’t seem to be necessary.
Her arm works perfectly well too.
Toshiko is now fairly certain that she is dead. It isn’t as frightening as she had thought it would be, even after hearing Owen and Suzie’s descriptions.
The sound of footsteps makes her look up. At the top of the stairs stands Owen, whole and smiling. The bandage on his hand is gone, and the unnatural pallor has faded from his skin. If she had had any doubt before about her survival (or lack thereof), it disappears now. She knows that Owen died in that meltdown. Not even the King of the Weevils could have survived that.
He descends, and helps her up. They stand like that for a minute, or an hour, and Toshiko fancies she can hear his heartbeat even though he hasn’t had one for nearly three months now. He strokes her hair; she clings to him.
Where’s the darkness, she asks.
Gone, he answers.
He holds out a hand, and she takes it, and they walk away.
The pain is gone.
The arm, hanging uselessly by her side, had just started to ache through the haze of morphine, and the abdomen wound had burned like a hot poker.
Now, though, it is gone. And so are Jack and Gwen and Ianto, and only Toshiko is left sitting on the floor, holding a hand over the wound that has inexplicably stopped hurting. She lifts the bloody gauze up, too see smooth unmarked flesh, and has to take a deep breath to keep from losing it entirely.
Funny that. Breathing doesn’t seem to be necessary.
Her arm works perfectly well too.
Toshiko is now fairly certain that she is dead. It isn’t as frightening as she had thought it would be, even after hearing Owen and Suzie’s descriptions.
The sound of footsteps makes her look up. At the top of the stairs stands Owen, whole and smiling. The bandage on his hand is gone, and the unnatural pallor has faded from his skin. If she had had any doubt before about her survival (or lack thereof), it disappears now. She knows that Owen died in that meltdown. Not even the King of the Weevils could have survived that.
He descends, and helps her up. They stand like that for a minute, or an hour, and Toshiko fancies she can hear his heartbeat even though he hasn’t had one for nearly three months now. He strokes her hair; she clings to him.
Where’s the darkness, she asks.
Gone, he answers.
He holds out a hand, and she takes it, and they walk away.