Walk of shame 1/1
Title: Walk of shame
Word Count: 1,748
Pairings: Owen/Rose/Lacey
Rating: PG13-ish
Genre: Humor, AU.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Alas the Torchwood character's are not mine, they belong to other more fabulous people. Lacey was created and belongs to fading_xhopex, she was kind enough to allow me to puppet her for this story.
Un-beta'ed, sorry. Any and all mistakes are my own (i'm known as the typo queen around friends), and i apologize for them. Feel free to point any mistakes out, as long as you're polite about it ^_^
Author's Notes: This was written for my two friends (fading_xhopex & mistakenelegant) and I, after we spent a night talking on oovoo about our three characters in a RPG hooking up for a drunken tryst after a huge weeks long plot was done and over with. We, being the dorks we are, thought it was epic and well then my mind got a hold of it and ran with it. Just an FYI, this is AU where Jack has a half Time Lord daughter named Lacey Harkness.
Summary: Owen and his friends make the morning after walk of shame.
Owen wasn’t sure how it all started, no wait, scratch that. He knew exactly how it had started, what he didn’t know was why in god’s name it continued. He knew booze had a lot to do with it, him being the lightweight he was after spending nearly a year and a half dead. But he really had expecting the other two to have held their alcohol better than they had, looks like he wasn’t the only lightweight. He knew part of that was due to the fact that Rose almost never drank, the other half was thanks to Lacey pinching Jack’s hypervodka. So there they had been, all three of them, him in the middle, sat on the sofa in the Torchwood Hub. He, newly alive, pissed out of his mind, sandwiched between two women that he both trusted and respected. Not that he’d ever admit that to either one of them, after all, he did have a reputation to uphold you know. So he was drunk, happy, apparently too happy when he noticed that he was in fact standing at attention. Now, being the man that Owen was, which was a git, he didn’t attempt to hide that fact that he was hard. If fact he gloated about it, just happy that such an important appendage still worked after being a walking zombie for so long. He remembered Lacey saying something about how he was lucky that it hadn’t fallen off from not being used, the bitch. He actually enjoyed that about the woman, respected how open she was about her bitchy-ness. Rose made an equally sarcastic remark, although that one was a bit more fuzzy in his memory. It was another hour or so before it actually took a quick turn to something more serious, when he started wiggling around a little. He was uncomfortable, damn jeans. Lacey, who had been in the middle of some story or another than Owen wasn’t really listening too, looked over at him with a hit of exasperation. How she managed to look exasperated when she was hammered was anybodies guess, and slurred that she could very easily take care of that for him. It took the drunken medic’s alcohol addled brain a moment to actually catch the meaning of what she was saying, looking over at her. “Really?” He said, or attempted to say. She just nodded, his respect growing five folds for her in that minute.
“What about me?” Rose’s voice snapped Owen’s attention to the side, causing the room to swim.
“What about you?”
“Don’t I get to join in?” The blonde pouted.
“Sure!” Lacey said quickly, grinning as only she could grin.
Now normally Owen would have known that what they were considering was a bad idea, shagging his bosses daughter and best friend. Both of who had boyfriends, one of them being an insane Time Lord. But Owen was drunk, insanely drunk and horny to boot. So all normal worries went the way of the wind when Lacey started singing a Billie Piper song, one that he just happened to know. Both him and Rose started to sing along, the three of them getting up, or well, stumbling up. Now what really had tossed Owen’s head for a spin was why, why they had thought it’d be a good idea to conga-line dance into Lacey’s awaiting Tardis. Drunken conga-line dancing was embarrassing enough normally, but when it was to bad pop music sung by said drunkards who were about to go attempt to get randy, well then it was even worse.
The rest was a blur really, he remembered possible kissing, some nudity, and maybe a few drunken giggles. It was dark when he finally opened his eyes again, thankfully the ship was kind enough to keep the light lowered for him. At first he thought it had all been a wonderful dream, mostly because his arms felt dead. Then the horrible lurching feeling in his stomach happened, and his head started to spin and he knew damn well he was not dead, just hung over. The reason his arms felt dead was because he had two women using them as pillows...... wait, what!? That’s when it all started to filtered back, Ianto’s death, the bad wolfing that resulting in both him and Owen being brought back to life, the craziness the ensued with Jack, two Doctors and the Master. It was after that that Lacey had proposed booze, and lots of it. He groaned when he remembered drunken conga-line dancing, the noise causing the two women to stir. It was Lacey first to snapped up into the sitting position, making Owen realize that they were all still on the floor in the console room. She quickly grabbed her forehead, making a groaning noise. Rose was next, sitting up less quickly, but just as groggily. Owen shook out his arms, trying to get the pins and needles feeling to leave them quicker. Rose squeaked, snapping her arms over her naked chest, looking down at herself. “Oh no!” She moaned in a disbelieving tone.
“Oh yeah, I think so.” Lacey said, sounding sick. “Oh god, I need a shower, like now!” She said, standing up, not bothering to cover her own nudity.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Rose groaned.
“From Owen or from the hang over?”
“Both.” Rose said, gabbing a shirt off the ground, which just happened to be Lacey’s and holding it against herself as she stood.
“Oi!” Owen said in an indignant tone, regretting it instantly as the noise made all three of them cringe.
“Shut up you moron.” Lacey hissed, before asking the ship for some light, some very low light. “Come on Rose, the showers and bathrooms are this way.” She motioned, the two women walking slowly out of the room.
The man continued to lay there on the ground, attempting to remember any of the sex he had had last night. But alas all he could remember was a blur, a very drunken blur. A grin formed on his face, loving the fact that he was back, and apparently in full fledge swing. He enjoyed a few minutes of peaceful bliss before reality fell onto his head like a cup of cold water. They were in Lacey’s Tardis, which was in the Hub, which is where everyone they knew worked. They would all have to walk out of the ship and face their co-workers and in Lacey’s case, her parents. He made an annoyed noise, gripping his head. Hangovers were something he did not miss at all, that was for damn sure.
He stayed in the ship for another half hour or so before Owen decided that it was about time that he face the music, pulling on his clothes from the night before. His head was pounding out a beat that we was sure even the Master would have a hard time following, and he wanted nothing more than to get to the med bay and pop some aspirin. Outside the wardrobe shaped Tardis that was park in the middle of the Hub, Owen was met by his co-workers. He scanned their faces, Jack glaring at him just slightly although it looked like he was desperately trying to suppress a smirk. Ianto was off to the left, standing a ways behind the other immortal. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a maddeningly annoyingly smug smirk on his face, one that said that he not only thought it was hilarious that Owen was making a walk of shame from out a bleeding spaceship. But also one that said very plainly that he had taken all the aspirin and hidden it, that bastard! Jake and Mickey were across the room to the right, giggling and laughing softly. Jake looked like he wanted to burst out laughing loudly and was brandishing something that looked like a dvd in his hand, while Mickey mimicked the six step beat of a conga-line. Owen fought back the urge to groan in annoyance, the gits had the cctv of the drunken pre-ship shenanigans. Gwen was sitting at one of the work stations, chuckling softly, shaking her head at him in amusement.
“They better not wind up pregnant.” Was all that Jack said, biting back a snorting laugh before shaking his head at the medic. Owen cringed at the thought, brushing past his boss and over into the med bay to hide. He heard them all burst out laughing the moment he was out of sight, but not out of ear shot.
It was another hour before anyone saw hide nor hair of either girls, by that time Ianto had coaxed Owen out of the medical bay and onto the couch with a cup of his strong coffee and some pain killers. The doors to the Tardis opened slowly, like Lacey was trying to make sure they made no noise at all. Of course, what she was trying to do and what was really happening was two completely different things. Everyone in the Hub had been keeping one eye on the ship, waiting for the two to emerge. Owen was wondering exactly what kind of greeting the women would get, if it was going to be anything like is own. He couldn’t help up laugh loudly when the two stepped out of the ship, only to be met by every person sans him, clapping at them and catcalling. Rose looked sheepish for a moment, Lacey looked fully annoyed. The blonde was the one that moved first, brushing past everyone, only to give Mickey a little shove as she past him when he whistled. “Shut up.” She told him, torn between looking embarrassed and wanting to laugh.
Lacey stormed past Jack, punching him in the shoulder when he laughed that even he hadn’t slept with Owen, he had slept with pretty much everyone. “I hate you.” She snapped at her father, storming past the medic. “Worst walk of shame ever!” She muttered to herself as she past Owen, who was still chuckling into his coffee cup. “You fuck off.” She shot at him over her shoulder as she made her way toward the cells, most likely to find a hole to crawl into and hide for the remainder of the day.
Owen suddenly felt a whole lot better, grinning into his cup. Sure, he was hung over and had slept with two of his very best friends. But he was alive, and boy had he ever missed it!
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Word Count: 1,748
Pairings: Owen/Rose/Lacey
Rating: PG13-ish
Genre: Humor, AU.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Alas the Torchwood character's are not mine, they belong to other more fabulous people. Lacey was created and belongs to fading_xhopex, she was kind enough to allow me to puppet her for this story.
Un-beta'ed, sorry. Any and all mistakes are my own (i'm known as the typo queen around friends), and i apologize for them. Feel free to point any mistakes out, as long as you're polite about it ^_^
Author's Notes: This was written for my two friends (fading_xhopex & mistakenelegant) and I, after we spent a night talking on oovoo about our three characters in a RPG hooking up for a drunken tryst after a huge weeks long plot was done and over with. We, being the dorks we are, thought it was epic and well then my mind got a hold of it and ran with it. Just an FYI, this is AU where Jack has a half Time Lord daughter named Lacey Harkness.
Summary: Owen and his friends make the morning after walk of shame.
Owen wasn’t sure how it all started, no wait, scratch that. He knew exactly how it had started, what he didn’t know was why in god’s name it continued. He knew booze had a lot to do with it, him being the lightweight he was after spending nearly a year and a half dead. But he really had expecting the other two to have held their alcohol better than they had, looks like he wasn’t the only lightweight. He knew part of that was due to the fact that Rose almost never drank, the other half was thanks to Lacey pinching Jack’s hypervodka. So there they had been, all three of them, him in the middle, sat on the sofa in the Torchwood Hub. He, newly alive, pissed out of his mind, sandwiched between two women that he both trusted and respected. Not that he’d ever admit that to either one of them, after all, he did have a reputation to uphold you know. So he was drunk, happy, apparently too happy when he noticed that he was in fact standing at attention. Now, being the man that Owen was, which was a git, he didn’t attempt to hide that fact that he was hard. If fact he gloated about it, just happy that such an important appendage still worked after being a walking zombie for so long. He remembered Lacey saying something about how he was lucky that it hadn’t fallen off from not being used, the bitch. He actually enjoyed that about the woman, respected how open she was about her bitchy-ness. Rose made an equally sarcastic remark, although that one was a bit more fuzzy in his memory. It was another hour or so before it actually took a quick turn to something more serious, when he started wiggling around a little. He was uncomfortable, damn jeans. Lacey, who had been in the middle of some story or another than Owen wasn’t really listening too, looked over at him with a hit of exasperation. How she managed to look exasperated when she was hammered was anybodies guess, and slurred that she could very easily take care of that for him. It took the drunken medic’s alcohol addled brain a moment to actually catch the meaning of what she was saying, looking over at her. “Really?” He said, or attempted to say. She just nodded, his respect growing five folds for her in that minute.
“What about me?” Rose’s voice snapped Owen’s attention to the side, causing the room to swim.
“What about you?”
“Don’t I get to join in?” The blonde pouted.
“Sure!” Lacey said quickly, grinning as only she could grin.
Now normally Owen would have known that what they were considering was a bad idea, shagging his bosses daughter and best friend. Both of who had boyfriends, one of them being an insane Time Lord. But Owen was drunk, insanely drunk and horny to boot. So all normal worries went the way of the wind when Lacey started singing a Billie Piper song, one that he just happened to know. Both him and Rose started to sing along, the three of them getting up, or well, stumbling up. Now what really had tossed Owen’s head for a spin was why, why they had thought it’d be a good idea to conga-line dance into Lacey’s awaiting Tardis. Drunken conga-line dancing was embarrassing enough normally, but when it was to bad pop music sung by said drunkards who were about to go attempt to get randy, well then it was even worse.
The rest was a blur really, he remembered possible kissing, some nudity, and maybe a few drunken giggles. It was dark when he finally opened his eyes again, thankfully the ship was kind enough to keep the light lowered for him. At first he thought it had all been a wonderful dream, mostly because his arms felt dead. Then the horrible lurching feeling in his stomach happened, and his head started to spin and he knew damn well he was not dead, just hung over. The reason his arms felt dead was because he had two women using them as pillows...... wait, what!? That’s when it all started to filtered back, Ianto’s death, the bad wolfing that resulting in both him and Owen being brought back to life, the craziness the ensued with Jack, two Doctors and the Master. It was after that that Lacey had proposed booze, and lots of it. He groaned when he remembered drunken conga-line dancing, the noise causing the two women to stir. It was Lacey first to snapped up into the sitting position, making Owen realize that they were all still on the floor in the console room. She quickly grabbed her forehead, making a groaning noise. Rose was next, sitting up less quickly, but just as groggily. Owen shook out his arms, trying to get the pins and needles feeling to leave them quicker. Rose squeaked, snapping her arms over her naked chest, looking down at herself. “Oh no!” She moaned in a disbelieving tone.
“Oh yeah, I think so.” Lacey said, sounding sick. “Oh god, I need a shower, like now!” She said, standing up, not bothering to cover her own nudity.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Rose groaned.
“From Owen or from the hang over?”
“Both.” Rose said, gabbing a shirt off the ground, which just happened to be Lacey’s and holding it against herself as she stood.
“Oi!” Owen said in an indignant tone, regretting it instantly as the noise made all three of them cringe.
“Shut up you moron.” Lacey hissed, before asking the ship for some light, some very low light. “Come on Rose, the showers and bathrooms are this way.” She motioned, the two women walking slowly out of the room.
The man continued to lay there on the ground, attempting to remember any of the sex he had had last night. But alas all he could remember was a blur, a very drunken blur. A grin formed on his face, loving the fact that he was back, and apparently in full fledge swing. He enjoyed a few minutes of peaceful bliss before reality fell onto his head like a cup of cold water. They were in Lacey’s Tardis, which was in the Hub, which is where everyone they knew worked. They would all have to walk out of the ship and face their co-workers and in Lacey’s case, her parents. He made an annoyed noise, gripping his head. Hangovers were something he did not miss at all, that was for damn sure.
He stayed in the ship for another half hour or so before Owen decided that it was about time that he face the music, pulling on his clothes from the night before. His head was pounding out a beat that we was sure even the Master would have a hard time following, and he wanted nothing more than to get to the med bay and pop some aspirin. Outside the wardrobe shaped Tardis that was park in the middle of the Hub, Owen was met by his co-workers. He scanned their faces, Jack glaring at him just slightly although it looked like he was desperately trying to suppress a smirk. Ianto was off to the left, standing a ways behind the other immortal. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a maddeningly annoyingly smug smirk on his face, one that said that he not only thought it was hilarious that Owen was making a walk of shame from out a bleeding spaceship. But also one that said very plainly that he had taken all the aspirin and hidden it, that bastard! Jake and Mickey were across the room to the right, giggling and laughing softly. Jake looked like he wanted to burst out laughing loudly and was brandishing something that looked like a dvd in his hand, while Mickey mimicked the six step beat of a conga-line. Owen fought back the urge to groan in annoyance, the gits had the cctv of the drunken pre-ship shenanigans. Gwen was sitting at one of the work stations, chuckling softly, shaking her head at him in amusement.
“They better not wind up pregnant.” Was all that Jack said, biting back a snorting laugh before shaking his head at the medic. Owen cringed at the thought, brushing past his boss and over into the med bay to hide. He heard them all burst out laughing the moment he was out of sight, but not out of ear shot.
It was another hour before anyone saw hide nor hair of either girls, by that time Ianto had coaxed Owen out of the medical bay and onto the couch with a cup of his strong coffee and some pain killers. The doors to the Tardis opened slowly, like Lacey was trying to make sure they made no noise at all. Of course, what she was trying to do and what was really happening was two completely different things. Everyone in the Hub had been keeping one eye on the ship, waiting for the two to emerge. Owen was wondering exactly what kind of greeting the women would get, if it was going to be anything like is own. He couldn’t help up laugh loudly when the two stepped out of the ship, only to be met by every person sans him, clapping at them and catcalling. Rose looked sheepish for a moment, Lacey looked fully annoyed. The blonde was the one that moved first, brushing past everyone, only to give Mickey a little shove as she past him when he whistled. “Shut up.” She told him, torn between looking embarrassed and wanting to laugh.
Lacey stormed past Jack, punching him in the shoulder when he laughed that even he hadn’t slept with Owen, he had slept with pretty much everyone. “I hate you.” She snapped at her father, storming past the medic. “Worst walk of shame ever!” She muttered to herself as she past Owen, who was still chuckling into his coffee cup. “You fuck off.” She shot at him over her shoulder as she made her way toward the cells, most likely to find a hole to crawl into and hide for the remainder of the day.
Owen suddenly felt a whole lot better, grinning into his cup. Sure, he was hung over and had slept with two of his very best friends. But he was alive, and boy had he ever missed it!
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