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Who: Gwen, Owen
Where: Owen's Apartment
When: Late at night, shortly after the bar battle with Jack
Status: Incomplete
Gwen had stopped by the Hub to see if Owen was still there. But, as usual, the only one left was Ianto. She knew she had to scoot out of there before Jack came back and the two had their reconciliation.
Her wound was searing and wouldn't stop bleeding. "Bloody aliens," she murmured. This would take more than a simple bandaid and she couldn't exactly go to the hospital, not when Owen was free. She pulled out her mobile phone to see a missed call from Rhys.
She felt a pang of guilt as she listened to the voicemail. 'Got a little tired of waiting up, so I'm going to bed. Hopefully see you in the morning… If you ever come back.' She sighed as she headed back out into the night. But, he had a right to be pissed, that was for sure. And here she was, instead of going home to bed with her fiance, she was going to her ex…whatever Owen was.
Pulling up to his apartment, she stopped the car. She saw a dim light on and was glad she wouldn't be waking him up. She reached his door and knocked lightly. Her wound was still bleeding despite the cloth she had sluggishly tied around it. And now the cloth was nearly soaked.
"Owen, it's Gwen," she said, "I need your help."
Where: Owen's Apartment
When: Late at night, shortly after the bar battle with Jack
Status: Incomplete
Gwen had stopped by the Hub to see if Owen was still there. But, as usual, the only one left was Ianto. She knew she had to scoot out of there before Jack came back and the two had their reconciliation.
Her wound was searing and wouldn't stop bleeding. "Bloody aliens," she murmured. This would take more than a simple bandaid and she couldn't exactly go to the hospital, not when Owen was free. She pulled out her mobile phone to see a missed call from Rhys.
She felt a pang of guilt as she listened to the voicemail. 'Got a little tired of waiting up, so I'm going to bed. Hopefully see you in the morning… If you ever come back.' She sighed as she headed back out into the night. But, he had a right to be pissed, that was for sure. And here she was, instead of going home to bed with her fiance, she was going to her ex…whatever Owen was.
Pulling up to his apartment, she stopped the car. She saw a dim light on and was glad she wouldn't be waking him up. She reached his door and knocked lightly. Her wound was still bleeding despite the cloth she had sluggishly tied around it. And now the cloth was nearly soaked.
"Owen, it's Gwen," she said, "I need your help."