FIC: The Right Kind of Wrong ( 4 / ? )
Title: The Right Kind Of Wrong ( 4 / ? )
Characters: Owen Harper/OFC
Rating: R (for some language and some naughtiness)
Warning(s): none at the moment
Spoiler(s): Not at the moment really, although we are about to cross over into the post-Countrycide timeline.
Summary: Being an med intern is never easy. Especially if you find yourself suddenly working for Torchwood.
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Torchwood and its associated characters and places and things. I wish I did, but I don't.
Author note: Thank you to
bellasianna ,
stopwatch_happy , and
mrs_cj_harkness for once again dealing with my insanity.
Previous Chapters: ONE | TWO | THREE
One thing Kayla could say with certainty about working for Torchwood is that it was never what one expected. This became increasingly clearer as she stood in an abandoned warehouse on what would have normally been a quiet Tuesday morning, covered in fuchsia slime at the conclusion of her first field outing. Apparently someone had neglected to mention that the creature they‘d been trying to capture had a tendency to explode when scared and/or cornered.
She had gotten separated from Jack and the others when they’d been running through the warehouse. Rounding a stack of crates, she found herself face to face with the gelatinous Phlynx. Just her luck, without realizing she’d blundered into its hiding place and startled it. It gave an ear-piecing shriek and the next thing she knew she was covered from head to toe in warm, oozing goo. She turned at the sound of running feet approaching. Tosh and Owen skidded to a halt as they came round the corner.
"Oh dear," said Tosh, the corner of her mouth twitching as she fought the urge to laugh which was threatening to escape at Kayla’s appearance. Owen didn’t feel as inclined to hide his laughter, earning a particularly exasperated look from both Tosh and Kayla. Fishing in her jacket pocket for a couple of tissues, Tosh offered them apologetically to Kayla. She took them and did her best to wipe away the slime coating her face.
"Owen! Tosh! Respond. What happened? We heard the Phlynx’s cry," Jack asked over the comms. "Where are you? And who’s laughing?"
"We’re in the south east corner of the building, Jack," Tosh responded. "And as to who’s laughing, that would be Owen who seems to think the situation is incredibly funny."
"What situation, Tosh?" came Jack’s tense reply.
"Well, it seems Kayla - sort of - had her first alien capture…in a way." Tosh replied, hedging around the fact of the matter.
"What do you mean by sort of, Tosh?" Jack’s voice came back over the earpieces sounding weary.
"Let’s put it this way, Jack, fuchsia is not her color," said Owen, finally getting control of his amusement.
"It didn’t?"
"It did," snorted Owen, choking on further laughter. They could hear Jack sighing over the comm.
"At least it’s not dangerous to come in contact with," Tosh offered to Kayla with a weak smile. "Just hard to get off once it dries."
"Well, doesn’t this day just get better and better," muttered Kayla under her breath and stalking past the two of them back towards the entrance. She turned into the main aisle at the same time as Jack and Gwen, who were frozen in their tracks at her appearance. Jack struggled for something to say as she passed them. For once he was at a complete loss for words. Gwen chased after Kayla, digging through her bag for something to help wipe more of the slime off. She came up with some more tissues as she caught up with Kayla and gingerly taking her arm where there was a clean spot, she guided her out of the warehouse.
"Let me help," she said, with a sympathetic smile as she attempted to wipe some of the goo out of Kayla’s hair. A giggle escaped from Kayla at the disgusted grimace Gwen made as her hand came into contact with the slime.
Gwen’s eyes met Kayla’s as they both struggled not to laugh.
"How bad is it really?" Kayla asked. Unable to answer while suppressing her amusement, Gwen fished a compact out of her bag. Opening it, she turned it in her hand so Kayla so could see her reflection.
"Ewww….disgusting," moaned Kayla and then burst into laughter at the image in the mirror. Gwen gave up holding her own laughter back and broke out in a fit of giggling herself, still trying to wipe some of the mess off of Kayla’s hair. "I look like I’m covered in fluorescent raspberry jelly."
"Now, how is this fair?" they heard Owen griping as he exited the warehouse with Jack and Tosh. "I laugh at the situation; I get looks like I’m an insensitive bastard. But yet it’s alright for them to laugh?"
"Maybe, because you actually are an insensitive bastard?" Kayla said sweetly, an innocent smile flashed in his direction.
"Oi! What a mouth you have, kitten," Owen said with a leer. "Too bad it doesn’t do anything but make snippy comments."
"What my mouth does or doesn’t do, you’ll never know, Dr. Harper," Kayla spat back over her shoulder as she headed for the SUV, ignoring the surprised looks from the rest of the team. Jack just grinned and clicked on his comm to let Ianto know what had happened and they’d be back soon.
"Just make sure you put one of those plastic sheets over the seat so she doesn’t stain it," came Ianto’s exasperated voice over the headset.
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When the SUV pulled into the garage, Ianto was standing there and waiting for them with a disapproving frown on his face. In his arms he held a plastic sac, a robe, and several towels. He offered them to Kayla as she got out of the vehicle, with instructions to place her clothes in the sac and use the towels to remove as much of the mess from herself as possible before she even dared to set foot in the hub. She gave him a perplexed look.
"And just where do you suggest I strip down, Ianto? In the middle of the garage?" she asked cheekily as Jack herded the rest of the team, particularly Owen who had turned back round at the suggestion of someone stripping down, into the building.
"Use the utility room," he said with an exasperated look at her, ignoring her grin and going around to inspect the SUV and remove the plastic sheeting. Kayla sighed and slipped into the utility room to follow his orders.
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15 minutes later, Ianto strolled into the main room of the hub. He carried the sac of soiled clothes and towels, held out from him at arms length, like it would contaminate him if he came into contact with them. Kayla winced at the cold cement and steel under her feet as she padded over to the locker rooms. She groaned as she remembered she didn’t have an extra set of clothes to put on after her shower.
"Gwen," she whispered loudly from the doorway leading to the locker rooms, motioning the other woman to come over.
"What’s wrong?" she asked Kayla, hurrying over.
"I have a small problem. I don’t have an extra set of clothes in my locker. I never got around to bringing some in."
"Oh!" Gwen exclaimed, frowning.
"Can I borrow something from you?"
"We’re both in the same boat. I haven’t brought another set of clothes since the last time I had to use my backups. Hmmm," she said in thought. Her eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. "Let me ask Owen if he’s got an extra set of scrubs you can wear for now. Go take your shower and get that stuff off you before it becomes impossible to remove. I’ll find something for you to wear and leave it on the sink in the bathroom."
Kayla mouthed a silent thank you to Gwen before scurrying off to the showers.
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"Owen!" Gwen called, stepping into the autopsy bay a few minutes later. "Do you have an extra set of scrubs?"
"Why? Feel like playing doctor?" he said, looking up at her with a suggestive wink.
"Not now, Owen. I need them for Kayla, she needs something to wear."
"They’re in my locker," he said, giving her a mock pout she chose to ignore.
"Thank, I’ll grab...," she trailed off as Jack called for her from his office. She gave him an apologetic look. "Can you grab them for me? I’ll take them to her in a few minutes."
He nodded as she hurried off to Jack’s office. He put down the file he had been looking over and jogged up the steps, out of the autopsy bay and headed in the direction of the locker room.
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15 minutes and all the hot water later, Kayla stepped out of the shower. Running a hand through her long hair, she checked to make sure she had gotten everything off. Grabbing one of the towels she had laid on the toilet seat, she quickly dried herself down and wrapped the towel around her body. Picking up the second towel she began briskly rubbing her hair, looking around for the clothes Gwen said she would leave.
Hearing someone rummaging through one of the lockers, Kayla realized Gwen must have placed them out in the locker room. Pushing open the door, she stepped out into the room.
"Gwen, did you find something -" Kayla started to say, before realizing that it wasn’t Gwen in the locker room with her.
Owen turned from his locker and looked at her. She became acutely aware that she was standing in nothing but a towel as he let his eyes travel from up and down her body and back again. Her cheeks flushed when their eyes met and he smiled. Closing his locker, he leaned against it with his arms folded over his chest, the clean set of scrubs in one hand.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked with mischievous look in his eyes.
"I’ll just take those," Kayla whispered, more than slightly embarrassed. Clutching the towel tightly to her body, she stepped forward to take the clothes from him. He held them in the air out of her reach. She steamed silently, giving him an angry look.
"Say please," he teased her.
"Bastard," she spat out at him, stretching up on her toes to reach the clothes. She fell off balance as Owen snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her body up against his. "Let go of me!"
She struggled against him, trying to push away. He laughed and turned her so that she was trapped between him and the lockers. Tossing the clothes aside, he caught her other hand as went to strike out at him.
"Now, now, kitten. Play nice."
"God damnit, Owen, let me go. This isn’t funny. And bloody quit calling me kitten. I have a name."
"There’s that mouth of yours again," he smirked. He forced the hand he was holding down behind her back, and gripped it with his other hand. She struggled to free her other arm that was trapped between them. Bringing his free hand up, he cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb in a surprisingly gentle caress.
"Owen," she whispered as he locked eyes with her, the look in his making her breath catch in her lungs. She licked her lips nervously, his gaze traveling down to them, something changing in his eyes. Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, be brought her forward to meet his lips as he brushed a kiss across hers that made her forget to breathe for a moment..
"Let’s see if your mouth can do more than insult, as I suspect it can," he said in a ragged whisper against her lips. He nibbled on her lower lip and then soothed it with tip of his tongue, making her gasp against her will. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he deepened the kiss. Kayla moaned softly as his tongue slid in against hers, teasing her, coaxing her to kiss him back. She had a last fleeting thought of shoving him away before her body took over and told her mind to shut up. Feeling her relax, he released the hand he had been keeping captive and flattened his palm against the base of her spine, bringing her tight up against him.
Breaking the kiss, he bit and licked along her jaw line to her ear.
"And you said I would never know what your mouth could do," he breathed into her ear. "Kayla."
A shiver raced up her spine as he said her name. Tracing his lips back across her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her again. Just as quickly, they broke away, hearing Gwen calling from the hallway. With a growled oath, Owen released her and stepped back, breathing as hard as she was. He scooped up the clothes from the floor and thrust them at her. Taking them, Kayla fled back into the bathroom moments before Gwen entered the locker room. She leaned back against the closed door, her heart racing and her body shaking.
"There you are!" Gwen exclaimed from the other side of the bathroom door. She heard the sound of Owen opening his locker back up and rummaging through it. "Did you find a spare set for her to wear?"
"Yeah, handed them in to her a few moments ago," came his careful reply. Kayla quickly discarded her towel and slipped into the stark white garments. They were too big on her and she had to tighten the drawstring on the pants to keep them from slipping back down her legs. Looking in the mirror, she raked her fingers through her hair. She turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water on her cheeks, trying to cool the burning blush in her cheeks. Gwen knocked on the bathroom door making her jump.
"Everything alright in there?’ Gwen asked.
"Just fine! I think I got it all," Kayla called back in a voice that was steadier than she felt. "Come in."
Gwen opened the door and poked her head in, giggling at the sight of Kayla in the over-large clothes. Kayla just shrugged.
"They will do until I can get home," she said.
"Come on, Ianto is making coffee," Gwen said stepping back and allowing Kayla to move back into the locker room. Kayla pointedly avoided looking at Owen as she hurried after Gwen out of the room. She paused in the doorway for a moment and looked back over her shoulder. Owen was staring (hard) at her. A message passed between them in that moment before she turned and fled from him. Owen slammed his locker shut and leaned his head against it, cursing under his breath.
Characters: Owen Harper/OFC
Rating: R (for some language and some naughtiness)
Warning(s): none at the moment
Spoiler(s): Not at the moment really, although we are about to cross over into the post-Countrycide timeline.
Summary: Being an med intern is never easy. Especially if you find yourself suddenly working for Torchwood.
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Torchwood and its associated characters and places and things. I wish I did, but I don't.
Author note: Thank you to
bellasianna ,
stopwatch_happy , and
mrs_cj_harkness for once again dealing with my insanity.
Previous Chapters: ONE | TWO | THREE
One thing Kayla could say with certainty about working for Torchwood is that it was never what one expected. This became increasingly clearer as she stood in an abandoned warehouse on what would have normally been a quiet Tuesday morning, covered in fuchsia slime at the conclusion of her first field outing. Apparently someone had neglected to mention that the creature they‘d been trying to capture had a tendency to explode when scared and/or cornered.
She had gotten separated from Jack and the others when they’d been running through the warehouse. Rounding a stack of crates, she found herself face to face with the gelatinous Phlynx. Just her luck, without realizing she’d blundered into its hiding place and startled it. It gave an ear-piecing shriek and the next thing she knew she was covered from head to toe in warm, oozing goo. She turned at the sound of running feet approaching. Tosh and Owen skidded to a halt as they came round the corner.
"Oh dear," said Tosh, the corner of her mouth twitching as she fought the urge to laugh which was threatening to escape at Kayla’s appearance. Owen didn’t feel as inclined to hide his laughter, earning a particularly exasperated look from both Tosh and Kayla. Fishing in her jacket pocket for a couple of tissues, Tosh offered them apologetically to Kayla. She took them and did her best to wipe away the slime coating her face.
"Owen! Tosh! Respond. What happened? We heard the Phlynx’s cry," Jack asked over the comms. "Where are you? And who’s laughing?"
"We’re in the south east corner of the building, Jack," Tosh responded. "And as to who’s laughing, that would be Owen who seems to think the situation is incredibly funny."
"What situation, Tosh?" came Jack’s tense reply.
"Well, it seems Kayla - sort of - had her first alien capture…in a way." Tosh replied, hedging around the fact of the matter.
"What do you mean by sort of, Tosh?" Jack’s voice came back over the earpieces sounding weary.
"Let’s put it this way, Jack, fuchsia is not her color," said Owen, finally getting control of his amusement.
"It didn’t?"
"It did," snorted Owen, choking on further laughter. They could hear Jack sighing over the comm.
"At least it’s not dangerous to come in contact with," Tosh offered to Kayla with a weak smile. "Just hard to get off once it dries."
"Well, doesn’t this day just get better and better," muttered Kayla under her breath and stalking past the two of them back towards the entrance. She turned into the main aisle at the same time as Jack and Gwen, who were frozen in their tracks at her appearance. Jack struggled for something to say as she passed them. For once he was at a complete loss for words. Gwen chased after Kayla, digging through her bag for something to help wipe more of the slime off. She came up with some more tissues as she caught up with Kayla and gingerly taking her arm where there was a clean spot, she guided her out of the warehouse.
"Let me help," she said, with a sympathetic smile as she attempted to wipe some of the goo out of Kayla’s hair. A giggle escaped from Kayla at the disgusted grimace Gwen made as her hand came into contact with the slime.
Gwen’s eyes met Kayla’s as they both struggled not to laugh.
"How bad is it really?" Kayla asked. Unable to answer while suppressing her amusement, Gwen fished a compact out of her bag. Opening it, she turned it in her hand so Kayla so could see her reflection.
"Ewww….disgusting," moaned Kayla and then burst into laughter at the image in the mirror. Gwen gave up holding her own laughter back and broke out in a fit of giggling herself, still trying to wipe some of the mess off of Kayla’s hair. "I look like I’m covered in fluorescent raspberry jelly."
"Now, how is this fair?" they heard Owen griping as he exited the warehouse with Jack and Tosh. "I laugh at the situation; I get looks like I’m an insensitive bastard. But yet it’s alright for them to laugh?"
"Maybe, because you actually are an insensitive bastard?" Kayla said sweetly, an innocent smile flashed in his direction.
"Oi! What a mouth you have, kitten," Owen said with a leer. "Too bad it doesn’t do anything but make snippy comments."
"What my mouth does or doesn’t do, you’ll never know, Dr. Harper," Kayla spat back over her shoulder as she headed for the SUV, ignoring the surprised looks from the rest of the team. Jack just grinned and clicked on his comm to let Ianto know what had happened and they’d be back soon.
"Just make sure you put one of those plastic sheets over the seat so she doesn’t stain it," came Ianto’s exasperated voice over the headset.
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When the SUV pulled into the garage, Ianto was standing there and waiting for them with a disapproving frown on his face. In his arms he held a plastic sac, a robe, and several towels. He offered them to Kayla as she got out of the vehicle, with instructions to place her clothes in the sac and use the towels to remove as much of the mess from herself as possible before she even dared to set foot in the hub. She gave him a perplexed look.
"And just where do you suggest I strip down, Ianto? In the middle of the garage?" she asked cheekily as Jack herded the rest of the team, particularly Owen who had turned back round at the suggestion of someone stripping down, into the building.
"Use the utility room," he said with an exasperated look at her, ignoring her grin and going around to inspect the SUV and remove the plastic sheeting. Kayla sighed and slipped into the utility room to follow his orders.
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15 minutes later, Ianto strolled into the main room of the hub. He carried the sac of soiled clothes and towels, held out from him at arms length, like it would contaminate him if he came into contact with them. Kayla winced at the cold cement and steel under her feet as she padded over to the locker rooms. She groaned as she remembered she didn’t have an extra set of clothes to put on after her shower.
"Gwen," she whispered loudly from the doorway leading to the locker rooms, motioning the other woman to come over.
"What’s wrong?" she asked Kayla, hurrying over.
"I have a small problem. I don’t have an extra set of clothes in my locker. I never got around to bringing some in."
"Oh!" Gwen exclaimed, frowning.
"Can I borrow something from you?"
"We’re both in the same boat. I haven’t brought another set of clothes since the last time I had to use my backups. Hmmm," she said in thought. Her eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. "Let me ask Owen if he’s got an extra set of scrubs you can wear for now. Go take your shower and get that stuff off you before it becomes impossible to remove. I’ll find something for you to wear and leave it on the sink in the bathroom."
Kayla mouthed a silent thank you to Gwen before scurrying off to the showers.
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"Owen!" Gwen called, stepping into the autopsy bay a few minutes later. "Do you have an extra set of scrubs?"
"Why? Feel like playing doctor?" he said, looking up at her with a suggestive wink.
"Not now, Owen. I need them for Kayla, she needs something to wear."
"They’re in my locker," he said, giving her a mock pout she chose to ignore.
"Thank, I’ll grab...," she trailed off as Jack called for her from his office. She gave him an apologetic look. "Can you grab them for me? I’ll take them to her in a few minutes."
He nodded as she hurried off to Jack’s office. He put down the file he had been looking over and jogged up the steps, out of the autopsy bay and headed in the direction of the locker room.
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15 minutes and all the hot water later, Kayla stepped out of the shower. Running a hand through her long hair, she checked to make sure she had gotten everything off. Grabbing one of the towels she had laid on the toilet seat, she quickly dried herself down and wrapped the towel around her body. Picking up the second towel she began briskly rubbing her hair, looking around for the clothes Gwen said she would leave.
Hearing someone rummaging through one of the lockers, Kayla realized Gwen must have placed them out in the locker room. Pushing open the door, she stepped out into the room.
"Gwen, did you find something -" Kayla started to say, before realizing that it wasn’t Gwen in the locker room with her.
Owen turned from his locker and looked at her. She became acutely aware that she was standing in nothing but a towel as he let his eyes travel from up and down her body and back again. Her cheeks flushed when their eyes met and he smiled. Closing his locker, he leaned against it with his arms folded over his chest, the clean set of scrubs in one hand.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked with mischievous look in his eyes.
"I’ll just take those," Kayla whispered, more than slightly embarrassed. Clutching the towel tightly to her body, she stepped forward to take the clothes from him. He held them in the air out of her reach. She steamed silently, giving him an angry look.
"Say please," he teased her.
"Bastard," she spat out at him, stretching up on her toes to reach the clothes. She fell off balance as Owen snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her body up against his. "Let go of me!"
She struggled against him, trying to push away. He laughed and turned her so that she was trapped between him and the lockers. Tossing the clothes aside, he caught her other hand as went to strike out at him.
"Now, now, kitten. Play nice."
"God damnit, Owen, let me go. This isn’t funny. And bloody quit calling me kitten. I have a name."
"There’s that mouth of yours again," he smirked. He forced the hand he was holding down behind her back, and gripped it with his other hand. She struggled to free her other arm that was trapped between them. Bringing his free hand up, he cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb in a surprisingly gentle caress.
"Owen," she whispered as he locked eyes with her, the look in his making her breath catch in her lungs. She licked her lips nervously, his gaze traveling down to them, something changing in his eyes. Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, be brought her forward to meet his lips as he brushed a kiss across hers that made her forget to breathe for a moment..
"Let’s see if your mouth can do more than insult, as I suspect it can," he said in a ragged whisper against her lips. He nibbled on her lower lip and then soothed it with tip of his tongue, making her gasp against her will. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he deepened the kiss. Kayla moaned softly as his tongue slid in against hers, teasing her, coaxing her to kiss him back. She had a last fleeting thought of shoving him away before her body took over and told her mind to shut up. Feeling her relax, he released the hand he had been keeping captive and flattened his palm against the base of her spine, bringing her tight up against him.
Breaking the kiss, he bit and licked along her jaw line to her ear.
"And you said I would never know what your mouth could do," he breathed into her ear. "Kayla."
A shiver raced up her spine as he said her name. Tracing his lips back across her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her again. Just as quickly, they broke away, hearing Gwen calling from the hallway. With a growled oath, Owen released her and stepped back, breathing as hard as she was. He scooped up the clothes from the floor and thrust them at her. Taking them, Kayla fled back into the bathroom moments before Gwen entered the locker room. She leaned back against the closed door, her heart racing and her body shaking.
"There you are!" Gwen exclaimed from the other side of the bathroom door. She heard the sound of Owen opening his locker back up and rummaging through it. "Did you find a spare set for her to wear?"
"Yeah, handed them in to her a few moments ago," came his careful reply. Kayla quickly discarded her towel and slipped into the stark white garments. They were too big on her and she had to tighten the drawstring on the pants to keep them from slipping back down her legs. Looking in the mirror, she raked her fingers through her hair. She turned the faucet on and splashed some cold water on her cheeks, trying to cool the burning blush in her cheeks. Gwen knocked on the bathroom door making her jump.
"Everything alright in there?’ Gwen asked.
"Just fine! I think I got it all," Kayla called back in a voice that was steadier than she felt. "Come in."
Gwen opened the door and poked her head in, giggling at the sight of Kayla in the over-large clothes. Kayla just shrugged.
"They will do until I can get home," she said.
"Come on, Ianto is making coffee," Gwen said stepping back and allowing Kayla to move back into the locker room. Kayla pointedly avoided looking at Owen as she hurried after Gwen out of the room. She paused in the doorway for a moment and looked back over her shoulder. Owen was staring (hard) at her. A message passed between them in that moment before she turned and fled from him. Owen slammed his locker shut and leaned his head against it, cursing under his breath.