Fic: An Unexpected Song: Part 16 - Gorecki, PG-13
Title: An Unexpected Song: Part 16 - Gorecki
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear. For I've never know completeness like being here.
Beta: lon_dubh
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Doctor Who. They belong to the BBC. If I did, they'd get to come out and play more often. And Rose wouldn't be stuck in some stupid alternate universe.
Authors Notes: This is the sixteenth in a series of 17 small fics I wrote as an exercise. Each one is based on a song from the fanmix posted at my journal.
"NO!" Gwen screamed, dashing across the open space to where Owen had fallen. "Oh, God," she half-exclaimed, half-sobbed when she saw the blood spreading across his t-shirt.
She grabbed his kit and tore the bag open, looking for gauze pads or anything to help stop the blood. "God, Owen, open your eyes, please," she begged him, lifting his shirt and pressing the large gauze against the wound as hard as she could.
His eyes flew open. "Jesus," he breathed. Her eyes held his and she could see how much pain he felt. "This is a bad one," he muttered, lifting his head to look down at his stomach. "Stomach shot. Painful and slow."
Gwen's laugh bordered on the hysterical. With one hand, she awkwardly lifted his head into her lap. "You're going to be fine. Ambulance is on the way." Owen shook his head and she nodded in response. "It is. Don't get all fatalistic on me now." She glanced down at the gauze and suddenly wished she hadn't. The white pad had already turned a vibrant red. With one hand, she unwrapped another and put it over the first. Her other hand stroked his hair.
Owen watched her with pain glazed eyes. "Can we stay right here until the Earth stops turning?"
"Sure," she sniffled. They fell silent, waiting for help to arrive.
After a while, Owen's eyes slid shut. Gwen gave him a little shake, alarmed. His eyes fluttered open and focused on her. "If I died this very moment," she started to protest, but he feebly lifted a hand to her lips, "I wouldn't fear."
"Don't say that," she exclaimed and he shushed her again.
"All this time I've loved you and never knew your face. I've searched everywhere for you, and you were right in front of me all along." His eyes unfocused for a moment, staring at the sky, before coming back to her. "I'm going to love you until the seas run dry. That okay?" He coughed and she held onto him tighter.
He'd stopped making sense and that scared her. "Yeah. That's fine." Tears now ran freely down her face.
"Good," he sighed and his eyes slid shut.
Gwen became alarmed. "Owen? Owen!" she yelled, trying to rouse him. She touched the pulse in his throat and found it weak and unsteady.
"You're the one I've waited for," Gwen pressed her lips to his forehead. "You can't leave me now," she whispered.
A siren announced the arrival of the ambulance. The paramedics ran to her side with a gurney, asking her to move aside. She hovered around them, watching as they worked on Owen before they moved him to the gurney and wheeled him away. She ran after them, climbing into the ambulance just before the doors were closed.
***
Jack ran into the waiting room. He saw Gwen slumped in one of the chairs, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes looked red and puffy and he knew she'd been recently crying.
"Gwen?" he called gently.
She turned her head to him, tears slowly dripping over her cheeks. "Jack," she breathed in relief, throwing herself into his arms.
"Honey, is he . . .? Will he . . .?" he started, unable to ask the questions.
"He's alive," she cried. "He's in recovery."
Jack laughed and hugged Gwen, lifting her off her feet. "Thank god," he said into her hair.
Gwen nodded, silently echoing Jack's prayer, thanking God for not taking the man she loved.
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear. For I've never know completeness like being here.
Beta: lon_dubh
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Doctor Who. They belong to the BBC. If I did, they'd get to come out and play more often. And Rose wouldn't be stuck in some stupid alternate universe.
Authors Notes: This is the sixteenth in a series of 17 small fics I wrote as an exercise. Each one is based on a song from the fanmix posted at my journal.
"NO!" Gwen screamed, dashing across the open space to where Owen had fallen. "Oh, God," she half-exclaimed, half-sobbed when she saw the blood spreading across his t-shirt.
She grabbed his kit and tore the bag open, looking for gauze pads or anything to help stop the blood. "God, Owen, open your eyes, please," she begged him, lifting his shirt and pressing the large gauze against the wound as hard as she could.
His eyes flew open. "Jesus," he breathed. Her eyes held his and she could see how much pain he felt. "This is a bad one," he muttered, lifting his head to look down at his stomach. "Stomach shot. Painful and slow."
Gwen's laugh bordered on the hysterical. With one hand, she awkwardly lifted his head into her lap. "You're going to be fine. Ambulance is on the way." Owen shook his head and she nodded in response. "It is. Don't get all fatalistic on me now." She glanced down at the gauze and suddenly wished she hadn't. The white pad had already turned a vibrant red. With one hand, she unwrapped another and put it over the first. Her other hand stroked his hair.
Owen watched her with pain glazed eyes. "Can we stay right here until the Earth stops turning?"
"Sure," she sniffled. They fell silent, waiting for help to arrive.
After a while, Owen's eyes slid shut. Gwen gave him a little shake, alarmed. His eyes fluttered open and focused on her. "If I died this very moment," she started to protest, but he feebly lifted a hand to her lips, "I wouldn't fear."
"Don't say that," she exclaimed and he shushed her again.
"All this time I've loved you and never knew your face. I've searched everywhere for you, and you were right in front of me all along." His eyes unfocused for a moment, staring at the sky, before coming back to her. "I'm going to love you until the seas run dry. That okay?" He coughed and she held onto him tighter.
He'd stopped making sense and that scared her. "Yeah. That's fine." Tears now ran freely down her face.
"Good," he sighed and his eyes slid shut.
Gwen became alarmed. "Owen? Owen!" she yelled, trying to rouse him. She touched the pulse in his throat and found it weak and unsteady.
"You're the one I've waited for," Gwen pressed her lips to his forehead. "You can't leave me now," she whispered.
A siren announced the arrival of the ambulance. The paramedics ran to her side with a gurney, asking her to move aside. She hovered around them, watching as they worked on Owen before they moved him to the gurney and wheeled him away. She ran after them, climbing into the ambulance just before the doors were closed.
***
Jack ran into the waiting room. He saw Gwen slumped in one of the chairs, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes looked red and puffy and he knew she'd been recently crying.
"Gwen?" he called gently.
She turned her head to him, tears slowly dripping over her cheeks. "Jack," she breathed in relief, throwing herself into his arms.
"Honey, is he . . .? Will he . . .?" he started, unable to ask the questions.
"He's alive," she cried. "He's in recovery."
Jack laughed and hugged Gwen, lifting her off her feet. "Thank god," he said into her hair.
Gwen nodded, silently echoing Jack's prayer, thanking God for not taking the man she loved.