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It was his own fault, really. This was the sort of thing Owen should have seen coming from a mile away. If he hadn't been so fucking naive, then maybe, just maybe, when he'd seen the reel of film marked "Torchwood Episode 1x10: Out of Time" on the bookshelf, it wouldn't have thrown him for such a loop.
If fucking House and the other bloke from the TV show were on the island, then it only made sense that he was fictional, didn't it? That everything had pretty much been for shit. Torchwood, everyone he'd saved, everyone who'd died...
His own death...
At first, Owen had just sat there, sort of transfixed at the screen, equal parts confused and angry. And then...well, then there was Diane.
He hadn't forgotten about her, not one bit, but there was a difference between remembering someone and seeing them in vibrant color right there in front of you, as vibrant and there as the last time you'd seen them.
Owen sat there on the edge of the sofa, watching for a long while, through when he'd taken Diane out for Chinese, and through when they'd gone back to his flat and talked about the odds of her ending up at that specific time and place. Of them meeting at all.
It wasn't until he and Diane were in bed together that Owen even realized he'd been watching this all in public where people could see. Nearly livid, he immediately stood up and shut it off.
Because when you take off together, it's the next best thing to flying.
"Fucking shit hole island."
If fucking House and the other bloke from the TV show were on the island, then it only made sense that he was fictional, didn't it? That everything had pretty much been for shit. Torchwood, everyone he'd saved, everyone who'd died...
His own death...
At first, Owen had just sat there, sort of transfixed at the screen, equal parts confused and angry. And then...well, then there was Diane.
He hadn't forgotten about her, not one bit, but there was a difference between remembering someone and seeing them in vibrant color right there in front of you, as vibrant and there as the last time you'd seen them.
Owen sat there on the edge of the sofa, watching for a long while, through when he'd taken Diane out for Chinese, and through when they'd gone back to his flat and talked about the odds of her ending up at that specific time and place. Of them meeting at all.
It wasn't until he and Diane were in bed together that Owen even realized he'd been watching this all in public where people could see. Nearly livid, he immediately stood up and shut it off.
Because when you take off together, it's the next best thing to flying.
"Fucking shit hole island."