Who Was Yours?
Title: Who Was Yours?
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E11
Disclaimer: Characters, situations and dialogue belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for love_bingo prompt "First Love"
Author's Note: Yay, my first love bingo fill :-)
I have finally kicked my bunnies into gear and got some ideas together to start writing.
This fic is a series of five interconnected drabbles. It seems one hundred words is about my limit at the moment!
“So, who was everyone’s first love?”
Owen glared at her. “Really Gwen? How old are you?”
“What? I’m bored. Stakeouts always look more fun on the TV.
I’ll go first shall I? I was eleven, he was sixteen. His name was Chris. He was the Captain of the school rugby team.”
“Always did love your Captains then,” Owen snarked.
Jack laughed and Gwen turned her face to away so the others wouldn’t see her going bright red.
“Anyway, that’s not love. That was just a crush.”
“Alright then Owen, if you’re such an expert. What about you? Who was yours?”
*******
Owen clenched his teeth and took a steadying breath.
He looked down, not making eye-contact with any of the team.
“Her name was Katy. She died.” He said simply.
Jack looked at Owen, eyes forcing the medic to meet his own. The question in Jack’s eyes was obvious; ‘are you ok?’
As far as Jack knew, Owen had never told anyone.
“Oh Owen, I’m sorry! What happened?” Gwen asked.
“Brain tumour.” Owen replied, staring at Jack as he gave the official cover story.
Tosh briefly squeezed Owen’s leg, her own heart breaking at the barely controlled pain in his voice.
*******
Owen smiled briefly at Tosh, “Who was yours then?”
Tosh returned the smiled then ducked her head, answering quietly, “There’s no one.”
“What, never?”
Tosh glanced at Owen, then quickly looked away. Ianto pressed up a bit closer, the touch of solidarity unnoticed by anyone else, but appreciated by the pretty tech genius.
“The people I’ve been with -it’s never felt like “the one”. Tommy was really nice, but that was only ever one day a year- a fairy-tale, not real life. Mary was good, but, well….” She trailed off.
“You’ll find someone,” Ianto asserted, glaring at an oblivious Owen.
*******
“So who was your first, Ianto?”
“Lisa.” Ianto said with a small fond smile.
It had taken a long time, but he was now able to remember her with happiness as well as pain.
“I was going to ask her to marry me. I’d bought the ring…” Jack laced his fingers with Ianto’s and gave a little squeeze.
“I really did love her. We were so happy together, before... but if my life had turned out as I planned, I would never have come to Cardiff,” Ianto said philosophically.
He turned to look at Jack, “I’d never have met you.”
*******
“It’s your turn Jack.” Owen said breaking into the moment the other two men were sharing.
“You know me, I don’t like to kiss and tell,” Jack grinned.
They all laughed.
“It’s so long ago in the mists of time, he’s forgotten!” Gwen teased.
“Hey, I’m not that old!” Jack said, indignantly.
“Though I will be one day,” he got a faraway look in his eyes “but I will always remember some small part of every person who has ever meant something to me. And a special few,” he squeezed Ianto’s hand, “will have a place in my heart forever.”
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E11
Disclaimer: Characters, situations and dialogue belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for love_bingo prompt "First Love"
Author's Note: Yay, my first love bingo fill :-)
I have finally kicked my bunnies into gear and got some ideas together to start writing.
This fic is a series of five interconnected drabbles. It seems one hundred words is about my limit at the moment!
“So, who was everyone’s first love?”
Owen glared at her. “Really Gwen? How old are you?”
“What? I’m bored. Stakeouts always look more fun on the TV.
I’ll go first shall I? I was eleven, he was sixteen. His name was Chris. He was the Captain of the school rugby team.”
“Always did love your Captains then,” Owen snarked.
Jack laughed and Gwen turned her face to away so the others wouldn’t see her going bright red.
“Anyway, that’s not love. That was just a crush.”
“Alright then Owen, if you’re such an expert. What about you? Who was yours?”
*******
Owen clenched his teeth and took a steadying breath.
He looked down, not making eye-contact with any of the team.
“Her name was Katy. She died.” He said simply.
Jack looked at Owen, eyes forcing the medic to meet his own. The question in Jack’s eyes was obvious; ‘are you ok?’
As far as Jack knew, Owen had never told anyone.
“Oh Owen, I’m sorry! What happened?” Gwen asked.
“Brain tumour.” Owen replied, staring at Jack as he gave the official cover story.
Tosh briefly squeezed Owen’s leg, her own heart breaking at the barely controlled pain in his voice.
*******
Owen smiled briefly at Tosh, “Who was yours then?”
Tosh returned the smiled then ducked her head, answering quietly, “There’s no one.”
“What, never?”
Tosh glanced at Owen, then quickly looked away. Ianto pressed up a bit closer, the touch of solidarity unnoticed by anyone else, but appreciated by the pretty tech genius.
“The people I’ve been with -it’s never felt like “the one”. Tommy was really nice, but that was only ever one day a year- a fairy-tale, not real life. Mary was good, but, well….” She trailed off.
“You’ll find someone,” Ianto asserted, glaring at an oblivious Owen.
*******
“So who was your first, Ianto?”
“Lisa.” Ianto said with a small fond smile.
It had taken a long time, but he was now able to remember her with happiness as well as pain.
“I was going to ask her to marry me. I’d bought the ring…” Jack laced his fingers with Ianto’s and gave a little squeeze.
“I really did love her. We were so happy together, before... but if my life had turned out as I planned, I would never have come to Cardiff,” Ianto said philosophically.
He turned to look at Jack, “I’d never have met you.”
*******
“It’s your turn Jack.” Owen said breaking into the moment the other two men were sharing.
“You know me, I don’t like to kiss and tell,” Jack grinned.
They all laughed.
“It’s so long ago in the mists of time, he’s forgotten!” Gwen teased.
“Hey, I’m not that old!” Jack said, indignantly.
“Though I will be one day,” he got a faraway look in his eyes “but I will always remember some small part of every person who has ever meant something to me. And a special few,” he squeezed Ianto’s hand, “will have a place in my heart forever.”