truth plot

[hates_nature]

Owen had felt weird before here on the island. Those were usually days when he woke up as a woman or in his fiancee's body or something equally inane. Today, he half expected to sound like a duck or something when he woke up

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[theunascended]

Conversations that Daniel didn't want to have always seemed to happen in the laundry room. On the one hand, he did want to talk to Owen and on the other, he really wasn't sure he wanted to get in another argument. Especially when the same theme seemed to keep popping up.

"Hey," he said softly, walking past Owen to sort through his own laundry.

[hates_nature]

The laundry room seemed a pretty fitting place to sort through dirt like what was lurking between Owen and Daniel. Owen perked up and folded the bag he'd carried everything in to rest on top of the machine. "How's the hand?" he asked, finding it odd that it came out as genuine concern and not biting sarcasm.

[theunascended]

Daniel shrugged. "It's okay. By your estimation, I should have the cast off next week, sometime. I figure you could take care of it." He glanced up at Owen. "Would you rather I asked Rob? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

[hates_nature]

Owen thought about this for a moment. The tension between them wouldn't resolve itself in a week and if it did, he'd be in bigger trouble than would be worth it. "Ask Chase," he said simply, leaning back against the rumbling machine.

[captainjack]

The whole day had been, up to this point, crap. Logan, then Ianto, then the clinic to let the nanobots work their magic and a shower to try to wash more than just the dirt off. It wasn't so much the honesty--the brutal total honesty--it was that they saw him and they knew. Jack liked to ignore what made him uncomfortable and for Ianto to say...

It didn't matter. It didn't. He kept telling himself that as he went downstair to get some clean clothes, the ones he'd put on this morning discarded in the garbage.

He'd pulled on a pair of black and gray fatigues and was hunting around for a shirt when he heard footsteps and tensed. He'd done so well at avoiding people. Avoiding people meant avoiding the truths they normally didn't give voice to.

He liked it that way.

[hates_nature]

Owen paused for a beat when he saw the familiar spread of Jack's back. He stared for a moment, and actually admitted to himself that he was, watching the play of muscles as he pawed through the box hunting for clothes.

"Blue fatigues would bring out your eyes more," Owen said as he dropped down next to Jack to look for stuff of his own. "Not that grey wouldn't look good, just that blue would be better."

[captainjack]

Jack looked back over his shoulder and Owen may as well have his gunpoint for the near fear in his eyes.

"Maybe it'll cough up a blue shirt," he replied, hoping to anything divine that Owen wasn't going to tell him...things.

[hates_nature]

Owen was listening, really he was. Except for the part where he absolutely wasn't and his attention was drawn to Jack's biceps, to the tendons in his neck. All the thoughts that he'd ignored, that he'd told himself simply weren't true, that he could manage fine on his own were coming to the forefront of his mind. He grabbed a wayward combat boot and flung it hard at the lid of the box, creating a satisfying thunk, before he carded his hands frustratedly through his hair, seething with anger at himself for even having these thoughts about someone who wasn't Tosh.

[toshiko_san]

Tosh had slept for another hour, waking to Jackson's babbling coming from the cot in his room. It had taken her a while longer to feed him and get everything together and for them to make it to the compound. Mostly because Jackson didn't seem to be in a very good mood that morning. None of the usual things were making him happy, and when Tosh finally found Owen in the laundry room she was near her wit's end.

"Can you take him so I can shower?" She spoke over his cries, twisting the hair Jackson had grabbed from his fist. "I really just need a a few minutes of quiet."

[hates_nature]

Owen took the mass of sprawling limbs and baby cries from Tosh and tried bouncing him to get him to stop. "Sure," he said, wincing. "Is he teething or something? Would ice help?"

[toshiko_san]

"Not for a few more months, I hope," Tosh smiled when Owen took Jackson, her shoulders sagging with relief. "I think it's just gas?"

Looking about she saw the pile of clothes and diapers, "Thank you for doing the laundry, and for letting me sleep in. You're too good to me," Tosh leaned in to kiss his cheek around their squalling child.

[hates_nature]

"Could be," Owen said, grabbing a towel from one of the storage closets and draping it over his shoulder to rub and pat Jackson's back rhythmically. He should be bitter and angry that this was happening but, but he kind of really loved all of this, mess and everything.