The Morning after
Title: The Morning After
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Owen Harper, Lacey Harkness Owen/Lacey
Summary: Lacey wakes up in a bed other than her own
Notes: This is a kid verse fic. Short explanation? Jack and Ianto are both immortal, sharing a big manor, and raising their thirteen year old daughter, Tessa(blinding_echos) and dealing with her older sister, Lacey, a half time lord who is 750, though half the time she acts just as young as her sister. Torchwood has been relocated under a college campus, and their new front is a coffee shop. Jack is also masquerading as a teacher. Lacey works for Torchwood. Also, Owen is alive again.
She woke up next to him, again. She didn’t have to wonder how she ended up in his bed, naked, their clothes scattered on the floor leading back to the front door. They weren’t drop dead drunk last night. They hadn’t been that drunk in weeks. They might have been buzzed as most nights usually ended with them leaving work, going to bar, drinking a bit, and then heading to his place. Some nights didn’t even end with sex, just them falling asleep in his bed. She rolled over so she could lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When did they get like this?
He was dead when they met. He was just a walking corpse that she couldn’t get enough out of teasing. She couldn’t stop asking if he craved brains, or if limbs were gonna start falling off. She’d been a horrid little brat. Then he’d found out about her fear of ladybirds. He hadn’t known at the time why they scared her so. So gifts of ladybirds started appearing around the Hub, even in her room. She smiled as she remembered the fights they would have with stuffed pigs and ladybirds, and playing against each other in Pokemon battles and Mario Party. They still did the last one, their DS sitting on their workstations, waiting for them at work. Her hand was resting on his chest now as she cuddled him. She knew he was awake. His breathing had changed, and she could feel his fingers in her hair. “Owen,” she asked, tilting her head up slightly so she could see his face, “how the fuck did we end up like this?”
He gave his head a slight shake and a shrug of his shoulders. “Hell if I know.” He said, smiling, fingers running through her hair. He placed a kiss in her hair as she snuggled in, and smiled against him. She soon fell back asleep, safe in his arms.
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Owen Harper, Lacey Harkness Owen/Lacey
Summary: Lacey wakes up in a bed other than her own
Notes: This is a kid verse fic. Short explanation? Jack and Ianto are both immortal, sharing a big manor, and raising their thirteen year old daughter, Tessa(blinding_echos) and dealing with her older sister, Lacey, a half time lord who is 750, though half the time she acts just as young as her sister. Torchwood has been relocated under a college campus, and their new front is a coffee shop. Jack is also masquerading as a teacher. Lacey works for Torchwood. Also, Owen is alive again.
She woke up next to him, again. She didn’t have to wonder how she ended up in his bed, naked, their clothes scattered on the floor leading back to the front door. They weren’t drop dead drunk last night. They hadn’t been that drunk in weeks. They might have been buzzed as most nights usually ended with them leaving work, going to bar, drinking a bit, and then heading to his place. Some nights didn’t even end with sex, just them falling asleep in his bed. She rolled over so she could lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When did they get like this?
He was dead when they met. He was just a walking corpse that she couldn’t get enough out of teasing. She couldn’t stop asking if he craved brains, or if limbs were gonna start falling off. She’d been a horrid little brat. Then he’d found out about her fear of ladybirds. He hadn’t known at the time why they scared her so. So gifts of ladybirds started appearing around the Hub, even in her room. She smiled as she remembered the fights they would have with stuffed pigs and ladybirds, and playing against each other in Pokemon battles and Mario Party. They still did the last one, their DS sitting on their workstations, waiting for them at work. Her hand was resting on his chest now as she cuddled him. She knew he was awake. His breathing had changed, and she could feel his fingers in her hair. “Owen,” she asked, tilting her head up slightly so she could see his face, “how the fuck did we end up like this?”
He gave his head a slight shake and a shrug of his shoulders. “Hell if I know.” He said, smiling, fingers running through her hair. He placed a kiss in her hair as she snuggled in, and smiled against him. She soon fell back asleep, safe in his arms.