[hello emo :|]

[cant_shag]

WHO: Owen, tagging Gwen
WHERE: hallways
WHAT: ~~aaaaangst~~

Gwen's words, looking so innocent glowing there on the computer screen, had driven a stake through what was left of Owen's heart. No. Not Tosh. Anyone but Tosh

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[pc_cooper]

Gwen had no idea where to start looking for him. She had no idea what room he was in, how big this place actually was, anything. She pushed away from her desk, stepping into the living room of her apartment with a worried sigh.

Winter was there, hooking up the last of the computers she had requisitioned. Looking up at her, the girl gave Gwen a sympathetic smile and shrugged. "Just start looking."

So she did. She just started wandering the halls, calling Owen's name every so often, until she finally came across him in a random hallway, slumped against the wall.

She bit her lip before kneeling next to him, hand on his arm. "Owen."

[cant_shag]

Owen had heard her calling his name, but he hadn't bothered to respond. When she knelt next to him, he didn't do anything for a long moment. Finally, he looked up at her, with eyes that were completely dry.

"It's not right," he said, his voice breaking. "Not right."

"It's Tosh and I can't even bloody cry about it because I. am. not. alive."

"Argh!" Suddenly he let out a guttural yell, turning and punching the wall with his fist. A moment later he was grimacing, not at any pain, but at the fact that the skin of his knuckles had split open.

"Damn it Gwen," he said with a choked voice as he sat there cradling his hand. "Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it!"

... good luck making this better Gwennie :(

[pc_cooper]

She put her hands up when he punched the wall, shaking her head futilely. "Owen, stop it." She was trying not to cry, trying not to lose it.

She was always bad at not losing it. Pressing her lips together, she took his hand in hers, looking at the skin. "We'll...need to get this wrapped. I know you're dead, that Tosh is dead. She died--"

In my arms wouldn't come out. She couldn't form the words with her mouth, so she coughed and shook her head. "I can't have you falling apart on me here."

[cant_shag]

Owen stared at his hand, a look akin to resignation on his face. "Damn it," he said again, but the anger in his voice had been replaced by defeat. "First only my left hand needed to be stitched together, but now my right does too ..."

"How long ..." he looked up a Gwen. "How long Gwen until my body is so broken apart it can't hold itself together anymore." He looked back down at his hands, one bandaged, the other not. "I'm just gonna keep breaking and breaking and breaking, and eventually there won't be anything to break left ..." His voice sounded distant, detached, as if he were talking about someone else.

He looked a Gwen again. "Don't you see Gwen? I can't do anything but fall apart. That's all my body can do now. I ... if Grey was gonna shot anyone, it should have been me again. It doesn't matter if you kill me, I'm not important anymore ... there's nothing I can do."

"Oh Tosh ..." And he put his hands over his eyes, his shoulders shaking as if he was crying. But of course, no tears came.

[morethanateaboy]

Ianto found Owen in the hall. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall across from him. "Hey." he said quietly.

He'd been pulled out from their world - before Owen and Tosh had died, and found out about it on the internet, through fanfiction of all things.

[cant_shag]

After his talk with Gwen, Owen'd needed some more time to think, so he'd wandered back into the halls again. That's when Ianto had found him.

Owen had mixed feelings about seeing Ianto. After all, there was the whole Owen's demotion to coffee-boy thing, but then there was also how everyone had to band together to fight John without Jack, and how he was just so bloody glad to see another member of the team alive after he had heard about Tosh.

Of course, what he actually said was a very masculine "Hey," back. Men weren't supposed to talk about their feelings, at least not with other men ...

Owen shifted his position sitting on the floor. Inexplicably, he felt like talking. "So how long have you been here then?" he asked. It was as good a conversation starter as any ...

[morethanateaboy]

It's actually really good to see Owen here and alive (okay, so not actually alive alive), and he almost gives voice to said thought but doesn't.

Ianto frowns, looking up at the ceiling trying to recall. "Um. Been here around three months, give or take a few days. Hasn't really seemed like it though. They brought me here right after we had dealt with The Night Travelers."

[cant_shag]

Owen stares at Ianto in a bit of a shock. "But, then ... you don't know about the whole thing with John and Jack and Grey ... I mean, you weren't there. But you were, I remember you. And ... and ... that was just hours ago for me, ok. I mean, ... Christ."

Owen scrubbed his hands over his face. "Bloody space time rifts," he muttered. The action pulled at the broken skin on his knuckles; it didn't hurt, but it reminded him he still needed to bandage it. "Bloody everything," he said this time with feeling.

He looked back up at Ianto, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. "But, so ... 3 months here, then, and what, ... 3 months on your own then, without any of us?" Us was clearly the Torchwood team. "Cuz Gwen said she just got back ... Bloody hell Ianto." And now Owen was climbing to his feet, and not really thinking about what he was doing, he stretched out his hand and clasped the other man's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said, and it was clear he sincerely meant it.