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Post by Owen Harper on Nov 3, 2010 18:28:36 GMT -5
“Yea,” Owen replied. “We give them a run on their business,” Owen said smiling to her. He did catch her checking his buttocks. He gave her a side look, “So you like the view,” he said shyly to her. "I would love to show more but---" he looks at the camera. "Not care to share the view to them."
Knowing that Bailey was starving, Owen knew Daniel would not let her be in her cell for days. Ianto would feed her at least. “You might want to slow down there, hun,” he said advising to her. “You choke and I will be forced to do rescue breathing…and that would not be bad.” He said jokingly to her.
Looking back at the Weevil, “You dealt with Weevils before? What do you know about them? I am curious. Oh this is Janet,” Owen looked from Bailey to Janet. “She was out first pregnant Weevil we encountered. She had been with us for near four years. They have low empathic powers, telepathic powers to her fellow Weevils. They are very sensitive to rift activities. They react strange around me…” he stares at Janet. “Sometimes I feel she can get in my head…” he hugged himself with his right arm. “No, I am not dating her. We started naming them. We got about hundred Weevils down in the other cells. I mean we got a Bob, Jack the Weevil, Owen the Weevil and if you want we can name one after you?” He said laughing because he was trying to make her feel less as a prisoner. “By the way Bailey, you are gorgeous.” Owen meant it. “Do you want more?” he asked her looking at the rest of her food.
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Post by foxykitsune on Nov 3, 2010 19:49:54 GMT -5
She gave Owen a coy smile again, her good hand reaching up to pull back her hair from her face. “I have to admit, it’s one of the nicer ones I’ve seen lately. You work out?”
She finishes off another piece of pizza and then closes the box, wanting to give her stomach time to digest and decide if more pizza was in the cards. ”I’m just sick of bland semi-liquid diets. Gunshot wounds should at least get you ice cream.
As Owen gave her the rundown on Weevils she scooted to the edge of the bed again. Moving her IV with her one good arm she slid off the bed onto her feet, a little wobbly, but in an upright position. When she took a step toward the glass one of her legs bends under her weight and she has to catch herself, putting her right hand out against the glass to keep from falling. She grinds her teeth with the pain but stands up strait again. After a moment she composes herself and looks to Owen.
”Only had a handful come to London and never saw one up close before. I heard they are man-eaters so we were under orders to terminate with prejudice.”
She looks at the Weevil for the first time, cold detachment giving way to curiosity. Trying to catch Janet’s eyes from between to glass barriers she tried her hardest to sense what Owen seemed to sense about them. After a few moments she shakes her head and her eyes refocus on Owen.
“Nah, would be too weird to have another one of me around, call em Spot.”
She appreciated that he was here keeping her company, knowing full well how busy Torchwood keeps its employees. Her cheeks might have flushed a bit when he complemented her but she looked down a moment to hide the fact. Then she looked back up at him, bright blue eyes trying to figure out what else all this talk might be about, but she let the thougt slide for the moment.
”I think it’ll do for a bit, it’s not like pizza will go bad if left out a few hours, I’ve tested the theory. Personally I’d love to get out and see the sky for a bit but I know that the big boss man’s got to interrogate me first. Maybe after they let me out of my cage you can introduce me to the local pub.”
Then she finally realized that she was missing something, Ash. “Hey Owen, they didn’t happen to bring in my gun with them did they?” Hoping that her beloved sidearm wasn’t lost in transit.
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Post by Owen Harper on Nov 4, 2010 13:45:54 GMT -5
I have to admit, it’s one of the nicer ones I’ve seen lately. You work out?
“Yep, daily,” Owen replied to her with a smirk. “I even take my vitamins daily too,” he was playing cheeky. “I hope you do.” He winked at her. He liked her she was fun. He was glad he had someone to play with. Sorry, Janet no hard feelings, eh?
“Terminate…oh that is so Torchwood One,” Owen said looking down at his clip board. Owen felt mad deep down in his gut. He hated how people want to kill aliens because it was in defence. Bollocks, Owen said under his breath. He shuffled the weight on his feet.
“Ice cream,” Owen said. “Chocolate ice cream,” Owen said dreamingly. “Look, I will take you out for ice cream after Captain Jack Harkness sees you,” Owen said. Owen was thinking unless Jack orders Owen away from Torchwood Three. Bailey has no clue that Owen was not supposed to be in Torchwood Three but Owen wanted to be here. He was told he could come and go as he needed…Maybe Owen saw many loop holes in that ‘needed’ as Jack said.
“Blue skies,” Owen said looking at her. “Not today, sweety. The gray skies and rain…So UK weather, eh?” he was being cocky. He was checking her out.
Opening the cell, Owen walked in and took her hand in his. He felt her hand in his and he liked it. He gave her a squeeze, “Look, you ought to be resting,” he said to her in the doctor professionalism tone. “Oh there will be no ice cream, no blue skies and no seeing your gun. Tell me are those your favorite three things?” That was in Owen’s dry sarcastic tone. He tried to lead Bailey to her cot. “If you’re good I might let you have a squeeze of the bottocks?” he blushed. “If your naughty…that will be nice too.”
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Post by foxykitsune on Nov 4, 2010 22:31:01 GMT -5
She was finding it easy to talk to Owen, he spoke flirt really well. She defiantly was taking this guy out when she felt better to see if he spoke drunk flirt as well.”I’m used to running at least five miles day, keeps you in shape for all the running we seem to do.”
She shrugged easily when he criticized her branch. ”Different city, different rules. We can’t have a hungry Weevil running around in London, to many people to chow down on. It’s also a matter of making sure that the team taking the Weevil down is safe. We wouldn’t be in business long if we kept loosing people because we want to detain a man-eater rather than terminate it. What if a Weevil got at children, then what? If a human with a gun started shooting people we’d shoot him to save lives, why does that change because it’s an alien?” It’s obvious she’s had this discussion with a few people quite often, in fact it seemed like the majority of those people were in the medical profession in one way or another.
Her demeanor changes when he starts talking about ice cream, she smiles again. As far as she was concerned Owen fit in here, where she is Torchwood is a huge organization with many different people working under one person. She had no clue how small the group was here, yet. ”Chocolate is good, Rocky Road is better.”
As he moved back into the cell with her, taking her hand, she allowed him to lead her back to the gurney, chuckling at him. “I figured getting up stretching my legs was safer with someone nearby just in case. I’m going nuts just lying down here.” She turns her head to the side, looking up at him, her blue eyes sparkling through a lock of auburn hair. She acquiesces and lies back onto the gurney again, adjusting her IV so she doesn’t lie on it. As she gets comfortable she stretches her neck out, knowing how alluring it is. ”There could also be whipped cream and chocolate syrup…when the bandages come off.” She considers something she hadn’t before. ”Am I going to have scars? Well on the one hand scars are signs of glory but on the other hand I like to wear bikinis.”
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Post by Owen Harper on Nov 5, 2010 12:44:48 GMT -5
Owen blinked with a bit angry in his eyes looking at Bailey, “No. Torchwood One had no right. And we had a woman died who was pregnant. Her throat ripped open, she bled to death and the child died in her. Two lives for one.” He turned away in disgust. “We captured the Weevil. But we did not kill it. We call him Mad Max.” The baby dying in the mother was very upsetting. It was the time before Gwen was part of Torchwood. Owen was mad because he failed and Jack was very cold and emotionless. Owen had stayed up a week wondering what kind of a leader Jack was who didn’t seem had a heart. But after working with Captain Jack Harkness, Owen learned Jack is not all that bad. Maybe it was a leader thing. Owen figured maybe Jack had to keep a distant from his people. Maybe that was the price of being a leader. Owen was feeling that might be the path he had to walk on.
“Rocky Road, never heard it before,” Owen said. “I am sure it has a bite to it.”
Seeing the expose neck, Owen would come down and bite it like a vampire and drain her little life from her. Better just tasting her skin and feeling her soft skin against his lips. He could just have one taste. Was she reading his mind when she mentioned whip cream when he was looking at neck? The image of whip cream came to play.
“Scars…It depends how your body heals from them. You can conceal them. I mean, if you conceal them by clothing…us men do love to be tease with little covered up bodies. But scars can be sexy too,” Owen said coyly to her. Owen could see she was concerned about scars. “I say you deal fine with scars if you get one. If not, call me up and I will be there for you. I am not going to say things will be all peachy. If I tell you it will be peachy. I will be lying. But I can say you possible have a bright future. Trust me on that,” he said patting her on the hand. Owen knows that for a fact because if Bailey was human and act properly. Jack will treat her full with respect. Owen pulled the cover over her body. “I will see what I can do rush things for you,” Owen said.
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Post by foxykitsune on Nov 6, 2010 7:01:39 GMT -5
She looks at Owen confused and shakes her head “Wait, you say that like it’s only Torchwood One who has that standing order, it was held for Two and Three as well.” She sighs, everything is different. She feels like she’s off center here and desperately wants to get back to some semblance of normality, which is not being locked in a cell.
”Don’t tell me you are a pacifist. You work for bloody Torchwood.”
When he bent over and bit her neck her mind went from annoyance with him to flashes of sensuality. Her skin flushed with the sensation before she comes back to her senses. No, Owen annoyed her, insulting her life’s work and dismissing her like he did. She turns her head after his lips leave her neck, slowing her breath and regaining some sort of control.
She gives Owen a shrug at the comments about scars; she really doesn’t care about them right now. She’d had thought she was gaining a friend. As he pats her hand she resists the urge to pull it away from him. The drugs numbing her control over her emotions that she normally has. She lets him tuck her in, yawning to cover up the annoyance.
”I appreciate your help Owen. I think I am going to get some sleep. See you later?” Trying to keep it all very civil but damn it she put her life on the line to protect humanity from alien threats and he had to go and dismiss her sacrifice like that? Here she was in this upside down world because she put her life and the lives of her teammates on the line to try to save the world and he insults her. Part of her knew it was an overreaction to the trauma she had just been through but she honestly didn’t care. It’s like visiting a wounded solider and scolding them for having fought in a war instead of thanking them for their service.
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Post by Owen Harper on Nov 6, 2010 17:46:43 GMT -5
Owen did not mean to bite her but he did without realizing it. And it annoyed Bailey. Annoyed at himself, Owen stood up when she gave the sign of you annoy me Owen with her yawn.
Owen gave Bailey a look when she called him a pacifist. Owen gave her a smug smile saying are you sure?
Picking up the empty pizza box, "Don't hesistate to call for room service," he told her not looking at her. Deep down Owen felt rejeted. Owen felt out of place himself. He don't know how to go at it.
Turning to look at her before he closed the door. "You are Torchwood. You speak as Torchwood One still exist. I am sorry to say Torchwood One had been closed for a few yers. I am not sure Jack Harkness will tell you this but he is not a big fan of Torchwood One. I am not either. For the orders of killing aliens there was one time Jack followed those orders. That was the first and last order Jack will follow to kill aliens or blow up spaceships. The damn thing was leaving us. And we blew it up!"
Owen closed the cell door. He took a deep breathe. "Look I don't have power to help much as I can. Yes. You are trapped like a gazill in a cage. Allow me to comfort you this. This is Torchwood Three and Jack handles things much better than Torchwood One. There are times that Jack does things that we don't agree with but his decision is worth to take." Owen was mad at Jack but he had accpted Jack's decisions on orders etc. Owen took a deep breathe. "I am better to let rest before I annoy you more." He looked at Janet. "There you have it Janet. A little human drama. Free of charge." Owen gave Bailey a last look a long one. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her he knows what she is going through in a way. Bailey was getting under Owen's skin.There was something about Bailey Owen found atractive. Owen had figurd he won't see her again because when Jack find out what Owen did he be in troouble with Jack. "I hope things go well with you. If you aon the good side of Jack. I might be able to take you up for that ice scream. The rocky road," pointing his finger at her. "But when you do have that rocky road and I amnot there. Think of me. Bye," he said walking away. He mumbled something of I said way to much I sounded like a lost puppy. What an idiot I am. Stupid me!
Janey behave a littl sad when Owen left.
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Post by Owen Harper on Nov 18, 2010 15:52:28 GMT -5
Thread is completed!
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