"Understanding" for [livejournal.com profile] mareen_manuela

May. 15th, 2009 01:02 am
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In response to drabble request from [livejournal.com profile] mareen_manuela:

What could be better than the kissing scene in episode four? Maybe an intermezzo after 'Cyberwoman'?

Hehehe, I love Mareen - she's all kinds of sweetness. Plus, she's kick ass at German translations! :D

And thank you so much for being so patient with me, dearest - I think it came out rather well. ;)

This takes place right after the episode "Cyberwoman" from the series Torchwood. There is some dialogue from that episode and 'Countrycide' in this little drabble. If you're a fan, you know what I'm talking about.

Rating: PG-13 - It is Owen, after all - such a filthy little bugger he is.
Word Count: 790! WOO HOO - still a drabble

Many thanks to my awesome betas: [livejournal.com profile] dusty273 and [livejournal.com profile] imbloodyenglish

This concludes my drabble meme requests. In the future, if you'd like a drabble of your very own, send me a PM thru LJ with your requirements and I'll see what I can do. ;)



Slapping the bag of ice against the back of her co-worker’s head, Gwen Cooper sighed heavily. “How’s your head?”

“Oi! Ease up!” Owen groused, removing the bag and reapplying it a little more gently, causing Gwen to roll her eyes.

She tsk’d, sitting next to him on the steps. “Such a ponce.”

He glared at her. “Florence Nightingale you are not.” Watching her stare off into the distance, biting her nail, he just had to pester her a bit more. “I pity poor Rhys if that’s the best you can do.”

She whipped her head around to face him. “You leave Rhys out of this, Owen.”

“Struck a nerve, have I?”

“When aren’t you bloody pointing out people’s flaws?”

“It’s what I do best, Cooper.”

“I find that highly unlikely,” she muttered, resting her chin on her hands.

They sat in silence for a time before Gwen posed the question she’d asked him earlier. “Why did you kiss me?”

Shifting the icepack upwards, he groaned when the cold hit the lump at the base of his skull. “Seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

“When we’re about to die?” she asked, incredulously.

He closed one eye and tilted his face as if he were thinking. “Let’s see now, what did I say? Oh right… last kiss for the condemned man.”

“You’re not a condemned man, Owen, so what the hell were you doing?”

It was his turn to heave a heavy sigh. “You know nothing about me, Gwen.” He flung the ice pack across the control center until it hit one of the tiled walls. “Don’t presume to know anything about me.”

“All right, that’s fair,” she conceded. “So tell me why you kissed me then?”

“Back to square one again, are we?”

“I want to know why,” she repeated.

“You know, you’re starting to sound like a broken record with as many times as you’ve repeated the same bloody question.”

“I want to-”

“Fucking know why!” he yelled, finishing for her. Staring hard at her for a good long moment, he turned his body to face her, wanting to witness every reaction when he told her the truth. “I’ll tell you why. How long have you and Rhys been together?”

A frown creased her brow. “What does that have to do-”

“Bet he can make the earth rumble, but he doesn’t make it move.”

“Shut your gob!” she hissed.

His smirk spread across his whole face, knowing he was right and if he pushed the right buttons, he’d get the desired reaction. “When was the last time you two screwed all night? When was the last time you came so hard and so long you forgot where you were?”

Her averted glance was his answer, so he kept going.

“Don't you ever think you're too familiar? Whereas you and me... we're not cozy at all.”

“No, we’re not. In fact, I’d say we don’t get on at all,” she countered, her chin angled high.

Shaking his head, he leered and lowered his voice. “No, we’d be amazing, and that scares the shit out of you.”

She shot up from her seat as if she’d been shocked by a live wire, moving away from him and his half-truths. “It’s possible,” she admitted, licking her lips. “But it’ll never happen.”

“And why’s that?”

Crossing her arms in self-defense, she pointed out, “You’re not the long-haul partner.”

Standing up to join her, he mimicked her stance. “Monogamy is overrated. Just ask Jack.”

“Well, that’s what I want,” she said firmly.

“Is it?” he asked with an arched brow. “Somehow I think you’re destined for something more, Gwen Cooper.”

“No, I’m fine… right where I’m at.”

“Stagnant.”

“I can grow, damn it!” It was a testament on how much he irritated her that she stomped her foot. “I had a good job before this! I thought in a year or two, perhaps a baby, I know Rhys would be a good dad, and I could try for desk sergeant, and… well, it was all sorting into place.”

“Yawn, boring,” Owen said flippantly.

She glared at him, her lower lip trembling. “And then I met you lot. All these things… all these things that change in me, changing how I see the world,” she confessed, tears gathering in her eyes. “And I can't share them with anyone.”

Holding out his hand, he smiled gently. “Yes, you can.”

A ruffle of papers sounded over their shoulders and they both saw Ianto near the couch, picking up dirty teacups and leftover pizza. He stopped once he was spotted. “Should I come back later?” he offered.

Owen glanced at Gwen, shaking his head. “Nah, mate.” He squeezed her hand lightly. “Said all we needed to.”
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