Watching Owen 3/5 - Gwen

Title: Watching Owen (3/5) - Gwen
Pairing: Owen and Gwen
Rating/Warning: Adult
Summary: Owen thinks he is alone in the Hub, but someone is watching and enjoying the show
Author's Notes: This follows on from Watching Owen, where I invited ideas as to who may be watching him. I couldn't settle on one, so will do a chapter for each of the team all starting at the same point. Owen and Ianto here.
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.

( Owen made as if he was going to pull off his scrub bottoms, then stopped, straightened up, and spoke to the wall in front of him. )

 

 

Oh, The Irony

Title: Oh, The Irony
Characters: Owen
Word count: 100
Rating/Warning: 15 for some naughty-ish words
AN - Another random popped into my head thing.

As the ground opened up beneath him and he felt himself fall, the one word that went through Owen’s head was “bollocks”.

He lay on the ground in the disused, rotten house that he had been searching and looked up at the ceiling-that-had-once-been-floor he had fallen through.

He did a quick mental assessment.

Ribs – Broken or cracked, jolly good

Arms – seemed fine

Back - hurts like a bastard, but everything wiggles

Head - I think therefore I am

Legs – foot should not face that direction. Arse.

A giggle welled up inside him.

“Medic!” he yelled.