Owen and the Birds
Nov. 4th, 2010 02:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen
Words: 200
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Spoilers:None
AN: A very random little thing written ages ago, but only just posting here.
Owen walked along the dawn-lit street humming to himself. This was his favourite part of the day.
It felt as though he had the whole of Cardiff to himself; he could take his time, and enjoy the sights and sounds of the early morning.
This Kiss by Faith Hill played its way around his head and nearby a bird started its early morning call to the world. Owen smiled to himself and an extra bounce appeared in his step.
All too soon though he neared the Hub. As he walked towards the Tourist Information Office door he made an effort to set his face into the scowl his team-mates were familiar with and tried to think of the first few sarcastic barbs he could use this morning.
He loved his team-mates dearly and always looked forward to seeing them, but he knew that the team needed a hard-edged doctor. He needed to appear detached or they would never let him treat them. And so he did. Every day he slipped into the mask of heartless, sarcastic, snappy Owen the bastard.
With a sigh he said goodbye to the singing birds and the song in his head and opened the door.
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