Fic: No Longer

[cookiegirl]

Title: No Longer
Author: cookielaura
Character: Owen
Wordcount: 445
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Adult language
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine, and I'm not making any money from this
Notes: Written for challenge 3 of torchwood_las. The prompt was Journey and the object to mention was a book. This just about scraped through the round!

No Longer

Owen was out. Not out anywhere in particular, just out. Wandering through Cardiff’s darkened streets on a Friday night, for no reason other than the thought of lying on the sofa and watching yet more crap television was depressing him even more than usual. 

He used to love Fridays, if Jack let him off early enough to enjoy them. And it didn’t even have to be that early – as long as Owen was at the bar by 3am there’d still be a slew of drunk or desperate women more than happy to go home with anyone who called themselves a doctor. 

But now Fridays were just another day to get through. And there would be a million more of them, ten million maybe, stretching out bleakly in front of him until the world ended or he somehow managed to top himself. 

He found himself arriving outside one of his old haunts, and accidentally caught the eye of one of the bouncers who he used to pass regularly.

‘Coming in mate?’

‘Not tonight’. Not any night.

He moved on. Walked past bars that he couldn’t drink in, past takeaways he couldn’t eat from – what he wouldn’t give for a sodding kebab right now – and past more clubs that there was no longer any point thrusting or grinding inside of, when he knew he couldn’t take it any further. 

He was out of the city centre now, tracking through increasingly residential streets, still hoping that the endless rhythm of walking would bring him some sort of peace, but still finding nothing. Still not sure where he was going.

But then, he was there. He drew to a halt, not wanting to ask himself if he’d been heading here all along. What’s wrong with you, you fucking moron? What do you think you’re going to find?

Owen told himself to leave, but his feet stayed planted firmly on the pavement. And after a while he felt himself blending in to the night, at one with the cold nothingness around him. Not feeling the peace he was after, but reaching some sort of mindlessness that was a passable alternative. He would stay here til dawn, he figured, enjoying being invisible.

‘Owen? What are you doing?’

Shit.

‘Nothing. I’m…nothing’.

‘Do you want to come in?’ Light was flooding through the open doorway and out onto the street. It did look inviting, but…

‘To do what?’ What could she possibly think I’m good for?

‘I don’t care. Come and watch me read my book if you want. Just don’t stand out there any longer’.

Owen told himself to leave, again. He wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. 

‘Yeah, ok. Thanks Tosh’. 

Comments

[owensheart.livejournal.com]

Aww I so wish these two had gotten together.

grat story, I really feel for owen.

[cookiegirl]

Me too, I would have loved to see their story carry on through seasons 3 and 4 :(
And thankyou :)

[karaokegal.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Poor Owen. I honestly think what was done to him was crueler than an actual death. (But that Burn acted the hell out of it.)

[cookiegirl]

It was pretty rough :( Burn was definitely amazing though, I think he's the strongest actor out of all of them. So glad he's been doing so well recently, did you see him in the Dark knight? Such a little part but I thought he really made it stand out!

[karaokegal.livejournal.com]

Hopefully this weekend. Although thrilled that he is getting work in high profile productions such as Game of Thrones and Spies of Warsaw.