This is my second Torchwood fic, but the first is longer and still in for beta-ing. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I've not had this one beta'd. Just a short one to help boost the amount of OwenTosh out there. It's only slight but it's a start!
Owen lay in his hospital bed. Jack had already been to visit him, and truth be told he hadn't been expecting any body else. Who spent time visiting somebody from work? And it's not like he had any friends outside of Torchwood.
So when a soft knock on the wood of his door greeted his ears, he was surprised to say the least. Looking up and seeing Tosh stood there opposite him however didn't surprise him. If it was going to be anybody, it would be her. Tosh with her undying crush on him. Of course with would be her.
"Didn't you get the memo from Jack? I hate grapes." He commented as he saw the bag of the god-forsaken fruit in her hands.
"I know, that's why I got you cherries," she put them down on the table adjacent to his bed, and sat down in the chair beside it, "and I know they're your favourite so no complaining."
"Thanks Tosh," he mumbled through a slight smile. As much as he tried to deny her, Tosh knew him better than anybody else in that god-forsaken place. Maybe if he gave her more attention, or more time, he realise that although he loved Diane, more than anything, there was somebody who had always been there for him that he loved just as much.
"Why'd you do it, Owen?" Tosh asked through the silence that had gathered after their work related conversation.
"I wanted to find peace," he answered after a few moments of silence, "And for a few moments, in that cage, I felt it. Then you lot had to come and 'save the day'" he finished bitterly causing Tosh to withdraw a little from him.
"And you think dying is the best way to escape Torchwood?"
"It's the best way of escaping life."
Little did Owen Harper know – it wasn't that easy to escape life. To escape Torchwood. They always brought you back. He should have learnt that with Suzie, he should have known that he'd never find peace.
Because now, Owen Harper is dead. But he's not buried, or in the Torchwood morgue. He's living his life, living his life knowing that he'll never eat, he'll never drink, he'll never sleep – he'll never have a life to call his own.
Because you can never escape Torchwood, not even in death.
Hope you liked it. There are more fics to come from me for OwenTosh so please R R and help me out a little. Characterisation comments would be useful.