Author's Note: Well, here it is. The first chapter of my first Torchwood fanfiction. It's been a fairly hard editing process, mostly due to the time zone difference between myself and my wonderful editor, co-writer and cousin, Gaby. Reviews would be wonderful, of course. If you hate this, it would be lovely if you could tell me what I did wrong. This would be set anywhere between "Dead Man Walking" and "Fragments", I think. Thanks for reading!

I'll Find A Way

Chapter 1

Owen was working late at the Hub. Since he didn't need to eat, sleep or do anything, really, Owen could easily work through the night. Probably many nights. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Owen looked around the Hub. It was empty. Gwen had gone home early for a much-needed date with Rhys. Tosh had seemed like she wanted to stay, but she sensed Owen's irritation when she approached him, and slunk off with her tail between her legs. Ianto had most likely disappeared a while ago, but he could be anywhere. Owen stopped working, and listened for a minute. Silence. That usually signified that Ianto wasn't in Jack's office. And what about Jack, Owen thought. Did Jack ever actually go home? It didn't seem like it. Jack could, for all Owen knew, be in his office, watching him at this very moment.

Asshole, Owen thought. He can't even let me enjoy my own death. Not that death was very enjoyable, but it was better than this. At least he wouldn't have to be aware of the fact that he couldn't sleep, drink, or shag. Suddenly, Owen heard footsteps behind him, snapping him out of his sulk.

"You're working late, Dr. Harper." Jack's deep voice sounded from a few feet away.

"Yeah, seeing as I can't sleep, I don't really feel the need to go home." Owen replied caustically.

Jack sighed. "Owen, I'm sorry. It had to be done."

"No, it really didn't, Jack."

"Maybe." Jack rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Listen, do you have anything important to say to me, or did you just come down to piss me off?" Owen hissed.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Just bloody peachy, Jack. Now sod off." Owen turned back to his work.

Jack didn't move. "Owen, I know what it's like, to die and live again. I can help you."

That was enough. Owen whirled out of his chair to stand nearly nose-to-nose with Jack. "No, you can't help. You don't know what it's like. You die, and you're whole and perfect 5 minutes later. I'm not alive. I'm so broken. I'm nothing."

"Owen. You're not nothing," Jack said softly, edging closer. "For one, you're the best damn medic Torchwood has ever seen. Another thing, you're so brave. You never fail to keep your friends out of danger. And lastly…" Jack murmured, moving even closer. "…You're seriously hot." Owen wasn't quite sure of the sequence of events, but in the next few moments, he was kissing Jack. They broke apart after a minute, Owen's mouth hanging open from shock.

"Jack…wha?" He mumbled confusedly.

"Ssh." Jack put his finger to Owen's lips. He took hold of Owen's arm, and the two rushed up the stairs to Jack's office, Owen barely aware of his actions, but willing nevertheless.

"Owen," Jack began, "I can't help you with the sleeping or drinking, but I can help you with the shagging." Owen opened his mouth halfheartedly to contradict, but Jack interrupted him.

"Trust me, I'll find a way." Jack winked, and shut the office door.