I do not own anything about this story! Wish I did! :(
Owen woke up that morning and looked at the clock on his bedside cabinet it read 5:30.
He sighed, it was almost time for work. He had a hard life as a Torchwood doctor, what with operating on aliens and all. He heaved himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. His apartment was quite small but by how tired he was , it seemed to take an age to get to the bathroom. When he was finally there, he opened up the mirrored cabinet hanging on the wall. He reached inside and found his aftershave. He slapped some on then, feeling more refreshed, put it back in the cabinet and walked back to the bedroom. He glanced at the clock. This time it read 5:40. 20 minutes left. He thought to himself. 20 minutes till I see her.
He got changed into his casual skinny jeans and his navy blue top with long white sleeves.
He went into the kitchen and slipped on his trainers and favourite, trademark leather jacket. He looked at the calender hanging on the wall. It was 13th February today. He smiled slightly, (It was a surprising for Owen because he rarely smiled!) as he thought about tomorrow, 14th February! Valentines day! He was going to make sure that Tosh understood his feelings for her.
He had no picture on his calender, only dates. Thinking he better hurry up, he quickly took a swig of beer from the bottle in the fridge and as he closed the door he thought about the photo in his bedside cabinet draw. It lay un-crumpled and perfectly smooth, and carefully tucked inside. As he thought about this a smile threatened to tug at his lips. It was the photo of him and Tosh on the day they went to the party in a remote field on new years Eve. He and Tosh had had a copy each. He didn't knowif Tosh had kept hers or not. He quickly made himself a bacon roll, hoping to distract himself from the very fabric of that terrible thought he always had whenever he glanced at that picture, which he always did.
He was Owen! Someone who showed virtually no emotion. He was someone who hid behind comedy, who laughed at peoples attempts to understand him, who made wisecracks and jokes at the most serious of subjects. Who flirted with anything and everything, (though not as much as Jack, of course! NOBODY could flirt as much as Jack! He even flirted with aliens!) But nobody understood him like Tosh did. She just GOT him, plain and simple. And he had been crushing on her since before he could remember. But he just didn't know how to show it. He didn't mean to hurt her, he just did. He rejected her attempts to make him feel better when he was sad. He laughed at her seriousness at things and mocked her intelligence. But he tried to do little things to show that he cared. He asked her to dance with him at Gwen's wedding. He had tried to tell her that SHE Toshiko Sato was the one he wanted. He had kissed her when he fought off death, Oh that kiss!
He could feel that she was shocked, But he could have sworn that for a split second she kissed him back, like she really cared about him.
She had once asked him out on a date and was secretly thrilled but tried to act as though it was no big deal. He was wondering when they would get it though.
He looked at the clock on the microwave, it read 5:45. He was going to be late! He quickly grabbed his keys off the kitchen table and was out the front door, and heading towards his car.
It was almost like it was a routine:
wake up early,
put on aftershave,
drink beer,
eat a bacon roll,
THINK ABOUT TOSHIKO,
leave for work.
It was the same thing every morning.
Toshiko woke up that morning in her apartment and turned her attention to the clock on the wall. it read 5:00. Perfect. She thought to herself. that gives me an hour to get ready. An hour before I see him.
She went over to her window and pulled back the blinds. She gazed out at the otherwise still sleeping city of Cardiff.
Toshiko sighed. This city is clueless! She thought to herself , shaking her head. She and the Torchwood team risked their lives on a daily basis to keep this city and the rest of the safe and out of danger, and nobody knew! Sending these thoughts to the very back of her head she looked forward to seeing her co-workers and Owen.
She went into the kitchen and put 2 pieces of toast into the toaster. Her gaze fell upon the calendar that was blue-tacked to her cupboard. It had no picture, only dates. Tosh looked at the date today. It was 13th February 2011. She looked at the day next to it and smiled. 14th February tomorrow! She thought to herself. Valentines day! She had plans for that day. She was going to make sure that her feelings for Owen were hidden no longer.
Smiling again, she went into the bedroom to do her hair.
Just as she finished straightening it, she thought she smelled burning.
"the toast!" She exclaimed.
And she ran into the kitchen and saved the burning toast.
She buttered it and added jam and chomped it up on her way back to the bedroom.
She slipped out of her clothes and into her dressing gown. she then walked into the bathroom and ran a shower.
Taking her dressing gown off she stepped into the shower.
As she stood there in the warm water she thought about, none other then Owen.
She thought about him frequently. She always did.
She thought about the photo of them that took pride of place on her fridge.
She remembered the day it was taken well:
It was a cold, windy day on new years Eve, And they had come together to a party with a bunch of friends to celebrate.
They had had a few beers and where sat on the grass in the field where the party was.
"Smile!" Said their friend Lucy.
And she whipped out her digital camera and snapped a picture before either one of them could say anything.
"Oh that looks so good!" She said. "I'll print you off a copy each!"
And a couple of weeks later they each got a copy in the post.
She didn't know if Owen had kept his or not. Probably not, knowing Owen, He'd have ripped it up, lost it down the back of the sofa, or left it crumpled up in a pair of long forgotten jeans.
She shampooed her hair, turned the taps off and got out of the shower. she got changed into her black leggings and long, deep purple top.
She then picked up her glasses and popped them in her leather bag on her bedroom floor.
She picked it up and went into the kitchen. She glance at the long mirror on the wall. After straightening her hair, then having a bath, her hair had fallen into it's usual floppy style.
She looked at the clock on the microwave, it read 5:40.
I'm going to be late! She thought to herself.
She grabbed her keys off the side and was out the door, heading towards her car.
It was like a routine:
Get up,
make breakfast,
straighten hair,
have a shower,
THINK ABOUT OWEN,
leave for work.
It was the same thing every morning.