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A/N: I know my Torchwood fics are mostly about Gwen and Owen but I just love that pairing! I promise I'll write something different soon…well…I'll try.
Gwen sat on the sofa next to Rhys. It was one of those rare nights where nothing too exciting happened with the rift allowing the team to leave early. Gwen was aware of Rhys talking but she couldn't focus on his voice. She was too busy thinking of her last encounter with Owen.
A few days ago, a Weevil had emerged from the sewers and was running around the streets of Cardiff. Gwen had launched herself onto it and knocked it to the ground. As she struggled to spray the Weevil in the face, it had managed to roll on top of her and had taken a bite out of her arm. Ianto managed to pull the Weevil off her and sedate it while Owen rushed to her side to tend to her. She was screaming in agony and as he got closer he saw that she'd also received a nasty scratch down the length of her thigh and a few cuts to the face. He'd taken her to the Hub and patched her up. She was going to spend the night at the Hub while she came up with a cover story to tell Rhys about her condition but Owen insisted on taking her back to his flat to get some proper rest. Even though they couldn't do too much with Gwen in her condition, it hadn't stopped them from doing things.
"Glad you enjoyed it." Owen's voice whispered in her head. She felt her face flush as she saw his face smirking at her. "What are you doing here with this boring git when you could be with me? We could be having a lot more fun…right now."
"Oh piss off Owen." She thought back, it was so frustrating knowing he'd affected her like this.
"Pardon?"
Gwen's head snapped up and out of her thoughts. Rhys was watching her, frowning slightly.
"What?" She asked.
"Did you tell me to piss off?" Rhys asked.
"Huh…oh no…sorry…I was miles away." She mumbled.
She wasn't aware that she'd said anything out loud and flushed again. She cursed Owen again, this time making sure she didn't say anything out loud again.
"Oh…are you ok? You seem a little distant tonight." Rhys frowned.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. I'm going to bed, you coming?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'll just watch the end of this." Rhys said gesturing to the TV.
Gwen nodded and made her way to their bedroom. She changed into her pyjamas and dropped onto the bed. She sighed as she pulled the duvet over her and closed her eyes.
Her mind was immediately filled with thoughts of Owen. She screamed in frustration and hit the bed with her fist. Needing a distraction, she began to think of the most annoying songs she could and sang them over and over again in her head. She had to admit defeat when she heard Owen's smug laugh in the back of her mind.
Luckily, Rhys came into the room.
"Your programme finished?" She asked eagerly,
"Yeah. I thought you'd be asleep by now." Rhys said.
"Not yet." She sighed.
"Too busy thinking about me." Owen's voice said smugly.
Gwen clenched her teeth and scowled. Rhys changed and slipped into bed next to her. As he kissed her, she responded quickly, still trying to distract herself. Rhys chuckled and pulled her towards him. Rhys trailed kisses down her jaw and neck. Smiling as it seemed to work, she twisted her hands in his hair.
"His hair's a lot softer than Owen's. And he's too hasty, Owen would have teased." Gwen thought. She froze. "Shit."
She did not just compare Rhys with Owen. Before it got any worse, she pushed Rhys off her.
"What's wrong?" He asked confused and a little hurt.
"Sorry, I'm just…tired. Sorry I can't do this tonight." She sighed.
"Oh…ok." He mumbled.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips before rolling over and wrapping her half of the duvet tightly around her. Rhys watched her, frowning, for a couple of minutes before rolling over. Gwen clenched her fists tightly and tried to get some sleep.
She tossed and turned all night trying to keep her thoughts as far away from Owen as possible.