Title: Alcohol, Retcon, and Sex
Pairing: Owen/Ianto
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Nope. Not me. Guess again.
Pairing: Owen/Ianto, no Jack (not yet) and no other team members in this part.
Summery: Ianto has been retconned (is now called Gareth) but continued to live his life in Cardiff. It wasn't long before he came into contact with another Torchwood member; Owen Harper. In this part (1/3?) Owen and Gareth meet under the influence of alcohol.

1. GARETH
The club was packed, full of laugher and warmth. Gareth Nye, a lanky, twenty-two-year-old brunet with beautiful pale blue eyes, was surrounded by friends. One nudged him about three hours into the evening when already a few of them had left the post-graduation gathering. "Hey mate, that guy at the bar has been eyeing you up all night." Paul told him drawing Gareth's eyes to the skinny brunet sitting at the bar, an empty shot glass abandoned near by and a pint sat in front of him, barely half full. The man immediately averted his eyes when Gareth looked over.
Gareth's intoxicated brain decided then and there than the brown eyed brunet in the black leather jacket was entirely fuckable. And of course, in the way of all drunks, he had to act on it. So, when half an hour later Gareth had observed the other man still looking at him, he decided to confront the man.
He sauntered up to him, carefully noticing the way the other man now avoided him completely. Until he spoke. "Do you want to fuck me or something?"

2. OWEN
He'd come to the club to chill. To relax. To let the alcohol numb him until he felt a blissful nothing. Since Jack ran off six months ago things had gone from worse to strength to worse and back again. The term 'good day' had taken on a new meaning. Gwen was attempting to balance her role as team-leader with planning a wedding, Tosh was running programmes in order to predict rift opening and also taking on a bigger role in field work as well as finding new ways to catalogue information for efficiently. Owen was the field work expert and best with weapons and obviously the team doctor. And now they had lost Ianto it was all the more harder.
But tonight, here in this bar somewhere in Cardiff between the Hub and Owen's flat, Owen had spotted the guy. Tall, lanky even, with neatly cut brown hair which was missing its usual dose of gel and had curled on top of his head. He was clothed in tight black jeans and a blue unbuttoned shirt revealing a white t-shirt with a band insignia on it. He looked to be in his early twenties but Owen knew his eyes were older. He looked to be laughing but Owen knew it wouldn't last. Especially if he noticed Owen.
But God hates human beings (otherwise he wouldn't have invented hangovers) so Owen's eyes were drawn to the man all night long. And eventually, a little drunkenly, the man came over and announced, "Do you want to fuck me or something?"
Owen's eyes widened and he thanked the human-hating god that he hadn't been drinking at that moment or his drink would have ended up all over the bar. He was tempted to say 'or something' and disappear into the night enigmatically but he wasn't Jack bloody Harkness and really he had no desire to be. Truth was he honestly hadn't been thinking about fucking him, but now the idea was lodged into his brain no matter how bad the idea was, how dangerous, and deceitful. How unforgivable. So instead he took another manly gulp of beer and said, "What makes you think I want to fuck you?" He said it because he was stupid. He really was. Looking at his track history... the guy he fucked in hospital that got him fired, fucking Suzie-the-psycho, fucking Gwen and fucking himself up over Diane. All stupid fucking things. And here he was, about to do it again.
The man pouted - he actually pouted! "Are you saying you don't?" He asked, taking a sip of Owen's beer cheekily.
Wow.
Unexpected. It was unexpected because Owen was still thinking of this man as the man he'd taunted and demeaned for three years instead of the man who'd been created.
"I have a place about ten minutes from here." Owen said, sealing his fate.
The guy smiled. "I'm Gareth." He said. I know, Owen wanted to stay. Instead he smiled and brought his lips to meet 'Gareth's', hungrily kissing the man.
"Nice to meet you, Gareth."

They fucked until five in the morning and finally Gareth fell asleep, mumbling something about how unpleasantly sticky he'd be in the morning and how he'd left a cup on the table, where were the coasters! Owen couldn't sleep, though. his thoughts plagued by memories of the first few weeks after Jack had left, as he watched the man sleep, innocence incarnate.

FLASHBACK
"Oh my God. What have you done, Owen!" Screamed Gwen shrilly.
"Please, tell me you know how to reverse it," Tosh begged.
"Well, it's not like I killed him or anything!" Owen protested.
They were all looking at Ianto in shock. Still dressed immaculately in a black suit with his purple tie and blue shirt, but it no longer fit perfectly. He'd lost about a stone of weight and oh, five or six years off his age. Ianto looked at himself. "At least we know what it does now." He said quite calmly.
They stared at him, gob-smacked he could be so calm.
"Yes, you're right, it's like I've died." He said dryly. "I've only regressed a few years physically. I'm still alive, I still have my memories." He sounded irritated about the last bit.
They worked with the device for a few more days until Ianto came to visit Owen one night while he was pouring over Ianto's blood tests.
"It won't kill me, will it?" Ianto asked quietly.
Owen shook his head. "You are as healthy as a horse. More healthy because most horses haven't got an extra six years on them."
"Retcon me." Ianto said. Owen nearly dropped the glass vial he'd been holding.
"What!"
"I want you to Retcon me. I've already complied a new identity and put everything into place. My name will be Gareth Nye and I'll be a soon-t-be graduating student of Cardiff university, and the reason no one knows me is because I'm an open university student. Technically it's not a lie. I have been doing an open uni curse since Lisa died."
"Why? I mean, we haven't even figured out how to change you back!" Owen said.
Ianto smiled sadly. "And you won't figure it out. It doesn't matter anyway, it's easier to create a false past for a few years than for six or seven years. And I'd hate to have amnesia, it would only stimulate me to discover my own past."
"You shouldn't do this."
"I will. With or without your help." He held out a needle towards him. It was filled with eight ml of a glucose solution which would simulate the affects of a hangover when he woke up. It was laced with retcon.
Owen nodded. "Is it Jack?"
"It's Torchwood." Ianto replied.
Understanding, Owen took the needle and plunged it into Ianto's sink.

END OF FLASHBACK

Owen still wasn't sure he'd done the right thing, but Ianto/Gareth had been happy tonight. Until Owen.

3. GARETH
He woke at eight-fifteen on the Saturday morning thinking 'fuck, what God invented hangovers'. Looking at the man next to him, who he assumed was sleeping, he rolled out of the bed and quietly picked up his clothing before dressing and exiting the flat. He felt odd, like he was trying to think of something, a memory that was buried, but the pain in his head was stopping him.
He really wanted a shower.

4. OWEN
He listened to the younger man as he dressed and left then sighed. Fuck it, he'd screwed up again. But he couldn't yet tell if it would come back to haunt him or not.

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