AN: Here you go, the next chappie in my line of Ianto stories. Here is the next member, Owen the guy you love to hate…or hate to hate…or…never mind.
Owen had come into the Hub hung over many times. Most of those times he snapped at the first living thing he saw then retreated to his autopsy room to cut up an unfortunate corpse. The last time that he came in with a killer of a hang over, Gwen had made the mistake of telling him off for staying up all night drinking. The following scene was one that Gwen did not want repeated.
Owen had come up to Gwen's face, inches from her nose. He smiled grimly.
"Well, I guess you really do think that you can control the rest of us. You swan in here thinking you can tell me what to do, but I can do what I like. If I want to destroy my liver and kill myself from the inside then I can!"
He stopped and glared at Gwen, the sheer look of terror on her face made Owen feel a little better.
"Like you would care anyway" That last statement hit Gwen hard.
After that Gwen had kept her distance from Owen, much to his dismay.
Ianto felt that Jack's industrial strength coffee would be the best for Owen now. He prepared the magic brew in the boardroom machine. When the scent wafted through the Hub, Ianto made his way down to offer Owen some relief. As he passed Jack, he felt Jack put something in his jacket pocket. He looked at the small tub and smiled.
Jack had moaned at Owen once for the incompetence of the 21st century medication. He had a killer of a headache and needed something stronger to quell the pounding. Owen had spent the next three hours experimenting with various medications. By midday Jack was close to being locked up with the weevil for moaning about his headache. That was when Owen slammed the pot of magic pills on his desk with a glass of water and sauntered back to his own station.
The effect was instant and Jack was a lot happier. Since it was so effective Owen had run off quite a few of the magic pills, they came in handy for the extreme pain that the team had to suffer. Ianto recognised the pills instantly, because they had the Torchwood insignia on each pill. One of the topics that were brought up over late night coffee was how Owen had got the little logo on them.
Ianto passed Gwen on the way down; she was steering clear of Owen. She smiled as she saw the coffee and pills. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and continued up to talk to Jack.
Ianto then passed Tosh, another smile and a pat on the arm. Ianto felt like he was going to defuse a nuclear bomb. He took a deep breath, then headed over to Owen's desk.
Owen was slumped over his keyboard; his hands were under his head and was breathing deeply. He was probably asleep, Ianto placed the coffee close to Owen's face so that the tart aroma would wake him up gently, and he then placed the pot of pills close by. Ianto padded away softly, back to his obsessive cleaning and making coffee for the rest of the team.
At the end of the day Owen had a bit of a spring in his step. As he left for home Owen nodded politely at Ianto and smiled. This was quite an achievement for Ianto, this was the first time today that Owen had smiled at anyone.
Ianto was the most important member of the team, he just chose to sit back and watch the action. He hated the adrenaline rush, it crumpled his suit.
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