Own zilch. Written by x - Torchwood's Baby Blue - x
I looked around. I was in the Hub. But I couldn't have been. My last thought that I could remember was the pain. The sadness. The destruction all around me. the loss. Owen. I lost Owen. Again. He died. Again. I didn't want to remember that. I lost the only man I loved. The only man I am ever going to love. How can I love anyone else? It was him. It was Owen. Owen Harper. He was… oh my god.
'Tosh … '
'Owen … ?'
'Ya'know, we never did get that pool tournament.'
Was he … ?
'And your point is … ?'
'Well … how's Friday?'
Oh my dear god. He was. He so was! He was asking me out on a date. And you could guess my reaction.
