Intro bit
This isn't really a proper chapter - it's shorter, and doesn't have much alien-catching in it, so we just called it 'Nightshift'. It has lots of a certain pairing in it. Lizbug, avert your eyes now, it'll probably freak you out.
It's not all romanticky crap, though, they have an argument too, which is quite fun. And there are bits with weevils in. Hooray for weevils.
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This chapter contains: Ridiculous amounts of a certain pairing, moderate language, attempted weevil psychology and implied...things. It's not that bad, honest.
Summary
Torchwood recruit two new members. How will they fare as alienhunters? Romance, humour and psychotic women out to get Owen's privates. OCs, but all the other characters are there as well. Rated for language, violence and themes. Mostly Owen/OC and some Jack/Gwen.
Nightshift
"Jenny, Owen, you're on the nightshift."
She could still hear the words ring through her head. Jenny leant back in her chair, listening to the empty silence of the hub.
"What?!" Two voices crying out. Jack was smiling.
The two doctors hadn't spoken to each other since two days previously, when they had been found kissing in a freezer on the Haematology Ward of Cardiff General. An odd place to share a kiss - and an odd person to share it with, as Jenny and Owen had been arguing and bickering ever since they first met. It was a rare moment when they weren't at each others' throats.
Yet there they had been.
And Owen, being the tactless bastard he is, had managed to piss Jenny less than a minute after he'd been sharing saliva with her. Not a good idea, as his face and his groin soon found out when they felt the full force of Jenny's annoyance.
But Jack, in his twisted mind, seemed to think they still liked each other - apparently he hadn't noticed that they hadn't spoken in two days, save for the occasional snide comment or cutting remark. And now he wanted to play cupid.
Of course, Jenny and Owen hadn't actually realised this at first. It was only after Jenny had thought back to the smile on Jack's face that she realised the meaning behind it. She wasn't sure if Owen had realised, but she doubted it. Since when did Owen notice anything that wasn't shoved under his nose?
Jack had left shortly after that - Jenny had overheard him offering to buy Gwen a drink on the way out. She came to the conclusion that Jack was in a rather romantic mood (well, as romantic as Jack got) that evening after seeing the two of them leave together, Jack trying to snake his arm around Gwen.
And so here she was, sitting on a chair in the space Tosh so often occupied - in front of the monitors. She lazily glanced at them every now and again, but doubted that much would happen. It rarely did on her nightshifts. The hub seemed empty. Owen was downstairs, doubtless locked in the medical room testing out some alien device that he believed was a surgical instrument (yet would probably eventually turn out to be a weapon used to destroy planets).
Normally Scarlet would still be in her lab for another hour or two, cataloguing all the chemicals Torchwood had collected over the years, but today Jack had forced her to go home.
Jenny herself didn't have much to do. Someone was supposed to keep an eye on the monitors, anyway, and she wanted to distance herself from Owen as much as possible. Even the thought of his name made her shudder slightly. She remembered what he'd said at the hospital the other day.
"Why else would I let that mad bitch stick her tongue in my mouth?"
She pursed her lips. It was the other way round, she thought.
But she didn't want to think about that.
A door opened downstairs. Footsteps clashed against metal grill. Owen appeared at the top of the stairs.
"I told you it was a surgic..." He stopped himself halfway through the sentence, remembering that he wasn't supposed to be talking to her. Jenny looked at him with distaste, raising an eyebrow. Never one to retreat, Owen didn't go back downstairs to the medical room - instead, he put the device he was holding down on a chair, then proceeded to check the monitors. He knew it would annoy Jenny to do something she'd already done.
Wanting to get away from Owen, Jenny stood up and descended the stairs with the intent of checking the alien cells. The sound of her feet on the metal of the stairs rang through the hub, still silent save for the slight hum of machines.
The lack of activity continued even in the alien cells. The few weevils that they had locked up looked almost bored, creeping round their glass prisons and throwing Jenny glances as she walked past. She walked round a few times, but there was only so long you could look at a weevil, so she went back upstairs.
Then again, maybe the weevils were better, she thought when confronted with the sight of Owen. He was sitting in her chair, doing her job of checking the monitors - and he was drinking her coffee.
"Owen, what the hell are you doing?!"
Owen ignored her and went on looking at the monitors.
All the ideas of not speaking to him went out of the window.
"Owen!" He took another sip of her coffee. She reached out, grabbed the mug and pulled it from his grasp before he had time to register what was going on. Somehow, the coffee that spilled over the edges of the mug managed to miss both of them.
"Hey!" It was difficult to ignore someone who'd nearly tipped coffee all over you. Owen stood up, glaring at Jenny.
"That was my coffee, Owen Harper, and you know it," She hissed, slamming the near-empty mug down on a table nearby.
"Slightly over-reacting for coffee, aren't we?"
"It's not just the coffee, Owen!" Jenny's voice was getting louder with every word she said. "It's everything! Everything you do, you do to annoy or upset me, and I have had enough!" By now, she was shouting.
"Oh, and you've just sat back and let it all happen, have you, little miss perfect?" Owen stared right back, his voice raised too, anger showing on his features.
"I've put up with a lot over the past few months," She said. "You disliked me right from the word go, and I'm not quite sure why."
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you put a gun to my head and kicked me in the nuts?"
Jenny ignored him. "Maybe you think I'm trying to take over your job, and you can't handle it because you're too insecure?"
"I am not bloody insecure!"
"Then why do you object so much to another doctor?"
"I object to you, you stupid cow, not your job!"
"Is that because you can't just flash me a smile and expect me to bowl over for you like those sluts you like so much?"
"No, it's because you're an insufferable bitch." His face was reddening in anger. "You're so bloody full of yourself! 'Oh, I can do this, I can do that'," He mocked. "But you can't, you're just pretending. You're not a doctor, you just like to think you are. I bet you only worked with dead bodies because then you couldn't kill them!"
"I'm full of myself?" Jenny looked at him in disbelief. "The Great Owen Harper, saying I'm full of myself?"
"And you seem to think you're attractive, too," He continued, ignoring her. "You don't measure up to 'those sluts'," He held up fingers to show quotation marks. "But we've already proved you'll bowl over if I flash you a smile, haven't we?"
Jenny took a step closer. "Actually, I seem to remember that it was you who kissed me."
"You didn't exactly complain!"
"And we know you find me attractive, Owen, so don't give me any of that shit."
"I did," He said. "Past tense. God, I don't know what I ever saw in you." Jenny looked confused. "And you're a crap kisser, too - no wonder your lovelife is non-existent."
"Oh don't even start on my lovelife, the closest you've ever come to having a relationship since you were a kid is shagging girls who have been pissed out of their head!"
"I could have a relationship if I really wanted, I just can't be arsed with the grief from women like you!"
"Oh so now you're bringing me into your relationships?!" laughed Jenny sarcastically.
"You wish." snapped Owen.
"Oh you're impossible Owen, you know that?!" shouted Jenny before turning on her heel and going back the way she had come from the cells.
"What?!" she snapped at Janet, who had raised her head and snarled at her as she stormed back through the block of cells. She turned and sighed at the weevil as it clawed angrily at the glass. Trapped- exactly how she felt when she was with Owen. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him when he was being the insufferable prick he was at the moment, and having to work on the nightshift with him was proving to be hell already. But she also wanted to know why he was being this way. There must be a reason for it, he wasn't nearly as bad towards any of the others, just her. He said he wasn't worried about her taking over his job, but it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth. And anyway, it couldn't just be that... No, there had to be another reason. Her mind wandered yet again back to the kiss. She shook her head, trying to clear it of the memory. It was wrong. It was wrong that she felt her face grow warm when she thought about him touching her, wrong that she could still taste the kiss when she closed her eyes and thought about it, wrong that she was even thinking about it at all. Is he thinking any of this stuff as well? No of course he's not, he doesn't give a shit about it, to him it was just an easy chance to get off with someone.
She opened her eyes and almost started when she saw the weevil still standing staring at her. Neither one of them moved, they just held eye contact, Jenny's greeny grey ones looking straight into Janet's large muddy brown ones. Jenny had never really understood why they kept the poor creature locked down here, Owen had never let her have anything to do with it. He made it plain from the started that Janet was his 'project', as he liked to call her, and that she wasn't allowed to mess with her.
Just like Owen, Jenny thought, trying to push me out of things. Hit by a sudden impulse, Jenny reached for her swipe card in her pocket and unlocked the cell. She didn't even think about it, all she knew was that she had to get back at Owen some how, and this seemed like the easiest way. Janet had stepped back into the shadows when she had broken the eye contact, and was now lurking at the back of the cell. Jenny took an uneasy step into the cell.
If she could maybe get the weevil to trust her, she's have one up on Owen. He would be furious that something he'd been working on for months decided to bond with another person. During that minute of eye contact, Janet hadn't seemed nearly as vicious as she normally was. Maybe she just needs a chance to get used to you... she thought, or maybe she preferred females to males. Some animals are like that.
She took a few more steps toward Janet. Big mistake. Everything seemed to go in slow motion - Janet launched forward, snarling and snapping, trying to bite Jenny. Jenny ran backwards out the cell, fumbling with her swipe card. Before she could get the swipe card in the slot the weevil was upon her. She raised her arm in an attempt to hold it off and gasped as she felt the teeth pierce her flesh. Knowing that she had to fight it off, she kicked out hard, her foot connecting with Janet's stomach. The weevil only stumbled back a few paces, but it was enough. The glass door of the cell slide across silently as Jenny pulled down the card, and there was a loud thud as Janet collided with the glass as she attempted to attack Jenny again. Jenny stood there shaking for a moment, before turning and running up the stairs to the autopsy room.
Owen swore at the computer screen as he was defeated by the evil giant hedgehog for the fifth time that night. Deciding that he couldn't be bothered to start a new game, he finished the last of his coffee - or rather, Jenny's coffee - and checked the records for rift activity. Unsurprisingly, nothing new had occurred in the last hour. Looking at the clock, he saw it was now nearly half one.
Fuck it, I'm going home, he thought. He shut down the computers and descended the stairs to turn off everything on the lower floors. He froze when he saw the small frame of Jenny perched on the edge of the table, her back to him. Just ignore her, he thought to himself as he neared the autopsy room, don't even look at her. And whatever you do, don't think about the kiss, the feel of her in your arms, the way she nibbled your lip, the smell of her hair...oh, bollocks. By this time he was level with her, and could see her properly. She was fumbling over a very badly wrapped bandage round her right arm.
"Call yourself a doctor, when you can't even wrap a bandage properly?"
Jenny jumped and looked up. Owen was about to continue when he saw the state of her. She was so pale she was almost white, and her left hand, the one fiddling with the bandage, was covered in blood. She was still shaking slightly, and she looked on the verge of tears.
"Shit..." Owen swore under his breath. "What the hell happened?"
"Weevil." said Jenny quietly. She went back to trying to fix the bandage, which already had blood seeping through. "Owen, I'm really not in the mood for your sarcastic remarks and..." She stopped talking when she felt Owen's hand place gently on her shoulder. She looked up and was met with his eyes that, for once, were not filled with hatred or dislike, but showed worry.
"Let me." He said softly, moving her hand away from her arm so her could get to the bandage. He pushed the sleeve of her jacket up higher, then slowly unwound the bandage. He swore again when he saw the depth of the wound. He got to work dressing the bite properly, leaving Jenny to ponder over this new side of him she had never seen before. This was the last thing she expected from Owen at this moment in time, normally he would have just laughed at her or had a go about her messing with the weevil. Since when was Owen ever this gentle? She shivered has his hands brushed up and down her arm. All the thoughts that she had been trying to block out came rushing back to her again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but only succeeded in being hit with a wave of dizziness. She swayed slightly, and felt Owen's hands grab her waist to hold her steady. She opened her eyes and slid of the autopsy table so she was standing in front Owen, trying to balance properly while she got her senses back.
"You ok?" she heard Owen ask. She looked up and nodded, giving him a small smile. "I've finished your arm..." He gave a small nod towards the new, much more well wrapped bandage round her arm. Jenny couldn't think properly. All she aware of was how close Owen was, his arms still at her waist, his scent overwhelming her. She looked up to say something, but instead found herself standing up on tiptoe and placing a light kiss on Owen's lips. When she pulled away, Owen blinked at her in surprise.
"What was that for?" he asked softly.
"Thank you," breathed Jenny, "For helping, and not having a go at me for being so stupid."
She turned as if to walk away, but Owen reached out and stopped her, pulling her to him. His hands cupped her face as their lips crashed together in a fiery kiss. His hands ran through her long hair, then moved down to entwine his fingers with hers. Without realising, the pair moved back together until Jenny felt the back of her legs press against the edge of the autopsy table. She toppled back onto the table, pulling Owen with her. Owen started kissing down her neck, his hands pulling her jacket off her shoulders. He frowned when he felt Jenny's hands at his shoulders, pushing him away.
"Not here," gasped Jenny, struggling for breath, "The CCTV... Jack and the others..."
Owen groaned and closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to concentrate. His lips barely centimetres from hers, and all he wanted to do was close that gap again.
"Come on then," he said, at last pulling back, "I'll walk you home."
Scarlet was woken by the loud slam of the front door to her block of flats. The joys of living on the ground floor, she thought grumpily. Then she realised it was probably Jenny, who lived on the first floor, returning from her night shift with Owen. She slid out of bed and moved to her window, wondering if Jenny had survived the evening without shooting Owen. She almost laughed to herself at the thought. She peered out expecting to see a thoroughly pissed off Jenny, then did a double take when she saw the scene in front of her. Jenny was there, but so was Owen, and the two were wrapped so tightly around each other it was a wonder they were still breathing.
"Bloody hell," Scarlet murmured to herself, "Again?!" She watched at the pair stumbled up the stairs, Owen almost carrying Jenny. Scarlet squinted, trying to see up the dark stairwell. She could just make them out. They separated for the period of about 5 seconds while Jenny dug her keys out from out her pocket, before Owen got bored and snogged her again. Scarlet laughed as Jenny tried to open the door mid snog. Eventually she managed, and the pair fell though the door. Scarlet went back to bed, shaking her head and still laughing. Tomorrow's going to be a lot of fun.
Jenny struggled to find the light switch in the complete darkness of her hallway. This was not made any easier by the fact that she was, once again, pressed between a wall and Owen. Not that she minded snogging against walls with Owen, but it really would be better if she had some idea of where she was. She broke the kiss, and smiled as Owen grumbled about the loss of contact.
"I wish you would stop pulling away like that, it totally ruins the moment..."
"I thought you said I was a crap kisser?" Jenny laughed, at last finding the light switch.
"Yeah, well, I lied." said Owen, blinking in the sudden light. He smiled when he saw Jenny's appearance- her hair was tousled, her lips kiss-swollen, and her shirt was unbuttoned several more holes than it was probably meant to be, displaying the flushed skin beneath. "So, now can I take your clothes off?" he said, before grabbing her again. Slowly, they made their way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes scattered behind them.
Sacre bleu! Oh, you know they're just going to take all their clothes off and join a nudist colony. 'Cause that's what you do when you go towards the bedroom naked. Yup.
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