A/N: Thanks for the reviews and story alerts! Today- 'Out of Time'.
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'We've all been affected by what happened, but Owen has taken it extremely badly, and refuses to talk about it.'- Captain Jack Harkness, The Torchwood Archives.
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'Owen?'
'What, Jack?'
'It's almost midnight. There's no sign of any upcoming Rift activity and there've been fewer and fewer weevil sightings recently…What're you still doing here?'
'Working. What does it look like?'
'Well, work. But does it need doing now? You're usually outta here as soon as you can.'
'Look, Jack, do you want me to do this stack of paperwork that you've been hassling me to do for weeks… or not?'
'I do want you to do it.'
'Well then.'
'But you never normally do the paperwork when I ask you to.'
'Then why the fuck are you complaining?'
'I'm not, I'm… Look, Owen, you're clearly not feeling yourself and it's freaking me out. That thing with Diane-,'
'Piss off Jack! I don't want to talk about it.'
'You'd rather do the paperwork?'
'Yes.'
'When you'd usually be out drinking and doing whatever else it is you do when you're not here.'
'Shagging some random, meaningless bird.'
'Sure, that.'
'No, Jack, right now I'd far rather be dotting my i's and crossing my t's.'
'And you're not being sarcastic…'
'No.'
'I want you to go home, Owen. I don't care what you do when you get there, as long as you get some rest. In fact, take tomorrow off, then I want you back, better. You're no good to me like this.'
'No, Jack.'
'I'm sorry, who's in charge round here?'
'Leave me alone!'
'Go home.'
'Fuck off Harkness!'
'Owen…'
'Fine! Fine, you know what? I'll go. And maybe I won't be back when you want. We'll just see how you like it when I don't do any bloody work!'
'…'
'…'
'Owen!'
'…'
'I will see you the day after next, that's an order!'