Tosh was talking about anything and everything; it got quite soothing after awhile. Owen never realised these certain things before, like how interesting Tosh can be when she puts her mind to it. So there Owen was listening, chatting, and laughing with Toshiko while looking for the canister.
Owen's thoughts then dwelled on the concept of continuing to get to known Tosh under different settings, but that was insane because he didn't have feelings for her...or maybe in some insane way he did...or was it that he had been alone so long that he just wanted a constancy in his life because he knew for sure that, that was the one thing he lacked.
Owen shook himself for the third time that night; he had been up far too long that was the only explanation for these crazy thoughts about Tosh and ergh! John. Tosh had turned off the comms unit for a second to check something she had said. Owen was busying himself, what was he doing here? He should have pleaded for the night off, that thought brought a sad smile to The Doctor's face.
He went to turn on the comms unit for a progress report but when he tapped the side of it, it remained switched off.
The comms unit is down?
The simple idea of the comms unit network being down was ludicrous, it was put together and tweaked by Tosh therefore it would only be of the highest quality technology that Torchwood could afford. Owen should have given up looking for the canister and searched for Toshiko instead but his brain was so overly tired that he didn't think twice about it and continued the impossible task.
It was a good ten or twenty minutes later when Owen swore he could hear footsteps, but they didn't last long and the section of warehouse that Owen was searching in went back to being quiet.
I'm going mad; this Job has finally broken me
Owen stopped a moment and on a whim placed his gun and flashlight down so he could rub his face, a weak method to try and wake him up, fatal mistake.
When he went to retrieve them, they were gone.
Okay I knew they were there just a second ago!
Now Owen was alone, in the pitch black, with no means of communication. He first tried to retrace his steps but to no avail. So he tried to get to a wall. In the midst of his search he kicked something which as it rolled sounded hollow. He slowly got to his knees and clumsily searched around him until finally he clamped his hands on a cylindrical object
The canister!
Owen got to his feet and opened the canister,
Feels like a piece of a puzzle
Perplexed Owen put the piece of metal in the canister and stuffed it in to his coats inside pocket. He continued his search for a wall and eventuallyit seemed that he had stumbled in to a small area surrounded by boxes that were too tall to climb over but hadn't quite found a wall yet.
"No escape," Owen laughed
Suddenly a bright light hit Owen and he was momentarily blinded
"Tosh?" Owen questioned flinching
"Guess again pretty boy," John's cocky English accent filled Owen's ears only disorienting him further
"Well bloody lower the light then!" Owen exclaimed covering his eyes
"Aw but its amusing watching you squirm," John replied laughing
"Oh ha-ha, get the light outta my eyes!" Owen ordered
Owen could hear John's smirk through the darkness. Suddenly the light was turned off
"I didn't say turn it off, John? ... John!"
Owen was now fully aware that he was now in the pitch black with no means of communication, but this time he wasn't alone, this time a sex crazed maniac was in the close vicinity, and Owen's thoughts were running over time. He didn't know if he was scared or slightly turned on
Oh Jesus Christ! JOHN!
"John this isn't funny, what have you done to the comms? And what do you want with the canisters?" Owen asked furious
Laughter filled the air but Owen wasn't sure where it came from, he turned round sharply and tried to make out shapes in the darkness.
Owen's tiredness was completely drained and he was now wide awake, this night was just getting weirder and weirder and it was all thanks to the mind fuck known as John Hart.
Bloody hell what's his problem?
He tried to keep calm and think logically; maybe he could just inch away and get out of the warehouse with the canister and find the others and tell them that John was up to no good. Owen noted that John was most likely armed so he had to be extra careful, he just needed to-
Owen's train of thought was interrupted by a rough shove which resulted in him hitting the wall
Well there's the wall
The light was back in his face, blinding him once again
"Fucking hell John," Owen shouted reaching out to swat the flashlight away
But then he felt the gun pressed to his chest and he put his arms back down. The light softened and he scowled at his assailant.
John was just looking at him intently, it was slightly disturbing but also it made Owen's heartbeat rise. John's eyes were amplified by the flashlight's rays he almost looked decent.
"Ah sailor, you look dashing this evening," John said finally
"Yeah yeah stop toying with me and get to the chase, what do you want?" Owen said keeping his voice steady and low but he feared his expression betrayed him.
John smiled slightly and brought the gun up to Owen's face.
"Trying to brave are we?" John said stroking the gun down Owen's face "Your voice says your all business but your eyes tell a different story,"
Owen's breathing hitched and John noticed
"Slow down there sailor, I've hardly touched you...yet" John whispered smiling and bringing his face inches away from Owen's
"What do you want?" Owen asked shakily and slowly
"Now if I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it," John replied moving the gun down the other side of Owen's face.
I don't want this fic to end aha, I love these characters : D
Uh oh Owen's in trouble and what has become of Tosh?
Thanks for the reviews so far guys much appreciate
