Owen sat in his new age, totally 21st century looking flat. The flat was there to impress, to win Owen more points with whoever he would plan to spend the night with. But tonight Owen was alone, sitting on his black leather sofa, feet up on the coffee table just lounging, he had nowhere to go and he couldn't be bothered to go out on the pull tonight. His jacket lay strewn on the floor, thrown there in a fit of rage, his shirt was unbuttoned completely an effort to relax fully, revealing his pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

He sat in the dark because he found that it was nicer to let the moonlight and countless other lights occupying the streets outside to seep through the many windows that stretched the full length of his wall, than using an electric lamp and shutting the night out. Owen sat and drank; he drank to chill and he drank to forget a day at work that had felt like two years.

He closed his eyes and let out a long shakey breath, it had been almost 24 hours since he and the rest of team stood on top of that city multi storey and watched that insufferable man leave. But it was alright because that memory was slowly fading in a drunken haze and Owen was glad, he didn't want to remember.

Owen's mind drifted and he thought of people, people he cared about. Katie was the first to come to mind, how Owen longed to have at least one more day with the Katie who was bright, witty and funny, not the Katie he knew just before...Then there was Gwen, he would deny it to the end but Owen did still care for her and he always did. Diane was hard to think about; she had taken Owen's heart and broken it in the space of less than two weeks.

Owen didn't normally believe in such foolish concepts but he still believed that she had taken a piece of his heart when she had flown off in to that cloudy sky never to return again. Ianto even held a small spot in Owen's mind if only because Owen had learned how amazing that Welshman was and he couldn't understand how others couldn't see it.

Owen tried to push the other memories away, memories that kept inching to the surface of Owen's mind, the memories of an absolute bastard who didn't even deserve to be thought of. But Owen couldn't help but to do just that, yet he still pushed the thoughts and memories away, he knew it was a losing battle but he still tried. His life was fucked up to say the least, and this was not helping matters, he had an insane attraction to an ex of his boss's, a man he knew nothing about , a man who's whereabouts were a complete and utter mystery, a man who had shot Owen and lightly poisoned him.

That might have been unintentional

A man who Owen despised and had only known for 24hours, tops. Owen didn't care, in a flash he decided he was being silly and that an attraction was something that could easily be overlooked Owen knew this as he had quite a few attractions to most fit birds he laid his eyes on.

So that was it, Owen just had to forget, he did it with Katie, Gwen and Diane and was getting there with Ianto and although all those situations were unique and each relationship was on completely different levels they still needed forgetting. Owen didn't even have a relationship with the Captain, they had kissed twice and those instances were twisted to say the least. But he still had to forget it was the only way to move on.

Owen felt his lips as he remembered those kisses, short but completely different, poisonous and not just in the literal sense. He remembered the other man's smell and his touch which even now sent shivers down his unprotected skin. Thoughts of that face so close to his and the cocky voice full of flirtatious innuendos. The smile and eyes invaded Owen's mind drawing him from his boozy fog, burning through his body. Owen was suddenly aware of his arousal and with that his eyes were snapped open and he got up. He went to his small yet sleek, cool bathroom and ran the cold tap. This was not happening; he was not getting turned on by a man who repulsed him

Yes there's an attraction but his personality and everything else repulses me!

Owen splashed his face with cold water to calm himself down, when he looked up he caught himself in the mirror on the wall and stared, he was the same on the exterior but he was going crazy inside and it was doing Owen's head in.

He was broken from his inner wreckage by a loud knock at the door. Owen left the bathroom and headed for the door, if it was Tosh 'checking' up on him for no apparent reason again he was going to bloody throttle her. The team all suspected something had happened as Owen had been acting out of character the rest of the day, which as far as he was concerned he hadn't been doing. He needed to be careful though, even though what happened was nothing that was in any way not doing his job, he didn't want the team noseying around.

When Owen finally got to the door, he felt angry at everyone he didn't know exactly why but he did. And the one person he wanted to take it out on was by chance on the other side of the door. When Owen opened the door he nearly stumbled back a few feet, Captain John Hart stood there in all his glory.

John!

"John," Owen breathed

But Owen didn't have time to say anything else, in one swift movement John was in the apartment closing the door behind him and kissing Owen furiously.