And he was being honest, he did come back.

The proceeding weeks and months were a blur of long nights and tiring days spent trying to be normal, which was harder than it first appeared to be. But Owen was managing; no one had suspected anything, yet. Luckily for him nothing too time consuming had come up at work, meaning her got out and home at a reasonable time. John wasn't there most of the time, but Owen was damned if he would go out one night and miss The Captain being around.

Owen was changing rapidly and there was no way to stop himself doing so. He no longer talked about girls at work, He was cutting down on drinking and he was even being nicer to his colleagues (even Gwen). He didn't stop to analysis this though, if he thought about it to much he would realise he was turning in to a completely different person and that scared him.

When stuff started happening at work again, Owen finally had someone to go home and talk to about it. John may have started off as just wanting one thing when he appeared at Owen's door, but he was slowly softening and actually listened to his stories. When the team had found out where most of Cardiff's meat supply was coming from, John had turned up at his door step with a meat feast pizza. After gagging, Owen explained the whole thing and that's how it had started. Now John actually wanted to know what was going on, he could even help Owen understand why Jack did certain things sometimes.

It wasn't a relationship as such, not in the conventional way anyway, but it was something and it helped the days go by.

Everything was fine, Owen was beginning to enjoy all aspects of his life, until he died.

On the morning of the end of everything Owen lay with John's head on his chest, he had heard his alarm go off several times but he didn't feel any urge to get up.

"Owen?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know much about the 21st century, but I think that beeping means you need to get up," John said not moving

"You really don't know much do you? That beeping means you need to sleep more and forget about responsibilities,"

John laughed in to Owen before rolling away from him "Go on get out of here, you don't want Jack getting pissed,"

"But it's only work, it's not that important," Owen argued crawling back over to John.

John looked at him and smirked "What happened to keeping things normal?"

"Where's the fun in normal?"

That morning felt like years away as Owen lay on the cold tarmac facing death. It had been insufferable pain but it had numbed whilst his eyesight thinned. He was aware of Martha leaning over him repeating his name but that was all he could hear. The others, he knew were around, at least he hoped they were. The darkness took over and he let himself go and only hoped that he could finally have some peace.

But, much to his dismay, that wasn't the end fucking Jack Harkness. Being brought back to life was almost as bad as dying in the first place. Everything had changed, everything that he had once loved doing was now impossible. But the thought that had gotten him through the immediate shock, was that John would come back. He didn't know how long he had been dead but he figured it wouldn't be long until he was knocking at his door again. Everyone around him was walking on egg shells, afraid of tipping him over the edge and he was sick of it! He just wanted normality back in his life; he wanted everything to go back to how it was. How ironic. He knew John wouldn't be afraid of pushing him to his limits.