Title: Tears of the Weevil
Summary: As Gwen spends more time with him, Owen becomes increasingly concerned for her safety.
Rating: PG
"Where's Tosh?" It hadn't been the first thing she'd been expecting after walking in to Owen's room the next morning. He obviously realised that and added. "She did some tests to see why I passed out, kinda anxious for them." Gwen accepted the explanation and said no more about it. She'd brought his clothes in for him and he was due to be discharged within the hour.
The drive to his flat was quiet and tense. Owen refused to drive his car home, allowing Gwen to drive instead, something of a rarity for him. He was paranoid that the Weevil would order him to take Gwen to it. Or was he just being delusional? Had the crash simply effected his memory of what had happened?
"Owen?" He'd been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realised the car had stopped. He flashed her a reassuring smile and followed her up to his apartment. There were no signs that she'd stayed the night, except for the place had been cleaned and his bed linen changed.
"Do you want some lunch?" She called from his kitchen where she was already making coffee. He stood watching her, a small smirk on his face. "What?"
"You're supposed to be in my bed not my kitchen." She rolled her eyes at him and shoved him over to his sofa before returning to the kitchen. It took him all day, after a movie marathon and a disastrous attempt by Gwen to cook lasagne, to finally get her in to his bed. She'd protested at first as he'd dragged her to his room, kissing her neck in a teasingly light fashion. She'd made excuses about Rhys, he'd quickly pointed out if she wanted to be with Rhys she wouldn't have spent the night in his apartment. Finally, as he knew she would, she relented.
And so at almost two in the morning he lay with her cuddled in to him, fast asleep. As tired as he was he fought his sleep. He didn't trust himself being unconscious around Gwen. Not if the weevil really could control him.
Gwen screamed, causing his eyes to spring open. When had he closed them? He looked around his room and found it empty, Gwen wasn't there. Leaving his bed he opened his bedroom door and found himself in the Hub. He wasn't supposed to be there. "Better hurry up Owen." Tosh sat beside Ianto, neither of them reacting to Gwen's frantic screaming. How couldn't they hear it? He carried on, running through the Hub, until he burst through in to the cells. Gwen was inside the weevil's cage, her cold eyes wide open , her skin paler than usual. She was dead.
"Too late." There was no Weevil inside the cage, only a grinning Jack. Owen released a low feral growl before lunging at him in a fit of rage.
"Owen!" His eyes snapped open for a second time. He found Gwen leaning over him, eyes wide with concern, but full of life. He took hold of her in his arms and clung to her tightly. He couldn't shake the images of her pale lifeless body out of his mind. "Shhhh. You were just having a bad dream." She soothed, running her fingers through his hair. He was determined not to fall asleep again, and he pretty much guaranteed he wouldn't after seeing Gwen's lifeless form. Once again he was wrong.
This time his dream was far less intense. He dreamt he was driving along the quiet streets of Cardiff, the clock on the dashboard told him it was four in the morning, which explained while there was no one around. He found himself stopping at the hospital and entering through the A&E department. There were a few patients and hospital staff knocking around but none of them paid him any attention. He climbed a set of stairs, forced his way through a close off area and walked silently down a long corridor. At the end he paused. He recognised the place he was in but couldn't remember ever being there.
He walked in to a small room, one that would probably be a private room like the one he'd been in earlier that day, once it was finished being decorated. He stared at a section of the wall that stood out to him. It was just like the other three walls, a plain white, but for some reason he knew this one was different.
Without warning his fist smashed in to the wall, it turned out to be plasterboard which splintered from the force of his punch. Tearing away at the remains of the wall he found a small metal object. It was completely smooth, shaped liked a pebble and a deep metallic green in colour, it could have been a piece of modern art that deserved to be in some gallery, but it wasn't art. It wasn't human. It radiated power. It had obviously been hidden in the wall before it had been finished, remaining hidden from the builders. He ran his hand over it, shivering as he felt the objects power coarse through his veins. As he pocketed the item he swore he'd never eat cheese before bed again.
The light shone in at him, causing him to stir. He stretched his stiff muscles only to have his foot connect with something heavy. Opening his eyes he found himself staring at one of the rear doors of his car. He lay spread on the back seat with no memory of how he'd ended up there. Had he left his flat to keep Gwen safe? Sitting up he expected to see the familiar site of his apartment block. His confusion increased as he found himself in the hospital car park. He took out his mobile to check the time and found it was almost midday and he'd had four missed calls from Gwen. He sighed. "It's gonna be one of those days."