Title: Tears of the Weevil
Summary: When there is no hope for a cure, what options are they left with?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, the characters or anything related to the show.
A/N: Apologies for the lack of updates, between my 18th birthday and my A level exams starting I haven't had time to write.
"I want you to infect me so we can find the cure." Owen blinked away the sleep from his eyes. It was almost three in the morning and Gwen had woken him up by sitting on the floor beside the sofa and tapping him.
"I can't." He apologised. "We'd have to recreate the situation, even then it might not work. You won't be a higher level, you'd just be gone…"
"It's a risk I have to take." She sat running her fingers through his hair. He scooted over to let her lie down beside him, cuddled up under his blankets.
"We didn't tell the others how it happened. I bit you when we were…well I got a bit carried away." Hesitantly Gwen silenced him with a kiss.
"You need to infect me again." She kissed him again, this time without hesitation. Both she and Owen could feel the effect she was having on his body.
Lacey's words came flooding back to him. Gwen was stuck in his time. She may not have been the Gwen who left Rhys, nor the woman who accepted the keys to his flat, but she was still Gwen Cooper; and she was alive. He had a second chance to be happy with her.
Shifting his position he sat straddling her, his hands roaming over her body, reacquainting himself with every curve. "Is this what you want?" He needed to be sure before he did anything.
"I want you…and I want to help you." Nodding he pulled her to her feet and led her back in to his bedroom.
Owen knew when he had to infect her and Gwen had a pretty good idea of when it would have been that he'd lost control. Later in the night she tensed as she felt him climaxing and his mouth opened, baring his naturally fang-like teeth. She shuddered as his jaw went crashing down towards her neck, his eyes aflame with and odd mixture of passion and fear. Her eyes snapped closed, anticipating the pain.
Nothing.
She still felt his weight on top of her, his heart beating rapidly so close to hers, but she felt no pain. No trickle of blood from her mouth or feeling of losing her humanity. "There's another way." He let out the breath he'd been holding for so long.
To say Gwen was curious was an understatement. Owen's sudden revelation that he could get her blood without infecting her had left her imagination running wild. Did they still have her body back at Torchwood? Could she learn how she had died? Owen knew her all too well though and spent an hour trailing around Cardiff to get her off his tail before he headed where he needed to go.
Sarah Williams opened the door to find Owen on her doorstep. "What's wrong?" Owen never visited just to be sociable; there was always a reason for him turning up on her doorstep.
"It's a long story. Can I come in?" Rhys appeared beside his wife, holding his young son, a concerned expression dominating his face.
Sitting in a rented car across the street Gwen had no idea what Rhys and his family had to do with her blood. Unless. Was the young boy really his wife's child? Or Gwen's?