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Epilogue
"Lacey! Hurry your arse up!" Owen grumbled as the mattress he had leaning against his back began to lurch forward, threatening to crush him. The grinning blonde bounced to the bottom of the stairs and pushed past him, brazenly taking the mattress and pulling it up the stairs like it as a pillow. Owen shook his head as Toshiko handed him a mug of coffee.
"What the hell do you feed her?" He scoffed as a few moments later she ran down the stairs again to collect more things from the rental van outside.
Toshiko smiled as she watched the blonde wrestle with a duvet. "She certainly is energetic."
"Energetic? She never bloody stops!" The young woman had appeared in their lives only a few days earlier, returning from the future with Gwen.
As Gwen seemed to be cutting herself off from all but the blonde it had been strange when she had asked Toshiko to let Lacey have her spare room until they found something more permanent. Lacey had been happy enough though, especially when Jack had given her a Torchwood credit card to buy furniture and clothes with. They stairs, one pillow jammed between her teeth and another pinned under her arm pit.
"Careful." Toshiko lifted up the trailing duvet and tucked it back securely in Lacey's hands.
Owen frowned as he watched the blonde's gaze avert Toshiko's smiling face and mumble a quick 'thanks' before darting up the stairs. "There's somick not right about her." He whispered, catching Toshiko's attention.
"She's been pulled from her own time Owen, she obviously needs time to settle in." He made a noncommittal grunt to keep her from lecturing him but made a note to find out what he could about the girl. He had to make sure Toshiko was safe living with her. And of course his motives had nothing to do with the way Gwen looked at the younger girl, or the way she fiercely protected her.
"I'm sorry." Gwen clutched the gun in her hands as tightly as she could, afraid that at any moment it might be taken from her. Lacey ignored Gwen, her eyes on the gun. "I'm so, so, sorry."
End.
A/N: Coincidentally I've finished exactly a year after I started writing this. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, or even just got this far. I'm writing a sequel which will probably be called Sins of the Weevil. It'll focus on how Gwen adjusts back in her own time and the consequences of her actions in the future.
Trufreak.