Goodnight and Thank You

Hey! This one is unsurprisingly from Owen's point of view. Yes, I know I have yet to write a Ianto one and have now done two Jack and Owen ones, but I waiting from the right episode for Ianto!

Anyway, this one is so much fluffier than anything else I have written. It's basically a pure Owen/Tosh one! So hope you like it!

I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood etc. If I did, it would probably be the Jack and Ianto show so just as well!

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The light from the alien 'pulse' was still shining bright but all around him was darkness. Yes for the first time in a long time, longer than he could remember and defiantly before Torchwood, Owen couldn't help wondering if the world wouldn't look any brighter if the heavens opened and the stars fell down to earth.

He'd been standing on the roof top for god knows how long. It didn't matter. Time didn't matter. The women, Maggie had left hours ago, perhaps to drink herself to death, perhaps to find another roof, one which wasn't inhabited by dead men with alien equipment. But Owen liked to think she'd gone home, maybe called a friend. He hoped she had realised she wasn't alone. But now he was alone. Only it didn't feel like alone. H felt free, he felt wanted, and he felt needed. It was a long time since he had felt that way before. It was talking to Maggie, Owen concluded. He may have helped her but she'd helped him. More than she'd ever know.

She'd helped him to see what he would never have been able to see himself. She'd helped him to see outside Torchwood and outside aliens and just appreciate human beings for what they are. Humans. Like Tosh. Somewhere, in his subconscious, or maybe it was the Id…Owen knew all she wanted was to be closer to him. Yet, as always, he'd blown up at her and hurt her. Maybe that was what Torchwood did to you. Or maybe it was just him being typical Owen. Unsurprisingly, Owen liked to blame Torchwood.

But now, now he knew. Maggie had helped him. She'd made it clear to him what his own mind didn't wan to comprehend. Maybe it was time to go for it. Time to realise that not everyone was a selfish bugger like him. That there where people who genuinely cared for him, despite the prick he knew he could be. Jack cared, in his own, slightly odd, fatherly way. Gwen…Gwen cared for everyone, even killer aliens. Ianto, well Owen wasn't really sure about Ianto, but he was pretty sure even Ianto wouldn't leave him for dead. But it was Tosh who really cared. Cared enough to want to make herself a part of Owens's life even though he done nothing to deserve it. Quite the opposite really.

But he supposed that was what he loved about her.

Hang on, Owen shook his head. That thought had not just gone through his head. There was no way in hell he loved Tosh. Maybe slightly liked, found attractive yes. But love? No, Owen Harper did not do love. Not anymore. Love was for… well Owen didn't quite know, but he knew it was not in any way, shape or form for him, the self confessed player of Cardiff and surrounding towns.

But the thought still troubled Owen as he looked up at the sky, the stars shining bright. If he hadn't believed it, then why had he thought it? And it wasn't as if the idea hadn't sounded…well…warm to him. It wasn't that much of a bad idea if he forced him mind to dwell on it. In fact, it was rather nice sounding. But no, Owen Harper did not do love. Even if it was with a rather attractive, ok, beautiful smart and intelligent Japanese computer nerd.

But all the same.

As he continued to sit on the roof, Owen wondered what Tosh would have thought if she'd known what was going through his head. Perhaps she'd laugh. Or Owen added to himself, take it as a sign to start planning the wedding already. Now that, he concluded was a scary thought. It was bad enough with Gwen's wedding, but one of his own? One where he would be expected to choose flowers, buy a suit, be nice to people? It was too awful to even think about. So that raised the question, why was he thinking about it? Surly some nasty locked away part of his brain couldn't want to get married? No, that could not, would not be true. Now Owen was scaring himself. There was no way he wanted to get married. Because marriage implied only sleeping with one person for the rest of your life. And love. Yeah the L word. Love love love.

Why the fuck was it plaguing his brains now? He'd gone god knows how may years not believing in love and now it was destined to stalk him.

Which led to the question, why was he still on the rooftop? After all, if love really was going to stalk him, he might as well give it something to stalk. Walking away, Owen already knew where he was going.

Tosh's flat.

Hope that was ok!

Love you all

Jyra

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