Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters, I just love them to death.
Summary: Set at some point after Combat and before CJH. Gwen/Owen, rating for some language. No spoilers as such, knowledge of S1 needed.
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The next day Owen wandered into the Hub and quickly hurried to his desk, quickly glancing at Gwen's still empty desk and sitting down at his own.
'Morning Owen,' He heard Jack's voice come from his office, and Owen swivelled around in his chair as Jack emerged.
'Here.' Jack said, dumping a couple of papers into his lap. 'Double-check these reports with the ones on the computer in the lab,' He said, and Owen nodded, turning back round in his chair, and Jack paused for a second next to his desk, folding his arms across his chest.
'You seen Gwen this morning?' He asked, and Owen glanced at Jack.
'No. She was here late last night though. Why?' He said, and Jack nodded.
'Just wondering. She's late,' He said, and Owen glanced up at Jack again, not stopping working.
'She did say that she and Rhys had had a… a fight. I dunno. Things might be difficult for her right now.' He said off-handedly, and Jack stared at him.
'She said that?' Jack said, and Owen ignored him.
'Hmmm. Whatever,' He grunted and Jack raised an eyebrow at him, before walking off back to his office and Owen continued to work.
A minute or so later though the large metal door rolled open and Gwen ran through, storming over to her desk and slumping down onto her chair. Her long hair was unruly as it flew over her face and as she hit the chair, she quickly put a hand to her face to wipe it, sniffing angrily.
Owen stared at her, before getting up and slowly walking over to where she was sitting.
'You OK?' He asked, and Gwen glared up at him, still angrily scrubbing her face with her hands.
'No I bloody well am not. Now will you kindly piss off?' Gwen said sharply, her eyes red with tears, but Owen didn't move.
'Something happened with you and Rhys, didn't it?' Owen sighed, and Gwen glared up at him for a moment before her bottom lip wobbled and the tears started falling again.
'We had another fight yesterday when I got home last night,' Gwen said shakily, tears running down her face, abandoning all attempts to clean her face. 'We talked again this morning, and, now, we're over.' She sniffed, before glancing embarrassedly up at Owen and laughing slightly. 'God, I don't know why I'm even telling you this.'
'Because I care about you?' He suggested, and Gwen quickly frowned up at him.
'What?' She asked, staring intently at him, but Owen held her gaze.
'Of course I do, Gwen! You weren't just my occasional shag, you're my friend, my workmate… why are you looking at me like that?' He asked and Gwen continued to stare at him, before slowly getting up. She stood in front of Owen for a moment before taking his face in her hands and kissing him tenderly, pressing her lips against his. Owen wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back.
Gwen broke away and pressed her forehead against his. 'Why the hell didn't you kiss me yesterday?' She muttered to him, and Owen smiled gently back.
'Well, if it helps, I really, really wanted to,' He replied softly and Gwen laughed slightly, but after a second her smiled faltered, and she looked away.
'What's wrong?' He murmured to her, and Gwen glanced up at him.
'Even though Rhys and I are over, even though there's nothing stopping us any more, I still feel guilty. Like this isn't meant to happen.' She said uncomfortably, and Owen stared back at her in surprise.
'Well, of course this isn't meant to happen! We've tried this before, and you saw how… complicated that turned out to be. But that's not gonna stop me, and I'm hoping it's not gonna stop you,' He said firmly, and Gwen stared at him undecidedly for a second before smiling up at him.
'No.' She said softly. 'It's not,' She leaned up to kiss him again, removing her hands from his face and latching them around his neck. And at that moment, she knew everything was going to be OK again.
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