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A/N; I have finished… well almost… A day in Death, but I'm not going to upload it tonight. Maybe tomorrow or the day after, I want to finish 'something borrowed' first. Anyway nothing really important to say so… ENJOY!!
Dead Man Walking
Holy mother of fuck, daft crazy day! Oh for fucks sake, that doesn't even begin to describe the last couple of days I've had, or what's still happening. These last few days, I've been in an emotional tail spin, I don't think I went through this many emotions after Jack left. But I shouldn't even have the ability to feel these emotions, I'm a bloke, so that extra appendage is supposed to make me only feel happy, sad, angry and well… orgasmic. But no, that would be simple and helpful, apparently I'm an exception to that particular rule, well I'm an exception to most… fuck, I think I'm turning into Jack. In the last few days I've been numb, angry, happy, brave, delirious, scared, confused, the list goes on… everything except orgasmic… but I'm working on that.
When Owen died, it was like my entire body went into cruise control, I didn't even try and fight it, I just let my feet, hands and mouth do all of the work. Toshiko and Gwen were crying on each other's shoulders, looking like the end of one of those daytime TV movies. Martha went straight into medic mode, when it became clear that Owen was gone with no hope of returning, she began the appropriate 'procedures'. And Jack, he wasn't even Jack anymore, a cheap imitation… a ghost. I don't remember exactly how I managed to do it, but I was the one that spoke to the 'authorities', then I gathered up everyone and drove them all to the Hub. The entire time I was in a complete state of numbness, I was utterly detached.
I can't honestly say that Owen and I were best friends, because if I did that would be a lie, I mean he called me a tea-boy and a part-time shag then I shot him, that's hardly what I would call 'life long best friends'. But when Jack flew away in the doctor's mysterious wooden box, Owen and I became really close. I couldn't really process the fact that my lover left to travel the universe and Owen was blaming himself because he had killed Jack point blank mere days before he left. So together, we drank… a lot, drinking away the pain and the guilt and the loneliness. He pulled a few times when we were out, but for the most part he wasn't interested, he just wanted to drown his sorrows and I was a willing companion.
I just can't believe Jack had the balls to bring in that fucking glove, honestly does no one learn life lessons anymore? After everything with Suzie he actually went out of his way to look for its missing companion. Jack told me later, (yes we spoke, it was nothing about our 'relationship', but it was a proper conversation that didn't end with me bent over his desk) once we were finally alone in the Hub, that he just needed closure. He said that he couldn't give up on Owen. And that how Owen would want a dramatic exit, one that he could say; 'yeah, well, I saved the day' about. And I'm forced to agree with Jack on this one, Owen would NOT have been satisfied.
What's happened to me to make immortals and walking dead men a norm? Not to mention a pet dinosaur and a resident Weevil. Just another day at Torchwood Cardiff I guess.
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