Alex POV:

Alex woke when she felt Owen gently extract himself from her arms and legs, immediately missing the feeling of safety and his body...ah, heat. Heat, yes, she meant to think body heat. He radiated heat like a furnace and it helped lull her to sleep. She blamed her mental slip on her sluggish mind. Considering how much she'd been sleeping, that shouldn't be a problem, but all of her energy was going into healing the damage the drugs and withdrawal were causing.

"I'll be right back," Owen whispered, thinking she was still asleep, his fingers running lightly along her cheek. Alex waited until she heard the door close before attempting to sit up. She got about halfway there, propped on her elbows, then her body decided it had enough; back down to the bed she went.

Ugh, she felt like someone had tortured her, repeatedly, over a two week period.

Alex sighed and took stock of the last day and a half, at least she thought it was a day and a half, it could be more. Two thoughts were clamouring for attention. The first being what she was happy about being off the pills, but that she couldn't let herself become complacent. She couldn't fool herself into to thinking that she would never relapse again or that the thought would never cross her mind, but she could start working on her stressors. Her weaknesses. The things that were most likely to cause her to return to her addictive nature.

"You feel weak. You feel angry because you feel weak. You have a right to feel that way. You're an addict."

Amanda. The oxycodone. They found it in her room while she a 'recruit'. Alex had never actually taken any, but they acted as a - potentially destructive - security blanket. She thought that if she was strong enough to resist the temptation of oxycodone, then she was strong enough to make it out of Division alive. In the end, she didn't need them, there was to much going on in her life to succumb, but now, now she needed to find something to focus on. Something to keep her mind from straying back into dangerous territory. Something entirely her own; nothing to do with Division, revenge or missions. All she had to do was figure out what that something was going to be. She could think about that later, though, when she was back in her own apartment and at full health. She had expected to do that alone, from beginning to end.

But Owen was suddenly involved. He was the other thought that wanted her attention.

She couldn't even remember how she had gotten to Division in the first place, because her last memory was flushing the pills. Her theory was that she wanted to exercise the drugs out of her system and that's how she ended up here, but who knew? It was all a blur to her.

Owen had found her, though. Taken care of her. Watched over her while she slept. Comforted her.

Everything Owen had done for Alex, were things she barely let Nikita do, never mind a man she hardly knew. She was so used to taking care of herself, that there was always a fight before someone got through to her. Even then, she always struggled with allowing them to help her. All the people she forged connections with were evidence of that. They all fought to get past her defences; which was a large part of the reason she let them in. They showed her they cared enough to fight for her, even when she acted like a bitch. She could blame her feeling weak from the withdrawal symptoms, but she knew from experience that she was usually more difficult to deal with, not less.

Letting him take care of her, then, was completely out of character. She was well aware of her own stubbornness so she had no idea why she wasn't just telling him to back off and let her take care of herself, but her gut was telling her he was a good guy; that he would never hurt her. It was an odd experience for Alex to initially trust a man without getting to know him first. Her first line of defence was to always be suspicious of a man's motives. They never did something for nothing, there was always a price. Her days in the sex trade had thought her that much. But Owen had nothing to gain from her and in his own way he was just as broken on the inside as she was.

'My pain is drawn to his pain,' Alex wasn't sure where the thought had come from, but it made sense.

Alex was glad Owen was the one to find her.

She had no clue what she was going to do about him. Push him away or go with her instincts?

Alex was aware of being carried, but she was to tried to open her eyes to see where she was going. She was also aware that Owen was the one carrying her. Hmmm, body heat. She snuggled closer, her arms tightening around his neck.

"Alex?" Owen questioned, feeling her shift against his body.

"Hmmm," was all she managed to say, she was getting sleepy again.

"It's alright, I'm taking you home," Owen reassured her, his voice reverberating in his cheat and right into her, making her shiver. Her physical reactions to Owen were starting to freak her out a little. First, she falls asleep on him in a matter of seconds and now he was making her shiver; what the hell?

Why wasn't she telling Owen to get the hell away from her?

"We'll be in the car in a minute and I'll switch on the heating." Owen had mistaken her shiver to mean she was cold and Alex really didn't want to explain that it was actually his voice that made her react like that, not the temperature. "Just go back to sleep, I'll have you home in no time."

Sleep sounded like a good idea to Alex, but it wasn't until Owen placed her in the seat of a car, his hair brushing against the side of her face as he reached across her to put her seatbelt on, that she finally drifted off again.