It had been two weeks since the 'cupboard incident' and Owen Harper was still traumatized.
He hadn't realised that Ianto was serious about leaving him locked in there for the whole night, so he had spent his first half hour of his new life in the stationary cupboard whistling, singing and humming.
Then he had got bored, and very, VERY angry. He looked at his watch, and then swore. He couldn't see the hands or the face of his watch. Obviously. It was dark. Pitch bloody black.
He had no aspect of time, so he just sat and waited for Ianto to come back.
And waited
And waited
And waited.
It was starting to get hard to breathe, so Owen tried to breathe as little as possible.
He found out that breathing as little as possible could lead to blackouts and fainting.
He woke from a fitful sleep to the sound of metal being banged. He yelled as the metal cupboard seemed to move, what was going on ....Earthquake?
'HELP!' he yelled, 'I'm stuck! Help me!'
Then he stopped, if he listened really hard he could hear giggling.
'GWEN? Ianto! Let me out!' he demanded.
He was very relieved to hear the key in the lock, and he blinked in pain as the morning light hit his eyes, and he was ashamed to hear himself give a small squeal when someone grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and wrenched him out the cupboard.
He glared at Ianto, who smiled innocently and said 'what you doing in there then?'
Owen snarled a reply and pushed past him, vowing in his head to give revenge.
Ianto would not get away with this
Oh no
He went into the autopsy room and started scheming.
Whatever he did, Owen thought.
Vengeance will be sweet!
Hope you like this second chapter! I thought it would be nice to see it from Owens's point of view
Next time...Owens's revenge!