Title: Half Life

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Owen

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 255 – Sink or Swim at tw100

Spoilers: A Day In The Death

Summary: Owen's not handling his death too well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or any of the characters.

A/N: My third drabble for this week's challenge! It's a bit angstier than I usually write, but it demanded to be written.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last drabble. There will hopefully be something a bit longer soon, I'm working on a four-chapter fic and I will post the first chapter as soon as the whole fic is finished and edited. It may still take a while as it was originally meant to be three chapters, but the third chapter was getting longer and longer and it still isn't finished so now it'll be four chapters. I think.

Owen ran, faster than he'd ever run when he'd been alive. Feet pounding, arms pumping, never tiring, he reached the end of the pier, leaping as far as he could, out over the cold waters of Cardiff bay.

He hit the surface with a splash and went under. No need to hold the breath he no longer had, no need to struggle or try to swim, no need to do anything but let himself sink deeper and deeper beneath the surface.

It changed nothing. He wasn't alive, so he couldn't drown. He was trapped, halfway between life and death. Forever.

The End

A/N2: I think Owen could use a hug once he's dry again.