Challenge 880 - Identity crisis
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m_findlowTitle: Identity crisis
Character: Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 880 - Kick at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen faces his toughest challenge ever, facing down an eternity of death. A double drabble.
Owen sunk down into his sofa and stared at the room around him. He’d never really just stopped to take it in. He'd never had time before. He had the big leather lounge and the equally massive television, the expensive sound system with a three stacker CD player and the obligatory Andy Warhol style artwork covering the exposed brick walls, but what good was any of that beyond the aesthetic now?
Owen was dead. He’d been shot. Just when it seemed like they’d wrapped it all up and had the place contained, that bastard had gone and shot him. And what for? What did it achieve, knowing he’d only get off one shot before someone on the team shot him dead, right between the eyes? It was a kick in the teeth for a job well done and now he had to live with being dead forever.
What made it worse was that he didn't even have his job to go back to. Jack wouldn’t let him keep his credentials. Talk about kicking a bloke when he was down. All because Jack said he didn't know what Owen was anymore. He knew what he was. He was bloody Owen Harper.
Owen sunk down into his sofa and stared at the room around him. He’d never really just stopped to take it in. He'd never had time before. He had the big leather lounge and the equally massive television, the expensive sound system with a three stacker CD player and the obligatory Andy Warhol style artwork covering the exposed brick walls, but what good was any of that beyond the aesthetic now?
Owen was dead. He’d been shot. Just when it seemed like they’d wrapped it all up and had the place contained, that bastard had gone and shot him. And what for? What did it achieve, knowing he’d only get off one shot before someone on the team shot him dead, right between the eyes? It was a kick in the teeth for a job well done and now he had to live with being dead forever.
What made it worse was that he didn't even have his job to go back to. Jack wouldn’t let him keep his credentials. Talk about kicking a bloke when he was down. All because Jack said he didn't know what Owen was anymore. He knew what he was. He was bloody Owen Harper.
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