Entry tags:
Challenge 670 - Never-ending
Title: Never-ending
Character: Gwen, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 670 - Stop at
tw100
Summary: The reality of Torchwood is finally starting to sink in for Gwen. A double drabble.
Gwen didn't regret waking up next to Owen. After everything they'd been through, it was impossible to stay at home with Rhys - gorgeous, clueless Rhys - and just smile like everything was fine. It wasn't. Far from it. But there was no one else she could talk to about it. At least Owen understood that slightly terrifying feeling of not knowing what the future held for them and whether they'd survive it.
Owen's fingers traced over the curve of her hip and moved up along her waist, finally drifting between her bosom.
'It's never going to stop, is it?' she asked, staring out at the grey gloomy bay views. There's always going to be some new monster. Some new horror beyond human imagining. It wasn't quite how she'd imagined the job. Jack had made it sound glamorous and exciting, full of wonder and joy. She hadn't expected the sheer depravity to come from humanity itself. They were meant to be the good guys.
'No, it's not,' Owen replied, giving her that blunt view on life she was slowly getting used to. 'But I'm not going to let that stop me living life, and neither are you, or you wouldn't be here.'
Character: Gwen, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 670 - Stop at
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Summary: The reality of Torchwood is finally starting to sink in for Gwen. A double drabble.
Gwen didn't regret waking up next to Owen. After everything they'd been through, it was impossible to stay at home with Rhys - gorgeous, clueless Rhys - and just smile like everything was fine. It wasn't. Far from it. But there was no one else she could talk to about it. At least Owen understood that slightly terrifying feeling of not knowing what the future held for them and whether they'd survive it.
Owen's fingers traced over the curve of her hip and moved up along her waist, finally drifting between her bosom.
'It's never going to stop, is it?' she asked, staring out at the grey gloomy bay views. There's always going to be some new monster. Some new horror beyond human imagining. It wasn't quite how she'd imagined the job. Jack had made it sound glamorous and exciting, full of wonder and joy. She hadn't expected the sheer depravity to come from humanity itself. They were meant to be the good guys.
'No, it's not,' Owen replied, giving her that blunt view on life she was slowly getting used to. 'But I'm not going to let that stop me living life, and neither are you, or you wouldn't be here.'