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m_findlowTitle: No I in team
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 207 - Fold at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Owen doesn't yet realise that he was welcomed back into the fold days ago.
Owen felt slightly strange walking into the hub. It looked just the same and so did he but there was something else different about it. This was day one of the rest of his life, Owen realised. His life as a dead man as it were.
It wasn't the same as his old life, even if he'd been dead for several days now. That whole thing with Henry Parker had changed everything, for him at the very least. There wasn't any point in being angry about his situation. It simply was what it was. In the same way that Jack hadn't had a say in becoming an undying immortal, so Owen hadn't had any say in being the undead zombie he was now. At least he didn't want to kill and create more zombies like himself, that was something at least. His collective understanding of the genre had changed markedly.
'Morning Owen,' Ianto called out from the kitchen, giving him a little wave. He was back making the coffee and that was something else as well. He wasn't looking to Owen to resume those duties, not that Owen felt his coffee was a patch on Ianto's. He didn't need to be able to taste it to know it wasn't as good, and that the rest of the team would be immensely grateful to have their real barista back at the helm.
'Jack wants to see you,' Ianto said, nodding towards his office. 'Body came in last night.'
'Great,' Owen replied. 'Do I get to cut it up and play with it?'
'I would imagine so.'
'Really?'
Ianto gave him a genuine look. 'Really. Who else is going to do it?'
Who indeed? Martha had gone back to London and Jack hadn't fought her too hard on that one.
'You're our resident doctor. Everyone wants you back doing what you do,' Ianto added, reading Owen's mind. 'Always did. You were just…'
'Yeah, yeah.' He didn't need Ianto to tell him what a prat he'd been; more than usual as he came to grips with being dead. Anyone would be pissed about it. That they put up with him was probably more than he deserved.
Ianto passed him a mug. 'Something for you before you go in.'
Owen frowned at it. 'I don't drink anymore. Remember?'
Ianto shrugged. 'You can still smell it, and taste a bit. It's just a bit of a bugger to get it back out from what I hear. Still…'
Owen nodded. Coffee was part of their ritual and Ianto's coffee was restorative in its own way. But it was more than that. It was a gesture, and welcoming back into the fold. He might be dead but he was one of the team. Perhaps Owen was the last to come to that realisation.
'Cheers,' he said, taking a sip and letting the flavour dance in his tongue. It did make facing Jack feel that much easier. Things back to normal, or as normal as they could be.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 207 - Fold at
anythingdrabbleSummary: Owen doesn't yet realise that he was welcomed back into the fold days ago.
Owen felt slightly strange walking into the hub. It looked just the same and so did he but there was something else different about it. This was day one of the rest of his life, Owen realised. His life as a dead man as it were.
It wasn't the same as his old life, even if he'd been dead for several days now. That whole thing with Henry Parker had changed everything, for him at the very least. There wasn't any point in being angry about his situation. It simply was what it was. In the same way that Jack hadn't had a say in becoming an undying immortal, so Owen hadn't had any say in being the undead zombie he was now. At least he didn't want to kill and create more zombies like himself, that was something at least. His collective understanding of the genre had changed markedly.
'Morning Owen,' Ianto called out from the kitchen, giving him a little wave. He was back making the coffee and that was something else as well. He wasn't looking to Owen to resume those duties, not that Owen felt his coffee was a patch on Ianto's. He didn't need to be able to taste it to know it wasn't as good, and that the rest of the team would be immensely grateful to have their real barista back at the helm.
'Jack wants to see you,' Ianto said, nodding towards his office. 'Body came in last night.'
'Great,' Owen replied. 'Do I get to cut it up and play with it?'
'I would imagine so.'
'Really?'
Ianto gave him a genuine look. 'Really. Who else is going to do it?'
Who indeed? Martha had gone back to London and Jack hadn't fought her too hard on that one.
'You're our resident doctor. Everyone wants you back doing what you do,' Ianto added, reading Owen's mind. 'Always did. You were just…'
'Yeah, yeah.' He didn't need Ianto to tell him what a prat he'd been; more than usual as he came to grips with being dead. Anyone would be pissed about it. That they put up with him was probably more than he deserved.
Ianto passed him a mug. 'Something for you before you go in.'
Owen frowned at it. 'I don't drink anymore. Remember?'
Ianto shrugged. 'You can still smell it, and taste a bit. It's just a bit of a bugger to get it back out from what I hear. Still…'
Owen nodded. Coffee was part of their ritual and Ianto's coffee was restorative in its own way. But it was more than that. It was a gesture, and welcoming back into the fold. He might be dead but he was one of the team. Perhaps Owen was the last to come to that realisation.
'Cheers,' he said, taking a sip and letting the flavour dance in his tongue. It did make facing Jack feel that much easier. Things back to normal, or as normal as they could be.
