Double Drabble: Self-Medication
Title: Self-Medication
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 784: Desperate at tw100.
Spoilers: Ghost Machine.
Summary: After experiencing Lizzie Lewis’ last moments, Owen really wants to get drunk.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When the team got back to the Hub, Owen was still in a numb kind of shock. What he’d seen, what he’d experienced, Lizzie Lewis’ last moments, was too much for him to deal with. He’d seen unimaginable horrors since joining Torchwood, things that would give anyone nightmares, but this was worse, because he’d felt as though he was the one living it.
He’d shared Lizzie’s terror, and the pain from the slap Ed Morgan had dealt her. He’d felt Ed’s anger too, his lust, his cruel intent, and his skin was still crawling with it while his heart continued to hammer with terror.
All he wanted was to blot it out, to wipe the memory from his brain. He was almost tempted to Retcon himself, and yet if he did that, there’d never be justice for poor Lizzie. Maybe there wouldn’t be anyway; like Tosh said, Ed Morgan was a common name, and Lizzie had died more than 40 years ago, but he still had to try, because who else was there to speak for her now? Nobody but Owen Harper.
So yes, he’d try to get justice for Lizzie, but right now he was desperate for a drink.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 784: Desperate at tw100.
Spoilers: Ghost Machine.
Summary: After experiencing Lizzie Lewis’ last moments, Owen really wants to get drunk.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
When the team got back to the Hub, Owen was still in a numb kind of shock. What he’d seen, what he’d experienced, Lizzie Lewis’ last moments, was too much for him to deal with. He’d seen unimaginable horrors since joining Torchwood, things that would give anyone nightmares, but this was worse, because he’d felt as though he was the one living it.
He’d shared Lizzie’s terror, and the pain from the slap Ed Morgan had dealt her. He’d felt Ed’s anger too, his lust, his cruel intent, and his skin was still crawling with it while his heart continued to hammer with terror.
All he wanted was to blot it out, to wipe the memory from his brain. He was almost tempted to Retcon himself, and yet if he did that, there’d never be justice for poor Lizzie. Maybe there wouldn’t be anyway; like Tosh said, Ed Morgan was a common name, and Lizzie had died more than 40 years ago, but he still had to try, because who else was there to speak for her now? Nobody but Owen Harper.
So yes, he’d try to get justice for Lizzie, but right now he was desperate for a drink.
The End