It was a boring day at Torchwood for Owen. Sure there was stuff to be done, but it was nothing that fell into his job description. That, of course, lead him to searching archives for, well, pornography ( Read more... )

It wasn't really comforting. It was almost condescending, really, but Owen knew that Reid didn't mean anything by it ( Read more... )

( cut for spoilers for end of season 2 of torchwood )

Owen was, for once, in a good mood. He wasn't pissy or cranky or in need of a shag. No. He was, quite honestly, happy. He whistled to himself while he did his clinic work, organizing shelves and dusting, though it really didn't need either. He was just bored ( Read more... )

Owen was busy that day cleaning up the clinic and trying his best to be useful. His fight with Mark still weighed heavily on his mind. He figured that the little fink had gone to Tosh by that point and now any chance he had at getting more time with his son was probably blown because of one irrational outburst. How much did that freaking figure ( Read more... )

After some hunting, Owen found himself a proper football that he'd taken from some girl who'd taken it from some guy, and it was all too complicated to be worth it. It'd been too long since he'd gotten any proper fun that he felt like he owed it to himself to kick the ball around for a while while Tosh had Jackson ( Read more... )

Owen had felt weird before here on the island. Those were usually days when he woke up as a woman or in his fiancee's body or something equally inane. Today, he half expected to sound like a duck or something when he woke up ( Read more... )

The first time Owen had proposed, it was spontaneous in Trafalgar Square. He didn't even have a ring, ended up giving Katie his watch to suffice until he could drag her to a jewelry store and drop more money than he had on a ring, but it was worth it. And then there'd been the parasite and Torchwood and everything had gone to hell. That'd been ( Read more... )

Owen waited patiently outside while Tosh and Jackson started seeing visitors ( Read more... )

Owen hadn't slept in three days now. He'd tried, but every time he laid down everything felt...wrong. He took to wandering at night instead of actually doing anything. He'd thought about working in the clinic to take his mind off of everything, but he just couldn't focus on that either. So he'd wandered the whole way from Billy and Dany's back to ( Read more... )