survivorship | gwen ; open to snarky_md, house_br0ken

[sympathyandtea]

Just a short time past - not too long ago, really - if someone had told Gwen Cooper that aliens existed, that people could be brought back to live with a glove, that there was a Rift in space and time running through the city she'd lived and worked in, that there was a man walking the Earth who could not die ... she would have laughed, called them

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[snarky_md]

"You know thats not going to do much good." Owen says wearily as he takes a seat in the empty chair beside Gwen. He rubs his bloodshot eyes, as he runs his hands through his hair, arching his back in the chair as he takes a much needed stretch.

"They keep sending recon groups to the surface, and I keep putting them back together again when they come back ... if they come back.
Sent a team of eight out earlier to investigate rumors of some people unknowingly hiding out near one of the base entrances. Five... and well... a half came back."

He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, thinking back to the seemingly non-stop flow of injured coming in every day. He's had a some help from some civilians with medical training, but even with that, he's been stretching himself thin.

Looking back at Gwen, he manages a thin smile. "So how have you been holding up? I would have come to see you sooner, but these bloody idiots don't want to give me a break."

[sympathyandtea]

For all the fact that Gwen had once referred to Owen as a doctor in the past-tense, she knows of and appreciates his effort now. Owen had never shown himself to be the most selfless person, but she's rather impressed with the way he's been coming through on this. She hasn't seen him throw himself into his work like this since that Marianne girl who'd died particularly tragically in the Torchwood cells. She reaches over and places a hand on his arm, meaning to be comforting, even as she mentally notes the ones who are lost and subtracts them from the count she's been keeping. Free humans in Britain, now ... well, two and a half less.

"It's okay," she assures him. "I know you've been busy. I've been trying to keep busy." Gwen pauses and frowns. "I feel useless compared to everyone else. I don't have any medical experience, or computer knowledge, or any of that. I couldn't even handle a gun until Jack showed me how. I think I've been stuffed over here to keep me out of the way

[snarky_md]

He places his hand over Gwens, smiling as he looks up at her. "Come on now, you never let that bother you before." giving Gwen a little smirk.

[sympathyandtea]

Gwen stares blankly at Owen for a moment, blinks, then takes her hand away and just barely resists the urge to smack him with it. "Shut up. Not all of us could have had excellent A-levels and become doctors." She scoffs, rotating her chair back to the computer, and bangs uselessly at the keyboard - and then the monitor shuts off entirely. "Fuckall!"