Fic: An Unexpected Song: Part 9 - It's Been a While, PG-13
Title: An Unexpected Song: Part 9 - It's Been a While
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Combat
Summary: It's been a while since I've seen the way candles light your face.
Beta: lon_dubh
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Doctor Who. They belong to the BBC. If I did, they'd get to come out and play more often. And Rose wouldn't be stuck in some stupid alternate universe.
Authors Notes: This is the ninth in a series of 17 small fics I wrote as an exercise. Each one is based on a song from the fanmix posted at my journal.
Owen stared at his mobile. The screen showed him just one word and a number. He couldn't bring himself to dial it.
It'd been a while since he'd fucked anything up with someone this badly.
Reaching blindly for the glass of scotch on the table, he downed it all in one go and pressed the dial button.
She didn't answer. Probably screening her mobile to avoid him after the incident in the SUV. After several rings, her voice mail picked up.
"I'm sorry," he started, then sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, head in one hand. "I've gone and fucked things up again. I seem to do that a lot." He laughed harshly. "Make this go away, Gwen, please. I can't stop thinking of you. How you laugh. How you cry. What you look like in candlelight. Gwen, I can still remember just the way you taste." He sighed again. "It's been a while since I've said I'm sorry. But I am." He couldn't think of anything else to say and pressed end.
He only hoped it wasn't too late.
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Combat
Summary: It's been a while since I've seen the way candles light your face.
Beta: lon_dubh
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Doctor Who. They belong to the BBC. If I did, they'd get to come out and play more often. And Rose wouldn't be stuck in some stupid alternate universe.
Authors Notes: This is the ninth in a series of 17 small fics I wrote as an exercise. Each one is based on a song from the fanmix posted at my journal.
Owen stared at his mobile. The screen showed him just one word and a number. He couldn't bring himself to dial it.
It'd been a while since he'd fucked anything up with someone this badly.
Reaching blindly for the glass of scotch on the table, he downed it all in one go and pressed the dial button.
She didn't answer. Probably screening her mobile to avoid him after the incident in the SUV. After several rings, her voice mail picked up.
"I'm sorry," he started, then sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, head in one hand. "I've gone and fucked things up again. I seem to do that a lot." He laughed harshly. "Make this go away, Gwen, please. I can't stop thinking of you. How you laugh. How you cry. What you look like in candlelight. Gwen, I can still remember just the way you taste." He sighed again. "It's been a while since I've said I'm sorry. But I am." He couldn't think of anything else to say and pressed end.
He only hoped it wasn't too late.