LOG: 14 July 2008
WHO: Owen docisin, Tosh toshwood, Doyle promised-one
WHAT: Checking in on Doyle
WHEN: Last Night
WHERE: Doyle's Flat
WHY: It needed to happen. Three different timelines! woot!
WITH: Half-Demons, part-aliens, a migraine, and a snog for keys.
Owen pulled his beloved car outside the building, glancing up at it worriedly, before looking back at Tosh, still a bit awkward. "Ummm, he lives up here", he said, starting for the door.
"I'd forgotten about this place," she said, following.
Doyle was curled up in a corner in his room, hands gripping his aching head, unaware of the visitors outside.
"Yeeaah", Owen gave her a small smile, before opening the door, heading upstairs and unlocking the door, "DOYLE?"
Tosh looked around, then started making her way further in. "Doyle, Love, where are you?'
Doyle winced a little at Owen's shout, the noise making him curl into himself a little more. "In here," his thick Irish accent murmured quietly.
Owen glanced over at Tosh, before racing to his room, moving to crouch beside the half demon. "It's alright, Pet, I'm here"
Tosh followed, hovering in the doorway. She'd forgotten how bad they used to be.
Doyle glanced up at Owen, his eyes wet and red. "You're that Owen bloke yeah? And...Tosh? Toshiko?" he asked, blinking at the woman in the doorway.
"Yes, that's us," she said softly, coming in to sit with him, running a gentle hand through his hair.
"It's gonna be okay", Owen brushed a hand gently over Doyle's back, "I've got some painkillers for you, okay?"
"Thanks," Doyle replied, offering them a half-smile at the attention. "I could use a truck full of 'em," he chuckled.
Owen smiled, getting some pills out of his pocket, before walking to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and coming back. "Here", he said, handing them to Doyle, "These are pretty strong, they usually help"
Tosh sat quietly by, her small hand still playing through Doyle's hair in a soothing way
"Alright," Doyle nodded, taking the pills with some water before sighing and leaning back against the wall. "So...amnesia, huh?"
"Time disruption," Tosh corrected.
"Yeah, in other words, summats happened and everyone's in the wrong time", said Owen, then considered, "'Cept me. Because I'm...lucky?"
"Very lucky," Doyle agreed, chuckling. "Shite, this is confusin'. You're both what, ten and twenty years ahead o' me?"
Tosh nodded.
"Yup", Owen chuckled, "Ain't life grand?"
"Could be worse, I suppose. ...Was worse, actually," Doyle realized, blinking.
"Gets better," Tosh assured them both.
Owen turned and gave her a proper smile. "That, I can imagine", he said, then looked at Doyle, "I know"
"I can imagine it too," Doyle smiled, focusing his vision on them. "Your icons don't do either of you justice."
Tosh ducked her head and blushed.
Owen grinned a lopsided grin of doom. "You're never so bad yourself, Pet"
It was Doyle's turn to blush at the compliment, and he chuckled. "Not even with a spiky face like this one?" he asked, shifting into his demon form.
Owen smiled, leaning in to kiss Doyle's lips gently, not a trace of fear or disgust. "Still bloody gorgeous"
"As always," Tosh said, giving his ear a nibble to prove her point.
Doyle's green skin had a faint pink tinge at the kiss and Tosh's nibble. "I...wow. Never thought...yep, this is better."
Owen grinned. "See?"
"PerfectMates," Tosh said with a smile, pulling away and gazing on the two of them with fully black eyes, her one hand continuing to pet Doyle, the other coming up to run through Owen's hair.
"What....what the hell?" Doyle asked, clearly shocked at Tosh's eyes. "What are you? I mean, not that I'm one to judge," he chuckled nervously. "But you're scarin' me..."
"Oh", Owen frowned, "It's...umm..I think she has summat like what I got, this weevil thing"
Tosh closed her eyes tightly, backing away a little.
"Weevil thing?" Doyle asked, confused. "What's a weevil? Is it a demon? Are you both...half-demons? Like me?"
"More like half-alien", said Owen, following Tosh, "Tosh..pet..it's okay"
She stayed quiet a moment longer then looked up, her eyes back to normal. "I'm not as good at controlling it as you - it jumps out sometimes when I'm feeling emotional," she apologised, clasping her hands before her.
"Hey," Doyle said quietly, taking her hands in his own. "Half-demon, half-alien, whatever, I don't care, alright? I was just a little shocked, I'm still gettin' used to my own thing. You're still gorgeous."
"It's okay, I just... it's been a while since people haven't known about it."
"See?", Owen smiled at her, "We're all fine, deep breaths, Tosh"
Doyle pulled her into a comforting hug, rubbing her back a bit awkwardly before pulling back. "So, you wanna explain this weevil thing to me?" he asked with a lopsided smile of his own.
"My theory is it's a side effect from being dead too long," she said.
"Ruddy death, again", Owen scowled, "Send it my way, I'll beat the bastard again!"
"What on Earth are you lot talking about?" Doyle asked, raising an eyebrow. "First you tell me I died some heroic death and now you two died..."
"Absolutely not! Scared the heck out of me the first time you did it!" She looked at Doyle. "Death, the grim reaper, is an alien of a sort.
Owen kicked it's arse back to the void."
"Yep", Owen beamed proudly, "Fucking deserved it, too, the wanker"
"Yeah, ok, aliens aside, you died?" Doyle asked pointedly, putting aside the extra-weird to deal with the weird again.
"Twice", Owen smiled.
"Once for me."
Doyle stared at them like they'd lost their minds. "Uh...huh. You died, and you just magically came back?"
"Well, I was a computer for a while, but I don't remember how I came back. Owen's was with some Alien tech."
Owen nodded. "Ressurection glove"
Doyle smiled and nodded. "I'm just goin' to say that I believe you and focus on the fact that there are pretty people in my room with pain meds," he murmured, his pounding head too overloaded to properly process any of this information.
Tosh leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Let's get you into bed."
Owen chuckled. "Beliving is good", he nodded, standing, helping Doyle to his feet.
Doyle blushed again at the kiss, before shifting back into his human form and leaning against Owen. "Bed sounds amazin'."
Tosh stood and went to turn down the covers for him.
Owen smiled, helping him towards it. "Need help getting undressed?", he chuckled, "Nothing we haven't seen before"
Doyle's blush deepened. "Not that I don't love the idea of you two gorgeous alien-people undressin' me, but I did only just meet ya."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it", Owen chuckled at Doyle's shyness.
Tosh chuckled and preceeded him out of the room.
Doyle offered them both a smile before removing his clothing and slipping into the covers, falling asleep in minutes.
"Come on, pet, he can call us if he needs us", Owen gave Tosh a smile, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Damn migraines," she muttered with a sigh. "I wish I could remember how we got rid of them."
"Sorry, hasn't happened for me yet", Owen appologised with a soft shrug, "Come on, I'll run you a bath at home"
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Only if you join me. Let me just leave our mobile numbers for him, so he can contact us when he's up."
Owen actually blushed a little before chuckling. "I'd be mad to turn down that offer"
Tosh winked at him as she finished writing down on the sheet she found, then tacked it to the refridgerator door.
Owen grinned, watching her, still unable to get over the fact she was alive, and HERE.
Once done, she turned, and gave him a questioning smile.
"Wot?", Owen blinked and rather unsuavely pretended to be interested in the ceiling.
"I can imagine how it feels," she said, then poked him in the stomach as she stole his keys. One of these years she'd manage to drive his car.
"How what feels?", asked Owen, trying to snatch his keys back, "Oiii"
Tosh danced out of his reach and darted out toward the car.
"OI!", Owen laughed, chasing after her, "No driving!"
"Got to catch me first!"
Owen smirked as they raced out of the building. "Oh, I will"
Tosh ran fast as she could to the car, fumbling the keys to find the one that'd unlock the door.
Owen grinned, catching up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Told you I would", he gave her a lopsided grin.
"I still have the keys!" she said, holding them away from him.
He moved to reach for them, before smirking, instead leaning in to give her a deep kiss.
Tosh struggled for about point-zero-six seconds before giving in to the kiss, hungry for it as always.
Owen grinned into it, savouring it, after all, to his mind she'd been dead for far too long, before smirking, stepping back, jangling the stolen keys in front of her.
She pouted, stepping on his toe. "Twat."
WHAT: Checking in on Doyle
WHEN: Last Night
WHERE: Doyle's Flat
WHY: It needed to happen. Three different timelines! woot!
WITH: Half-Demons, part-aliens, a migraine, and a snog for keys.
Owen pulled his beloved car outside the building, glancing up at it worriedly, before looking back at Tosh, still a bit awkward. "Ummm, he lives up here", he said, starting for the door.
"I'd forgotten about this place," she said, following.
Doyle was curled up in a corner in his room, hands gripping his aching head, unaware of the visitors outside.
"Yeeaah", Owen gave her a small smile, before opening the door, heading upstairs and unlocking the door, "DOYLE?"
Tosh looked around, then started making her way further in. "Doyle, Love, where are you?'
Doyle winced a little at Owen's shout, the noise making him curl into himself a little more. "In here," his thick Irish accent murmured quietly.
Owen glanced over at Tosh, before racing to his room, moving to crouch beside the half demon. "It's alright, Pet, I'm here"
Tosh followed, hovering in the doorway. She'd forgotten how bad they used to be.
Doyle glanced up at Owen, his eyes wet and red. "You're that Owen bloke yeah? And...Tosh? Toshiko?" he asked, blinking at the woman in the doorway.
"Yes, that's us," she said softly, coming in to sit with him, running a gentle hand through his hair.
"It's gonna be okay", Owen brushed a hand gently over Doyle's back, "I've got some painkillers for you, okay?"
"Thanks," Doyle replied, offering them a half-smile at the attention. "I could use a truck full of 'em," he chuckled.
Owen smiled, getting some pills out of his pocket, before walking to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and coming back. "Here", he said, handing them to Doyle, "These are pretty strong, they usually help"
Tosh sat quietly by, her small hand still playing through Doyle's hair in a soothing way
"Alright," Doyle nodded, taking the pills with some water before sighing and leaning back against the wall. "So...amnesia, huh?"
"Time disruption," Tosh corrected.
"Yeah, in other words, summats happened and everyone's in the wrong time", said Owen, then considered, "'Cept me. Because I'm...lucky?"
"Very lucky," Doyle agreed, chuckling. "Shite, this is confusin'. You're both what, ten and twenty years ahead o' me?"
Tosh nodded.
"Yup", Owen chuckled, "Ain't life grand?"
"Could be worse, I suppose. ...Was worse, actually," Doyle realized, blinking.
"Gets better," Tosh assured them both.
Owen turned and gave her a proper smile. "That, I can imagine", he said, then looked at Doyle, "I know"
"I can imagine it too," Doyle smiled, focusing his vision on them. "Your icons don't do either of you justice."
Tosh ducked her head and blushed.
Owen grinned a lopsided grin of doom. "You're never so bad yourself, Pet"
It was Doyle's turn to blush at the compliment, and he chuckled. "Not even with a spiky face like this one?" he asked, shifting into his demon form.
Owen smiled, leaning in to kiss Doyle's lips gently, not a trace of fear or disgust. "Still bloody gorgeous"
"As always," Tosh said, giving his ear a nibble to prove her point.
Doyle's green skin had a faint pink tinge at the kiss and Tosh's nibble. "I...wow. Never thought...yep, this is better."
Owen grinned. "See?"
"PerfectMates," Tosh said with a smile, pulling away and gazing on the two of them with fully black eyes, her one hand continuing to pet Doyle, the other coming up to run through Owen's hair.
"What....what the hell?" Doyle asked, clearly shocked at Tosh's eyes. "What are you? I mean, not that I'm one to judge," he chuckled nervously. "But you're scarin' me..."
"Oh", Owen frowned, "It's...umm..I think she has summat like what I got, this weevil thing"
Tosh closed her eyes tightly, backing away a little.
"Weevil thing?" Doyle asked, confused. "What's a weevil? Is it a demon? Are you both...half-demons? Like me?"
"More like half-alien", said Owen, following Tosh, "Tosh..pet..it's okay"
She stayed quiet a moment longer then looked up, her eyes back to normal. "I'm not as good at controlling it as you - it jumps out sometimes when I'm feeling emotional," she apologised, clasping her hands before her.
"Hey," Doyle said quietly, taking her hands in his own. "Half-demon, half-alien, whatever, I don't care, alright? I was just a little shocked, I'm still gettin' used to my own thing. You're still gorgeous."
"It's okay, I just... it's been a while since people haven't known about it."
"See?", Owen smiled at her, "We're all fine, deep breaths, Tosh"
Doyle pulled her into a comforting hug, rubbing her back a bit awkwardly before pulling back. "So, you wanna explain this weevil thing to me?" he asked with a lopsided smile of his own.
"My theory is it's a side effect from being dead too long," she said.
"Ruddy death, again", Owen scowled, "Send it my way, I'll beat the bastard again!"
"What on Earth are you lot talking about?" Doyle asked, raising an eyebrow. "First you tell me I died some heroic death and now you two died..."
"Absolutely not! Scared the heck out of me the first time you did it!" She looked at Doyle. "Death, the grim reaper, is an alien of a sort.
Owen kicked it's arse back to the void."
"Yep", Owen beamed proudly, "Fucking deserved it, too, the wanker"
"Yeah, ok, aliens aside, you died?" Doyle asked pointedly, putting aside the extra-weird to deal with the weird again.
"Twice", Owen smiled.
"Once for me."
Doyle stared at them like they'd lost their minds. "Uh...huh. You died, and you just magically came back?"
"Well, I was a computer for a while, but I don't remember how I came back. Owen's was with some Alien tech."
Owen nodded. "Ressurection glove"
Doyle smiled and nodded. "I'm just goin' to say that I believe you and focus on the fact that there are pretty people in my room with pain meds," he murmured, his pounding head too overloaded to properly process any of this information.
Tosh leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Let's get you into bed."
Owen chuckled. "Beliving is good", he nodded, standing, helping Doyle to his feet.
Doyle blushed again at the kiss, before shifting back into his human form and leaning against Owen. "Bed sounds amazin'."
Tosh stood and went to turn down the covers for him.
Owen smiled, helping him towards it. "Need help getting undressed?", he chuckled, "Nothing we haven't seen before"
Doyle's blush deepened. "Not that I don't love the idea of you two gorgeous alien-people undressin' me, but I did only just meet ya."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it", Owen chuckled at Doyle's shyness.
Tosh chuckled and preceeded him out of the room.
Doyle offered them both a smile before removing his clothing and slipping into the covers, falling asleep in minutes.
"Come on, pet, he can call us if he needs us", Owen gave Tosh a smile, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Damn migraines," she muttered with a sigh. "I wish I could remember how we got rid of them."
"Sorry, hasn't happened for me yet", Owen appologised with a soft shrug, "Come on, I'll run you a bath at home"
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Only if you join me. Let me just leave our mobile numbers for him, so he can contact us when he's up."
Owen actually blushed a little before chuckling. "I'd be mad to turn down that offer"
Tosh winked at him as she finished writing down on the sheet she found, then tacked it to the refridgerator door.
Owen grinned, watching her, still unable to get over the fact she was alive, and HERE.
Once done, she turned, and gave him a questioning smile.
"Wot?", Owen blinked and rather unsuavely pretended to be interested in the ceiling.
"I can imagine how it feels," she said, then poked him in the stomach as she stole his keys. One of these years she'd manage to drive his car.
"How what feels?", asked Owen, trying to snatch his keys back, "Oiii"
Tosh danced out of his reach and darted out toward the car.
"OI!", Owen laughed, chasing after her, "No driving!"
"Got to catch me first!"
Owen smirked as they raced out of the building. "Oh, I will"
Tosh ran fast as she could to the car, fumbling the keys to find the one that'd unlock the door.
Owen grinned, catching up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Told you I would", he gave her a lopsided grin.
"I still have the keys!" she said, holding them away from him.
He moved to reach for them, before smirking, instead leaning in to give her a deep kiss.
Tosh struggled for about point-zero-six seconds before giving in to the kiss, hungry for it as always.
Owen grinned into it, savouring it, after all, to his mind she'd been dead for far too long, before smirking, stepping back, jangling the stolen keys in front of her.
She pouted, stepping on his toe. "Twat."