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16 February 2008 @ 01:13 am
Fic: 'For now, the red cap.'  
Title: For now, the red cap.
Fandom: Torchwood.
Rating: (PG), for themes.
Time Period: End of Reset (season 2, episode 6).
Summary: The red cap was easier to think upon.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition, see the F. A. Q.) and the inspiration is from having seen the sixth episode for Torchwood’s second season. It’s completely impromptu and it’s been written without the usual thought and consideration given to my ‘fics due to simply wanting to write. It’s been a while since I’ve written fiction so, hopefully, this doesn’t suck.

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Russell T. Davies and the BBC; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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Jack’d asked Martha about a red UNIT cap. Avant garde was one term that could be used to describe his and Jack’s … dabbling.

God. What a bastard he was, to focus on that instead of what’d happened. But it was simpler, easier to think about something more innocent than to dwell upon what’d happened. Owen’d been shot. If it’d been Jack, his heart would’ve leapt into his throat. There would’ve been tears. It didn’t matter that Jack would be walking ten minutes later, his breath would still catch in constricted lungs and the world would slow as his mind tried to reconcile what’d happened before he …

What would he do were Jack shot by somebody else? Wait for Jack to return to life or take revenge before Jack started breathing and walking? It was a question he’d not considered since Jack’s return. … much.

He sighed. Owen’s body was back in the vault. Gwen’d gone home – finally – so she could take comfort, he supposed, in Rhys’ presence. In his aliveness; Gwen’d had an affair with Owen and she’d feel the loss keenly but not like Tosh, with whom he could sympathise, even if it were Jack sitting with her, talking to her. All so she wouldn’t be alone. It was the right thing to do.

So why was he jealous? Was it because he wanted to be held so he could assure himself that both he and Jack were alive? For once, the office boy wanted attention. He knew he shouldn’t; it was why he’d sighed but he was feeling needy.

Owen was dead.

It was better to think about the red UNIT cap. He’d known Owen for years and he knew he’d feel the loss keenly. He just wouldn’t allow it now; not when Tosh was here and Jack might need him and Martha might need assistance. Gwen might call or need help.

He knew it’d come crashing upon him later. For now, there was the red UNIT cap to help him get through the rest of the night.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on February 16th, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
This is depressing. And I don't even /like/ the characters of Torchwood - except Jack, and Ianto's growing on me. Can't stand Owen - not even as a character that isn't meant to be particularly personable.

But this almost made me cry...
F. J.: lantern & candlesmorethanacandle on February 16th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC)
It almost made you cry?