Reunited and it Feels...Kind of Awkward
It had started out like any other case. Owen had left for work the day before, Mav was being watched by Henry since it was his day off, and Shawn and Gus were poking their noses where they shouldn’t have been in the name of justice. And solving the case before Lassie and Juliet.
Their investigation led them to a gang’s hideout. While Shawn saw no sign of life on the grounds and wanted to investigate, Gus wanted no part of it. So while he stayed with the Blueberry by the road, Shawn headed to the entrance, throwing a comment about Gus being a pirate’s amputated leg over his shoulder.
Gus’s bad feeling had proved to be right, because when Shawn nudged the door open, it triggered a trip wire and caused an explosion. It decimated the inside of the small building and threw Shawn backwards. The only reason he’d survived at all was because he hadn’t been directly in front of the door when the bomb went off.
At least…that’s what he was told when he woke up…almost six months later. Everyone filled him in on what had been going on while he’d been in his coma. Though…neither his dad or Gus explained Owen’s absence until he’d asked. Henry grumbled something about “the bastard dropping Maverick with him and disappearing” about three months prior. Gus had been a little more compassionate, or tried to be, as he explained Owen had stuck around for a few months, never leaving Shawn’s side, and then his sudden absence.
It didn’t truly hit him until he got home and saw the man’s engagement ring on their, his, bedside table. He’d tried calling him multiple times the first few days he was well, leaving message after message until he realized it would do no good.
Shawn was not one to be ignored, however, so his hurt turned more into determination. He’d overheard Owen talking to his colleagues a number of times, mentioning a “Torchwood” or something. It gave him a starting point if nothing else.
He had no way of getting to England though, or Wales rather, not with the hospital bills and Maverick and the like. But then Interpol requested their assistance in a case. It got them to London anyway, working with Despereaux, or Staley, whatever he decided his name was. Shawn still wasn’t sure which he chose to believe.
Given they had no money after the case, Gus was content to just go home. Shawn, however, had other plans. He allowed Gus to head back to the states, asked him to watch Mav when he could over having Henry look after her the whole time. Shawn managed to coerce his way in to working for a pizza place in Cardiff and found a relatively cheap motel to crash at in the meantime.
In a weird way, he kind of liked doing the menial labor again, just delivering pizzas and offering pleasantries. He actually managed to get some decent tips out of it too, both monetarily and regarding his search for Owen.
He’d actually been on a delivery when he literally stumbled into Torchwood. He was walking down the sidewalk by a large (and boring to Shawn) monument when suddenly there was no longer ground beneath his feet. An indignant yelp escaped him as he dropped below ground, body jarring as he landed on his feet before the momentum caused him to crumble, body sprawling out as pizza boxes got strewn around him.
"Well that’s new…" he managed, voice rough from the air having been knocked out of him, as he blinked up at the hole he’d fallen through.
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