23, Owen x Gwen ☺️
23. carrying the other one in their arms
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“Gwen?” Owen said. “Are you… carrying me?” When he finally came to, the first thing he saw was the burning wreckage of the house over Gwen’s shoulder. That was the one the Slitheen family had been holed up in. That fucking moron had hit him on the head with a bat. Ow.
The second thing he noticed was that he was being carried. Well, that was surely a reversal of positions.
“Oh, Owen, thank God,” Gwen said, upon hearing Owen speak. “Do you think you can walk?”
“Yeah, I think so. I was hit on the head, not my legs. Remember?”
She rolled her eyes and gently put him down. He felt a bit disoriented, even on his feet. He stumbled a bit, and Gwen wrapped an arm around him.
“You okay?” Gwen said.
“I think I might have a concussion, but otherwise I’m fine. You?”
“I’m all right. The Slitheen are gone, set fire to the house and disappeared.”
“So we didn’t even get them?”
“No.” She sighed. Then she grinned. “But we’ll get ‘em next time.” She gave Owen’s shoulder a pat.
“Yeah, if they come back. It’s frankly insulting getting defeated with a bat to the head. I need some payback.”
Gwen hugged Owen tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said quietly.
Owen ran his fingers through her hair. “Yeah, me too.”
“Since the rest of the team wasn’t there... I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Nah.” He grinned. “They won’t get me that easily.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before she backed away.
She smiled softly at him and looped her arm around his, being his support as they walked back to the SUV.
