#v: second in command

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@heavensmostterrifyingweapon continued from here

“Autopsies to do,” Owen scowled, even though the thought alone made him feel vaguely nauseous, and that stuff didn’t usually bother him. But he didn’t particularly want to leave these too long, he didn’t need them starting to decompose on them, that would only make things worse. Half reluctantly though he allowed Jack to steer him over to the sofa, flopping onto it, practically face first into the pillow, his head twinging.

“Not a good idea.”

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Open - Owen

There were days when he bloody hated Torchwood.

Namely the days that found him outside in the cold and wet, dealing with aliens or other rift shit that didn’t seem to care that all he really wanted right now was a good drink, a take out and a good shag, not necessarily in that order. But no, yet another night chasing down the scum of the universe.

“Once, just once, it would be nice if the aliens could just pick a night when I’m off. Is that too much to ask?”

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“Please be careful. I need you to come back safely.” (For Owen from Tosh)

“I’ll be fine.”

Somehow (and it was a miracle, really) he managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. Tosh meant well, he knew as much, even if he did think it was unnecessary. Not like it would him any harm to get a bit roughed up anyway. In truth, although he would never admit it, he sometimes relished times like that, times where the pain reminded him that through it all he was still alive.

“Seriously, Tosh. Jack brings in weevils by himself all the time, I’m pretty sure I can manage one solo. Back in time for pizza.”

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