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[#001] LIFE 2.0 (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #001 - Second chances
Title: Life 2.0
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Spoilers for episode 2.12 - Fragments
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1.000 words
Summary: Owen never believed in being given a second chance.
Owen hadn't really believed in second chances. He'd always held he view that you got one shot at life and if you buggered it up, well, that was that.
He hadn't been concerned about buggering it up however. Six months into his first stint as an F1 doctor and he knew he'd met the one. Katie was everything he could have ever wanted and more. She was bubbly and funny and smart, also a junior doctor, though she was training for a pediatrics placement. He knew she'd be great with kids. She had the temperament and such a warm way about her that made kids smile and erased some of the worries from their parent's faces. She was also gorgeous and a bloody good shag in bed. Unlike most girls he'd dated, she didn't pull faces at his sometimes crass sense of humour, and she didn't care that he wasn't the most attractive bloke. She brought out the best in him, his apartment had never been cleaner, he'd never cooked proper meals before and now that she'd agreed to move in with him, they made the perfect image of two young doctors madly in love between eighteen hour shifts.
When Katie missed out on the pediatrician consultant's role Owen was gutted. She'd worked her backside off and would have been great in her interview with their clinical lead. He couldn't fathom that anyone could be better suited to the job than her.
'Babe,' she said one night as they were cuddled up on the sofa, resting her hand on his knee, 'would you ever consider moving?'
'You don't like the flat anymore?'
She smiled and squeezed in tighter. 'No, I mean, moving to another city. Somewhere outside London.'
Owen found her question perplexing. She'd never mentioned wanting to move before. They were both London born and bred. 'Anywhere you had in mind?' he asked, curious as to where she was going with this.
Katie sat up a little straighter on the sofa, so that she could face him and make sure he had her full attention. She took one of his hands and clasped both of her own over it. 'There's a pediatric slot open in Cardiff,' she said. 'Just a temporary twelve month contract. But I was thinking it might be good for both of us. There's so much competition in London for everything. I know you've been putting off applying for any surgical rotations.'
'I like A and E,' Owen insisted.
'You're better than that and you know it. A smaller city isn't going to have a million junior doctors trying to get into the same handful of slots.' She cast her eyes down into his lap. 'Besides, I might have already applied and they've tentatively said yes.'
That got Owen's attention. He sat up and reached for her face, kissing her. 'That's amazing. Of course we can go.' He'd go anywhere for Katie. And maybe she was right. They had good hospitals in Cardiff, for all his teasing about medicine practiced outside of London being the equivalent of trepanning and leeches. Maybe he could get a specialty rotation. You had to be ruthless for that kind of thing in London and he didn't have the patience for all the brown-nosing and the research studies he'd have to do on his own time just to get his name noticed and in contention. He'd seen how hard Katie had worked and still come home empty-handed. A move could be just the thing they needed to really get both their careers going. And a nice house with a bit of yard out the back for the kids he hoped they'd have when he finally got around to proposing.
Now, standing here in the cemetery, he wished they'd never come. Katie had taken to Wales like a duck to water. She was forever telling him how wonderfully green everything was, and how much nicer the view of the bay over that muddy old Thames. Now he hated how green the grass was, and how it would soon come to cover his beloved fiancé's grave. This wouldn't have happened if they'd just stayed in London. She'd still be alive and happy and whole, not with some terrible alien parasite growing inside her brain.
It had felt good to throw a fist at the man who had done nothing to save her. How dare he turn up here and try to spoil Owen's grief. He wanted to deck the American so that he could haul him back to the hospital and prove to everyone that he wasn't the one going crazy. The man really was there. He'd seen the alien thing that had been writhing inside Katie's head which had poisoned the surgeons in the room the minute they tried to remove it. This man had falsified everything, including how they'd died. He'd covered up Katie's death and a half dozen more like it was the most normal thing in the world, leaving Owen looking like he'd lost his mind.
'You need a purpose,' the American told him once Owen had strangled him to his satisfaction, letting him finally get back to his feet. 'I'm building something. I need a medic.'
Owen shook his head. He could have any doctor he wanted. Why did he want to add insult to injury by asking him? The guy wanted him to work with him, chasing aliens. It was absurd. There was no such thing as aliens. Whatever had been inside Katie's brain was just... It couldn't be.
The man insisted he couldn't just go back to how his life had been before. Katie's memory would haunt him in every corner and hallway. What he was offering Owen was a second chance to do something worthwhile. Something to make up for losing Katie, to protect the lives of others. It was the second chance he didn't think he deserved or even wanted, but Jack was right. What the hell else was he supposed to do now?
Title: Life 2.0
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Spoilers for episode 2.12 - Fragments
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1.000 words
Summary: Owen never believed in being given a second chance.
Owen hadn't really believed in second chances. He'd always held he view that you got one shot at life and if you buggered it up, well, that was that.
He hadn't been concerned about buggering it up however. Six months into his first stint as an F1 doctor and he knew he'd met the one. Katie was everything he could have ever wanted and more. She was bubbly and funny and smart, also a junior doctor, though she was training for a pediatrics placement. He knew she'd be great with kids. She had the temperament and such a warm way about her that made kids smile and erased some of the worries from their parent's faces. She was also gorgeous and a bloody good shag in bed. Unlike most girls he'd dated, she didn't pull faces at his sometimes crass sense of humour, and she didn't care that he wasn't the most attractive bloke. She brought out the best in him, his apartment had never been cleaner, he'd never cooked proper meals before and now that she'd agreed to move in with him, they made the perfect image of two young doctors madly in love between eighteen hour shifts.
When Katie missed out on the pediatrician consultant's role Owen was gutted. She'd worked her backside off and would have been great in her interview with their clinical lead. He couldn't fathom that anyone could be better suited to the job than her.
'Babe,' she said one night as they were cuddled up on the sofa, resting her hand on his knee, 'would you ever consider moving?'
'You don't like the flat anymore?'
She smiled and squeezed in tighter. 'No, I mean, moving to another city. Somewhere outside London.'
Owen found her question perplexing. She'd never mentioned wanting to move before. They were both London born and bred. 'Anywhere you had in mind?' he asked, curious as to where she was going with this.
Katie sat up a little straighter on the sofa, so that she could face him and make sure he had her full attention. She took one of his hands and clasped both of her own over it. 'There's a pediatric slot open in Cardiff,' she said. 'Just a temporary twelve month contract. But I was thinking it might be good for both of us. There's so much competition in London for everything. I know you've been putting off applying for any surgical rotations.'
'I like A and E,' Owen insisted.
'You're better than that and you know it. A smaller city isn't going to have a million junior doctors trying to get into the same handful of slots.' She cast her eyes down into his lap. 'Besides, I might have already applied and they've tentatively said yes.'
That got Owen's attention. He sat up and reached for her face, kissing her. 'That's amazing. Of course we can go.' He'd go anywhere for Katie. And maybe she was right. They had good hospitals in Cardiff, for all his teasing about medicine practiced outside of London being the equivalent of trepanning and leeches. Maybe he could get a specialty rotation. You had to be ruthless for that kind of thing in London and he didn't have the patience for all the brown-nosing and the research studies he'd have to do on his own time just to get his name noticed and in contention. He'd seen how hard Katie had worked and still come home empty-handed. A move could be just the thing they needed to really get both their careers going. And a nice house with a bit of yard out the back for the kids he hoped they'd have when he finally got around to proposing.
Now, standing here in the cemetery, he wished they'd never come. Katie had taken to Wales like a duck to water. She was forever telling him how wonderfully green everything was, and how much nicer the view of the bay over that muddy old Thames. Now he hated how green the grass was, and how it would soon come to cover his beloved fiancé's grave. This wouldn't have happened if they'd just stayed in London. She'd still be alive and happy and whole, not with some terrible alien parasite growing inside her brain.
It had felt good to throw a fist at the man who had done nothing to save her. How dare he turn up here and try to spoil Owen's grief. He wanted to deck the American so that he could haul him back to the hospital and prove to everyone that he wasn't the one going crazy. The man really was there. He'd seen the alien thing that had been writhing inside Katie's head which had poisoned the surgeons in the room the minute they tried to remove it. This man had falsified everything, including how they'd died. He'd covered up Katie's death and a half dozen more like it was the most normal thing in the world, leaving Owen looking like he'd lost his mind.
'You need a purpose,' the American told him once Owen had strangled him to his satisfaction, letting him finally get back to his feet. 'I'm building something. I need a medic.'
Owen shook his head. He could have any doctor he wanted. Why did he want to add insult to injury by asking him? The guy wanted him to work with him, chasing aliens. It was absurd. There was no such thing as aliens. Whatever had been inside Katie's brain was just... It couldn't be.
The man insisted he couldn't just go back to how his life had been before. Katie's memory would haunt him in every corner and hallway. What he was offering Owen was a second chance to do something worthwhile. Something to make up for losing Katie, to protect the lives of others. It was the second chance he didn't think he deserved or even wanted, but Jack was right. What the hell else was he supposed to do now?