Author: sellthelie PM
...there has to be something, anything you remember that can explain it all. OwenxGwenRated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Words: 741 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-17-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3790320
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Pairing: Owen/Gwen (Torchwood)
Rating: Any Age
Summary: "...there has to be something, anything you remember that can explain it all."
Warnings: 580 words of complete silliness. You have been warned! I haven't seen that much of Torchwood, so no spoilers, just uses something from the first episode.
A/N: Another fandom, another OTP. When will it ever end?! I can't ship everything. Oh wait, I do. sigh
"I don't really remember anything."
"You have to remember something."
"I was bored, it had been really quiet. I was nearly falling asleep in my chair," she said rubbing her eyes. She stared into the light, "all I could hear was the water out there, and Owen throwing some ball against the wall."
"That's it? That is all you remember?" She didn't need to look at him to see the disbelief on his face.
"Uh-huh, we were talking a little, about how quiet watch duty was."
"I think I went and made us a cup of tea."
She turned and looked at the desk, seeing the two cups, full and seemingly untouched. "Possibly."
"You need to help me here Gwen, not a lot of sense is coming through. I left you both not four hours ago, and Owen has disappeared, and I find you in that state, and you can't remember a thing."
"I'd like to remember. It wasn't really my finest hour, you finding me like that."
"Alright then, after you made the tea. What did you do?"
She closed her eyes, trying to see something, anything that would show her what had happened. Cupboards flashed in front of her eyes, but they weren't opening. "I think I was looking around, there is still so much I don't know about this place. I must have started exploring or something."
"In what room? There are a few of them."
"I'm not sure, I don't remember it that well. I don't think I go in there much, if at all."
"What did it look like?"
"It's like a storage room, full of cupboards. All the doors are locked though, but not with locks. It's as if they are fused shut."
"Did you get them open?" Jack crouched in front of her chair.
"I didn't, Owen did I think. He must have, I started looking through them."
"And what did you see?"
"Various bits and pieces, alien things. I hadn't seen any of it before," she opened her eyes.
"Is there something distinct? Anything that could have affected you, addled you."
"I didn't really touch them, Owen showed me them, and told me what they were."
"There must have been something that didn't seem quite right, anything."
"It was all not quite right, it's alien."
Jack crossed the floor of his office, "I don't understand this at all. How could you lose hours of your life, Owen be in the wind, and there be no sign of a struggle, or disturbance of any kind. No readings of anything happening, there has to be something, anything you remember that can explain it all."
She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, "a smell."
"What kind of smell?"
"A good smell, a really nice smell."
"Where did it come from?"
"Hmm, a bottle, like a cologne bottle."
Jack turned quickly, "did Owen spray it?"
"Yeah, he wasn't going to, but I have a bit of a thing for men's cologne, so I insisted."
"And then what happened?" He asked urgently.
"That's when it all goes black, I remember nothing from then, until you found me." He walked back across the room, and threw open the door. "Jack? What are you doing?" She called after him.
"I'm going to find him, and then, I'm going to kill him."