A/N: I couldn't sleep, and I was thinking about this story, so I decided to write Diane's letters.

Dear Gwen,

By the time Owen hands this to you, I won't be here anymore. I'm headed back to the sky, hoping I can get back to my own time. I don't belong here. I thought I could stay and make things work, but it's too different here for me.

I'm very sorry I slept with your Owen. If I had known how deep your feelings ran for him, I wouldn't have. He needs you, Gwen. He might not act like he does, but I can tell he has fallen in love with you. I think he is scared of what that might mean. Don't let him run away. He won't make a move on you as anything more than someone to sleep with while you have that boyfriend of yours. But I can tell he's hurting because he wants to be with you.

You are a strong woman, Gwen. You're even stronger for putting up with Owen. I sincerely hope you can forgive him for being with me. I think he was missing you and wishing I were you. I didn't mind. I'm used to being someone I'm not for men. I've been with several men thus far, some who were even married, and I need to tell you, Gwen, Owen acted just like the married men. Slightly guilty, but trying to enjoy themselves and trying to pretend that I was the one they really wanted to be with that night, but for some reason, they couldn't.

I'm leaving this letter on Owen's bed before I leave. I hope he's given it to you.

Thank you for everything you have done for Emma. I know she appreciates everything. If you could tell her that I left when you speak with her next, I would appreciate it. Tell her that I admire her for being able to stay in this new time.

Perhaps I shall see you again, if the sky takes me here.

Make him happy. Make yourself happy.

With Love,

Diane

Gwen just stared at the letter Owen had silently handed to her this morning, hands trembling. When Owen handed her the envelope and told her it was from Diane, Gwen had assumed it was some kind of thank you note, or perhaps asking Gwen for a favour. Owen didn't say anything about Diane leaving, so it came as a shock when she read Diane's words. Owen must be falling apart. She headed over to his desk to check on him, and he was staring at a piece of paper with a white scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Owen? You alright?" She rested her hands on his shoulders and lightly squeezed.

"I've been better. Did you read Diane's note?"

Gwen nodded, and then realized she was standing behind Owen and he couldn't see her. "Yeah, I did. It was interesting, to say the least."

"She wrote me one, too. Seems to think you and I are meant to be." He swiveled around in his chair to look at Gwen.

"Yeah? Funny that, she said the same thing to me." Gwen suddenly felt nervous under his gaze. They hadn't been together in several weeks, not since before they found Eugene and she hadn't known where they stood with each other. She assumed she was getting the kiss off when he swanned off with Diane, but now she wasn't so sure. Was Diane right? Did Owen have feelings for her more than just someone to shag? Could she leave Rhys to be with him? Well, that's a stupid question, really. Of course she would. She started fidgeting, waiting for Owen to say something.

Owen was curious about the letter Gwen received. He, too, had thought that the letter for Gwen was just a thank you note. His own letter had told him he should go after Gwen, and that Diane could tell she was interested in being with him, but he wasn't sure. He didn't know if he could do it. Could he really put his heart on the line like that? He hadn't asked anyone to be his girlfriend in many years. He just wasn't sure if he was ready, but if Gwen was, he could do it. He really wanted to see what Diane had written to Gwen, though, and he supposed he ought to offer Gwen his letter, too. "What'd it say?" Gwen wordlessly handed over her letter, and Owen offered her the note he had been left.

Dear Owen,

If you're reading this letter, I have left. I've gone back to fly my aeroplane and to see if I can somehow get back to my time. It's where I belong. I don't belong here.

Thank you for taking me in and for giving me some very fond memories. I will treasure them always.

I did notice one thing though, Owen. While you were with me, you were wishing you were with Gwen. Trust me, I've been with enough men to tell when they are thinking about someone else, and I watched the way you looked at her. Saw the way she looked at you, too. You both are completely oblivious to your own feelings. I can tell she has feelings for you, and your feelings for her are more than obvious.

Please, Owen, go after Gwen. I know that you are probably thinking you cannot do it while she has a boyfriend, but I can see her feelings for you in her eyes. All you have to do is ask, and I know she would say yes. Don't be afraid to go after what you want.

I've left a note I would like you to give to Gwen. Please make sure she gets it.

Thank you again. For everything. I hope you don't mind, I'm taking the dress with me. It's quite pretty.

With Love,

Diane

Owen and Gwen finished reading at the same time and they both dropped the letters they had been holding as they looked at each other. Neither knowing if they should make a move, if they could make a move. Hazel eyes met brown and neither would break their gaze. An entire stampede of Weevils could run through the hub, and they would still be standing there looking at each other. Each was trying to see each other's thoughts, trying to determine if Diane had been right. Owen held out his hand, and Gwen shyly placed her hand in his. He pulled her close until she stumbled against his legs. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her softly. Gwen wrapped her arms around Owen's neck and snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Very tentatively, Gwen said Owen's name.

"Yeah?"

"I want this. Always."

"Me too, Gwen. Me too."