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[remindmeofthe]

Torchwood drabble, set in the Owen in the recent past 'verse. I should probably work on one of the three papers I have due on Wednesday or something.



Owen is absolutely fucking floored when Ianto comes down to check on him after Lisa's rampage. He wouldn't have thought himself to really rate on Ianto's current list of priorities.

The sheer relief on Ianto's face when he sees Owen explains everything, though. "Thank god," he breathes, touching Owen's arm like he's making sure that Owen is really there. Owen looks at the blood on Ianto's suit and the tear tracks on his face and wonders where he ever got off thinking that Ianto had gotten away with something.

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[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

Ouch--that's just painful (in a truly excellent way). The offer of fic exchange still stands, once you've finished your papers. ^_~

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

Yes! I am totally working on those papers. And not at all watching "They Keep Killing Suzie," making cracks to myself about Owen feeling inexplicable surges of empathy for Suzie's predicament, and being amazed at Jack having a go at this "taking responsibility for his actions" thing he's heard so much about.

I really don't know how I've ever passed a single class in my entire life.

I'll let you know if I come up with any requests for a fic exchange. In the meantime, the comments are plenty of encouragement. It's so nice to know that I'm not just flinging these things out into the void.