Taking for granted (open Toshiko only for now)

[Owen Harper]

Finishing his work, Owen stood up from his stool. He stretched his arms out. He thought breathing in because that was only way he can breathe. He had to think to make it happen. Rolling his eyes, Owen hated he had to think to make that body function work.

“Breath,” Owen said out loud for Toshiko to hear. “We take it for granted.” He grabbed his leather jacket. He looked at it in his broken left hand that he could not feel the oily skin on the tips of his finger. He could not smell the leather either. He really can’t feel the weight either. Heck the broken pinkie will never heal. The cut on his pawn will not heal. The left hand is broken for ever for Owen. “Touch is another,” Owen said in a bitter low tone. Sliding his arms in the sleeves of the jacket, he can’t feel the hug-ness warmth either. Owen was bitter and regretted he broke his pinkie when he got mad at Toshiko. He took the anger on himself and broke his finger. It was the dumbest thing Owen could do.

There was problem being un-dead is having human needs and psychology problems. He was literally dead but his brain function because he is able to speak, think and have emotions. The few things that still work, thank god for that, Owen thought at times.

Taking a glance at Toshiko, Owen watched her do her things. He was thinking you can feel the keyboards. He saw the cup Toshiko had beside her at her workstation. And you can taste.

Quickly looking away, Owen regret being what and who he is, “Thanks by Jack,” Owen said to himself. Owen knew he was brilliant but when things are quiet it was a living hell for Owen. He needed to get away.

Maybe I could ask Toshiko to go to the pool hall and shoot some pool. I really don’t want to be alone. Not taking a chance to be rejected, Owen turned quickly, “Toshiko, remember you said you be there when I am scared?” Owen sounded like the little kid. “I am scared.” Owen admitted. That was another part of Owen he started to learn. He had to admit he had weakness and that was one of them. He can’t do it alone.

[Toshiko Sato]

Toshiko Sato sat at her work station and she took a sip of the coffee next to her computer. She knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea that it was there, because if it fell it would fry everything. Tosh sighed and she continued to type. She was looking for rift activities, one of the things that they should be monitoring, and as in they, Tosh.

She looked around and thought that the place was kind of empty. Ianto, Jack, and Gwen weren’t in sight and she figured that they went on their own mission. Lovely. Here, this is one of the reasons why Tosh believed she didn’t belong on the team. She heard Owen say breathe. She shook her head. “one of the many things, I guess.” Tosh replied after he made the comment on touch. She stopped and looked down at Owen.

Toshiko would never admit, never did admit out loud that she had feelings for Owen, and it pained her to see him and Gwen. It pained her to know that he was a womanizer and that he would pick up any other girl but her. She figured it might be awkward for them since they worked together.

Tosh looked at Owen and she listened. She did remember when she said that. She meant every word with her heart. She would swear that to the grave. Tosh looked at him sympathetically during his little pause. When he admitted he was scared, she gave him a soft smile. She stood up and took a few steps closer to him. “you want to go out some where, talk maybe?” she asked him curiously.

[Owen Harper]

“Why we don’t we shoot pool?” Owen said. Owen was not sure he was up to talking. Smiling to Toshiko, “I owe you,” he held his broken hand up and showed her. “And for once why don’t you tell me about your grandfather who is 88,” he said and waiting for Toshiko to walk with him. He had the feeling that death will come out for him again. He forced a breath in and a sigh out by thinking it. He walked aside Toshiko to his blue sports car.

He walked to the passenger side, opened the car passenger door for Toshiko, “You may call it a date. But you be doing all the eating and drinking, Toshiko.” Two things Owen miss doing. He closed the car door for Toshiko, walking to the driver side, Owen got inside the diver side. He slid on his seat belt. He drove them to a pool hall. Owen was silent and listening to his car HD radio that was playing pop rock music.

Smirking, Owen was thinking how Toshiko did not have to worry about Owen’s making breathing noses or better Owen can sneak up behind people. He was trying to find the good side to cheer himself up. He gave up and the smirk slid away. Slamming on his brake pedal, the car screeched hard at a red light, “%@%! “ Owen said slamming the wheel with his hand, “Sorry, my mind was occupied.”

[Toshiko Sato]

Tosh looked at him and nodded. She stood up and grabbed her bag. She stood up and shook her head about the comment about her grandfather. She looked at him and she then said “would you rather go somewhere quiet to talk?” she looked at him with a worried face.

Tosh got into the car and chuckled at his comment. “right. that’s how I always imagined our first date. Me eating like a fat bother and you watching.” she teased. Things seemed different with Owen since he had died. Part of her missed the old Owen, the jerky womanizer Owen, but the other half loved the new one. She put her seat belt on and she waited for Owen to get into the car.

Tosh felt the seat belt lock when he slammed on the break. She shook her head and she then said “its fine, don’t worry about it.” she then looked out the window.

[Owen Harper]

Owen looked at Toshiko while his blue sports car sat at the red light, “I like to differ. You are not fat.” He turned his head back to looking at the red light. “Bother… well?” he made an Owen smirk.

Looking at his hands on the steering wheel, he had no sense of feeling the wheel. God, Owen wanted some action with the opposite gender. He could not respond in a fashion to pleasure.

“Talk,” Owen said and letting the word die off in the air. He twitched his right eye. He wanted to talk but he wanted to rant. But deep down he did not want to lay it on Tosh. He tightened his hands on the wheel. This was his doing. “Sitting here at this red light, see how we sit here. Hello red light?” Owen lifted his right hand at the light and waved at it. “oh, we got green!”

But Owen does move the car and drives them to the pool hall. He gets out of the car, slams his door and gave Tosh a disgusted look. “You can’t beat your self-esteem, Tosh. That is my job,” he pointed at his chest and he smirked at her. Walking to the pool hall, “I really hate when you steal my job.” He held door for her. “God I can’t smell you…” he muttered. A very beautful lady walked out. Owen gave her a charming smile, "Nice..." he watched her walk away. "Nice," he said and then he goes sour. "And not a physical reaction. Not one."