Second meeting. (Owen and Gylfie)

[Owen Harper]

(Setting: first season; after Ianto and Owen met Bryan. Second time Owen met Gylfie)

Owen leaned back in his chair. He had his keyboard on his left lap. He was tapping his fingers on the arm rest as he was whistling good fast beat of ‘Amazing Grace’ by a Celtic band name Seven Nations. Well, it wasn’t named Amazing Grace but ‘God’s Way’ or something. It was a catchy tune. It was a tune that floats in your head and takes days to get away. It was a mix of bag pipe, and electric music.

Taking a deep breath, Owen’s stomach growled. He had his attention on the computer screen. It was Janet’s biology readings. He hit F5 button every five seconds. He was looking for some change. He swore he got that feeling something was wrong. He was determined to find it.

He was alone in Torchwood. The team had gone out. Owen had been expecting the little kangaroo visitor. He had gone out of his way to fix his hair, and look more decent. He was hoping he can get some time with Gylfie. He had to be on good behavior or Jack will have his knee caps. Jack was no fun. But Owen could hope and have fantasies of naughty things. Come on its Owen and he was a man!

He took another breath. He looked at his watch on his wrist. It had been three hours looking for something. He knows there was something to be found. He was determined to find it. Was he going to sleep tonight? Was this nagging feeling going to run around in his mind?

He took another breath, closed his eyes and let the weight of his head lean back. He was thinking what if I was a cell. If I was a cell, what would I want? To do my job, but…Owen eyes looked over at the direction where he heard noise.

He stood up from his chair, pulled his shirt down. He ran his hands through his hair and he stopped himself. What was he doing? Oh He wanted to impress her. He smiled, “Jack said we go out for Chinese,” Owen said half lying. He was hungry and he wanted Chinese but Jack never mentioned taking her out on a date.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie is currently wearing this.

"No, Mum, I'm not with a boy, I'm at work! Stop being so suspicious... Mum? Mum!?" Static answered Gylfie, crackling at the end of the line. In the background, she could hear pots hitting each other, like someone was preparing a meal. Agatha Murdoch, her mother, had completely forgotten about the phone call. This was not the first time. This turn of events left Gylfie with two options: wait or hang up. She opted for the latter and pressed the flashing red button on her phone.

It was a relatively warm day for Cardiff. It had been a day full of changing temperatures, from the moment Gylfie had stepped from the cool cabin of the plane and into the warm sunshine, to the step through the heated reception area into the frigid temperatures of the corridors. She was dressed in a knee-length dress, blue and white in color, with a navy belt around her waist. It was not the appropriate attire for the hub and she entered through the circular portal while rubbing her bare arms.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed up throughout the room, bouncing back at her a few times. She cringed and began to walk up to Jack's office, searching for the others at the same time. Her brown eyes swept the room in wide arcs. She was up five steps before she spotted Owen. "Oh, hello."

Owen had always been a bit of a player and Gylfie had caught that from the first moment they met. He was suave and cool, confident in his movements, but frustratingly self-obsessed. It was easy to see that he used more beauty products than her. A small siren sounded in the back of her head as he told her Jack's plan.

They must be out on a mission... She tilted her head and smiled, walking back down the steps. Her dress fluttered around her legs and she was momentarily fixated. I like this dress. Hmm. It doesn't seem like Jack would leave me with Owen. Not a poor, defenseless young lady. Yet, he must have. Oh, I could do with a good meal after that airline food. Yes, yes, that must've been what he was thinking.

"Doctor Owen Harper," she said sweetly, reaching out to shake his hand. "Chinese food sounds like heaven right now."

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[Owen Harper]

Owen had to depend on beauty products to patch his broken self-esteem inside. Owen could not erase his mother’s words out his mind. She said to Owen ‘you never good enough’ and ‘you never be someone’.Owen had to eye Gylfrie. He was letting his eyes play along and we hold back on those thoughts. Use your imagination. Who knows it might be worse than Owen. He liked a woman wearing a dress, but again his imagination goes racing off. But knee length was fun for his imagination. He gave her smirk. He took her hand, a slight pause he shook it. He was about to kiss her hand. He decided to play it safe. She had to call him Doctor Owen Harper. It was very formal and took the joy out.

But, “Heaven we shall go,” headed to her heaven comment. He pulled off his lab white coat off. He gone over to the keyboard and hit the F5 button again. He quickly studied the screen with his eyes. He could not find anything. That will bug him. He needed to take a break.

He grabbed his keys off his desk, “Glad you made it,” he said and he held the look over. He wondered he would get far. No. He had to behave. “Are you going to be on your best behavior?” he smirked. In the back of his mind, he had to treat her proper and respect for Jack’s case.

He offered his arm to her. That could be innocent. He was hoping for more. But he needed her to hint him on. Oh, he liked it. It was he wanted her to play at his ego and make him want to chase her down. That made it more willing and Owen would like accept a challenge. He gave her a sly grin. The grin shows he up to no good and he does not realize he has that smile. “May I escort to the chariot, luv?”

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; I can't really understand some of the
things you wrote in your last post, so I'm just going by
what I did understand, okay? c: I'm sorry if this is a
bit jumbled.

Gylfie draped herself against the desk as she watched Owen take off his coat and hit a button on the keyboard. The computer screens flickered momentarily and then refreshed, repeating the same charts and tables. There appeared to be no change, though she hadn't been studying the computers. Her eyes were moving from Owen's smiling face to the security camera footage of Janet moving around in the cells.

"Behave, Doctor," she said absentmindedly, squinting at the the Weevil. "We wouldn't want anything inappropriate happening."

For a few more seconds, she watched the beast and then turned to fix Owen with a suspicious stare. His arm was offered. She had missed his last question, but it was apparent that he was waiting to escort her. Slowly, she reached out and linked arms with him, smiling when the connection was made.

This act of chivalry was a nice change. She half expected to feel his hand on the small of her back at any moment, but as they walked to wherever he was leading her, she remained grope-free. Perhaps Owen had changed? This wasn't the sender of flirtatious messages. This wasn't the man that had smooth-talked his way into dozens of girls' hearts... and beds. He actually seemed like a gentleman.

He's planning something, I just know it... Gylfie thought, sending Owen a sly look from the corner of her eye. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she stepped over a random sock. Well, that's strange. A sock. What the heck is a sock doing in the middle of the hub?

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[Owen Harper]

"Behave, Doctor," she said absentmindedly, squinting at the the Weevil. "We wouldn't want anything inappropriate happening.

“Hum,” Owen replied.

He felt the old pain in his neck and his chest. The old memory pain was from the Weevil fighting cage. He had volunteered to face Janet alone in the fighting cage. He did not need to be told to go in the cage with a gun pointing at him. It was Owen’s choice. He decided to face his death. Captain Jack Harkness had saved him from being killed by Janet.

The sock! The sock belonged to Owen. He showered and put new fresh clothe on before Gylfie showed in the HUB. He decided to pretend the sock did not exist. He wanted to pull her close and kiss her. No, he decided not to do that. The moment would be wrong.
The whole thing was wrong.

He stayed quiet as he guided her to his blue sports car. He opened the passenger door for her and he pulled his arm free and walked around his blue car. He did not shut the door for her. He got in the driver side.

He moved his hand over to her, “You’re sitting on a pen,” he said. There was no pen. But it was a great move on his behalf for a grope. “We don’t need the bugger goin’ up?”

(ooc tell me in a pm how that came out? God I think I work a hour on that!)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; Oh my! I can't believe you wrote that
about the pen! c; Oh, that's so bad.
Naughty.

This might be a bit confusing or, well, weak.
I'm tired now and my fingers hurt from all
the typing I did earlier. I still need to reply
to Bryan Wilkeson... c:

The click click of Gylfie's heels eventually quietened to an echoing as she and Owen exited the Torchwood Hub. Silence soon greeted her ears. She had half expected Owen to make a move, but he seemed intent on getting to the car and opening the door for her. Perhaps he had changed! This was certainly an improvement. Someone must've started coaching him in how to get women... or maybe he was possessed by an alien.

She was still thinking about his newfound manners when he mentioned that she was sitting on a pen. His fingers brushed her arm momentarily and she smiled, moving to raise herself off the seat for a second... and then he continued talking.

We don't need the bugger going up? She'd been expecting some sort of innuendo eventually. Owen, true to his nature, had provided it.

"Oh, you jerk!" She said, frowning at him. Her hand fumbled around on the seat, searching for a pen that may very well not be there. "I knew this was too good to be true."

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[Owen Harper]

“On the contrary, I am an irresistible jerk,” Owen said self-assuredly. He knew who he was. He had no problem admitting it. He pulled his right hand away from her bottom. “I assumed I had left my pen there and I didn’t. I am sorry,” he said subtly. “And I had ignored the manners of chivalry. I am sorry. I am truly sorry,” he said with a sorrowfully look. It was a laughable look because Owen was trying to disguise his failure. He never succeeds. Hard as he tries but he could never.

Owen turned the key in the ignition and he fired up his Honda 2000s. It was quiet car. It was smooth. A driver could easily try to start the car again because it was that silent. It was not an electric car either. Owen placed his hands on the three o’clock and nine o’clock position on his leather steering wheel.

“Right Chinese food,” he said. “Strap in, luv. Oh would you want me too?”

[OOC I would love to go longer. But that's question stopped me. And thanks for the pointers.]

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; I adore helping people, so if you ever
need help, don't hesitate to ask.

As for that last question... Was Owen making
another sexual joke or was he simply asking
her if he should have his seat belt on too?

Gylfie frowned at Owen, trying to decide what to say next. It was true that she found him attractive, with his porcelain skin and cheeky smile, but she would never admit that. He had a large enough ego without her agreeing to anything he said.

Eventually she settled into her seat, ignoring his apologies. With her arms crossed and her lower lip out in a pout, she looked like an unamused child. Under the dashboard, her foot tapped the floor impatiently.

Given the opportunity to continue sulking, she would have, but putting on her seat belt was reasonable. The belt connected with a satisfying click. She settled back into the chair and watched as Cardiff began to pass by. Sitting in such a beautiful car made her feel luxurious and, for a split second, she imagined sitting here every day, hanging out with Owen and the other Torchwood Cardiff members.

But I would miss the others... She thought sadly, beginning to worry about her team mates. Would they remember to feed their wards? They had a meeting with the prime minister today. I wonder how it went. Oh, I hope they didn't spoil it.

[Owen Harper]

Owen turning the wheel as he drove into a left turn, he was assessing about the blood in Janet. He had possibility images proceeding in his head. He was extremely silent. He had pressed a button on his mini-computer on his dashboard. The road map popped up. He took a right turn. The red blip on the screen was two squares away where the blue blip was. The blue blip advanced to the red blip. The red blip gone little faster, Owen pressed the accelerator down to speed his car forward.

“Up for a hasty date?” he asked. He slammed on the brakes, tugged the wheel sharp as the car screamed to cut a corner. “Hammer shot,” he muttered. “A sloppy one too,” he was mumbling under his breath. “Hoping this will be a quick one,” he added.

The red blip was travelling faster it looked like a cheap video game. The blue blip was after the red chip. “Come on,” Owen said. “Did I mention a scenic route to the Chinese restaurant? Over there is a nice museum,” he told her as the sped by it. “That is the cinema. Sorry we can't stop. And over there is our little mate,” Owen said slamming on the brakes and actually pulled out his arm protectively front of Gylfie’s chest. It had not been a trick move but a second shielding reaction on Owen’s behalf. The car really had a rapid reaction to stopping on a dime. He placed the free hand back on the steering wheel.

The other car spun around down the street, and it was coming toward Owen and Gylfie. That was uncalled for Owen thought. You little sh&!, he thought to himself but that could had escaped his mouth. He yanked his car prompted it to the right onto the road on the right. He maneuvered his car from slamming into a huge long lorry that was indeed fully loaded with goods. He banged his hand on the steering wheel. The red bip disappeared on the small computer screen. “That takes cares of part one of our date.”

(you know if you feel she want to do something add in your reply. We can always fix it. I am planning to bring Fish head back in for the future)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; I'll work with what you give me. c: I'm
not one to roleplay action or drama as much,
so as long as you're taking lead in those
areas, then I should be fine.

Worried thoughts were still echoing in her head when Owen started driving madly. She didn't realize that they had started speeding until sonic bleeps started resonating in her ears. She was hastily pulled out of her stupor. They were going well over the speed limit, dodging cars and pedestrians.

Gylfie tried to reply to Owen, but she was tugged quickly to the side as he turned another corner. Her heart was in her throat, her stomach at her feet. The airline dinner she'd had a few hours ago felt as though it were storming up her throat, but she clenched her teeth and braced herself for the rest of the journey.

Owen had begun to explain the area to her, pointing out landmarks and apologizing for not being able to stop. As Gylfie started to nod, Owen's foot hit the brake pedal, causing a whiplash reaction. His arm broke the force as she bounced forward, suddenly grateful for the protection of the seat belt. Although she now felt bruised and battered, she was feeling mighty lucky. Had Owen not told her to put on her belt, she would be the consistency of jam, splattered all over the windshield.

At this point, she just closed her eyes, waiting for Owen to finish his pursuit. She heard him make a small noise of displeasure and the car swung wildly again before being jolted to a halt. The bleeping of the dashboard computer stopped.

"That takes care of part one of our date," Owen said to her, almost cheekily.

"Since when was this a date?" Gylfie said quietly after opening and closing her jaw a few times. Every bone in her body ached. "What were you chasing? Where the heck are we?"

The seat belt had left an imprint on her throat. She removed the belt cautiously and began to stretch her arms. Her shoulders popped loudly, her elbows clicking as she relieved the built-up stress in her joints.

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[Owen Harper]

"Since when was this a date?" Gylfie said quietly

“A pretty woman in my car is a date,” he bluntly replied. Owen was drumming his hands against the steering wheel. How could he let dumb fish head slip through his fingers? “That was Idiot, all capital letters. Idiot Charlie, the blow fish head had been using a rift manipulator to come to our planet and steal things. He stole my car. I am not happy. Nobody steals my car and gets away with it.” He narrowed his eyes in anger. It was the truth. It was very personal to Owen. He wished for to break fish head’s skull for nicking his first car he earned as a doctor.

Turning his head to stare at her, “You okay? You want to step out for fresh air. Oh, that sounded like a pick up line. I did not mean it that way. I want to be certain you have no broken bones.” He kept his eyes on her eyes. She had pretty eyes. He gave her a half grin, “Trust me,” he told her. The Torchwood Three member had desired to worship and conquer the Australian on her visit in UK. He recognized he could not keep her. He had to toss her back and let her go back in Australia. The kangaroo lass had shown a little tease but she did not try to please Owen like Toshiko. That was good. He hated someone trying to please him. It was creepy! It was like Tosh had done the work and Owen was like…this is too easy. I hate it. On the other hand, he had liked Tosh a bit more he wanted to admit. He did not admit that yet. Not to himself yet. And having a relationship with Tosh at Torchwood might be a big mistake. Owen avoided at all cost. Tosh was marked off his list! He let her know by snarky remarks.

“If you appreciated that fast chase. You can stay with us?” Owen said getting out of his car. It seemed Owen had decided that Gylfie needed to be examined. He walked on the other side of his car. He waved her out of the car with his right hand. “Come on out,” he said. “All pretty ladies step out of my car. It’s examination time. We will not proceed to next location.” He was of course flirting like a wild card. “So step out.” He had a half smirk on. Gylfie was like a scare cat and Owen was the big bad dog. He could not blame her not trusting him. He knew his reputation. He would respect her if she declined. He waited for her.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie rolled her eyes at his criteria for a "date". She'd never met a doctor who took up the occupation of player in his spare time. Nevertheless, she sat silently and listened as he explained what they had been tracking.

The first thought that came to mind, was oh, no wonder it had a tracking device on it. Always the rationalist, Gylfie had been contemplating how the Torchwood unit could get a device on an aliens vehicle. Knowing that it was Owen's car enlightened her. This was a personal vendetta more than anything else. Sure, catching the fish-alien was important, but Owen really wanted his car back. The little red bleep on the monitor was the only indication he had left.

As he addressed her, she turned her head to stare at him and was startled to find him looking back intently. Fresh air? This seemed like a trick, yet his face portrayed a genuinely worried man. For a split second, she wanted to smile back, but she kept the same wide-eyed and innocent expression. Her eyes grew wider as he got out of the car and suggested that she stayed in Cardiff... forever.

For quite a while, she had considered moving, but it just seemed impossible. Eventually, her team would move on and find someone else to make their coffee and order their lunches, but she couldn't imagine living a day without their drama and arguments. They were her (much older) children and she was their (very young) mother. No, she couldn't move. No one would benefit from her moving. She knew the ways of both of the teams and when transporting alien technology, she was the one to go to.

Upon arriving back in the real world (falling hard, straight from Lalaland), Gylfie found herself gazing blankly at Owen's right hand. It moved backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, ushering her out of the vehicle. She faintly heard the words "examination time" through her closed window. She hesitated, her eyes wide again.

Examination time? What a perv. She thought curtly, squinting her eyes venomously at him.

She wanted to stay in the car and continue deliberating over which team she would rather. Unfortunately, the pain riddling her body was too hard to ignore. Giving a defeated sigh, she stepped out of the car, throwing the door shut gently behind her. She wobbled uncertainly on the tarmac, her legs getting used to the new consistency.

"Don't get too touchy, Doctor!" She warned, placing her hands sternly on her hips.

[Owen Harper]

[ooc Email got response from Gylfie player to receive damage report. If Gylfie replies to this post than she affirm it is okay. I am clear being trouble. )

The blood dripping out corner of Gylfie’s mouth had set forward emotions of guilt in Owen. He felt bad because he had been too aggressive chasing the fish head alien. It was his doing that Gylfie got injured. Gylfie is not a member of Cardiff team and he got her a bloodied tongue. Captain Jack Harkness ordered Owen not take it to personal about the stolen car.

Pulling out the latex gloves out of in his front pocket, he placed them on. “Open your mouth slow,” he asked her. He peered to look in her mouth. “Bit tongue. I don’t see any broken teeth,” he reported to her.

He gently massaged her neck of the red mark from the seat belt. “We got an Indian burn mark. You might want avoid straining your voice for a day or two,” he told her. He could have warned her that it was going to be a rough car chase.

The angle he was observing her neck, he caught a red mark on her head. He stood up taller, moved closer and pulled his hands up to investigate the bruise. The young doctor felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. The worried man figured his leader going to strangle because Glyfie had a head injury.

“Head trauma,” Owen said. He feared the worst. “I need you slowly to sit down here on the curb if you can,” he asked her with a tone of passion. He held on to her. He had his left hand draped around her back and his other hand holding her to support her. He stopped as she yelped in a cry when her left hand clenched his hand. “Okay, don’t use that hand. Lean on me and I help you down,” he told her. He could smell her against him. He had his professionalism on. He had the will power for that.

He stayed on his knees, he held his hand up. “How many fingers do you see? Do you feel tired?” he questioned her holding three fingers. “What is your name? What year is it? Who is the leader of Torchwood Three? What was the departure time when you left Australia?” they were all good questions.

He yanked out of his other pocket a slender silver casing. It was the size of pencil holder. He opened it up. He held a thin silver tool. He gently touched held the little tool against her forehead. It was a quick second when he yanked it away. “Temperature up, by a degree little racing heart, making skin warmer. That is due to the trauma and excitement. That makes a normal for this adventure.”

He gave her a more physical check up by asking her to move her limbs. He was looking dislocation limbs. From all he had found, she seemed she be fine.

“So?” he asked her looking at her. He had to know what she wanted. After all Owen clearly got her beat up. Jack going yell at Owen for being an dumb idiot.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie waited patiently as Owen checked her over. His eyes could be felt gliding over her expertly as he scanned for bumps and bruises. Occasionally, he would find something not to his standards and ask her to move or stretch. When he noticed the stream of blood coming from her mouth, she obeyed, wincing as the muscle constricted at the movement.

Indian burn, head trauma, a lacerated tongue - it was all expected stuff. She grasped his hand gratefully, bending to sit as he instructed. Needles of pain ran up her arm and she cried out loudly. She didn't mean to make Owen feel worse, but her hand really hurt. It was like pins of molten lead were climbing through her fingers and into her forearm.

"Three fingers, Gylfie Murdoch, 2005, Captain Jack Harkness -" she stopped answering his questions and put a palm against her head instead. It throbbed and ached, but she was absolutely fine. "Owen, I know all of this."

She continued watching as he pulled what appeared to be a thermometer from his pocket. He touched it to her head so softly that she let a smile fall across her face. This gentleman was back again, though she knew it was probably just him being formal as a doctor.

After a few more prods, he announced that she was fine.

"So, what?" She asked, shuffling to free her skirt from her heel. "You were after your car and I understand that. Nothing to it." She smiled again and leaned to stand up, making sure to use her right hand instead of the left.

[Owen Harper]

“Yea,” he said. He moved to the back of his car. He opened the boot of the Honda 2000S. He opened his secondary medical case he kept in the boot. He strolled over back to Gylfie. “Doctor’s job is not done until patient has at least a bandage,” he commented with a lopsided charming smile. “I am going to sling the hand.” He pulled out this alien green foam that he molded in a shape that would support her hand. “This slipped in our world. I’ve been toying with it. I learned it makes a great sling.” Owen explained partial of the truth to Gylfie. The sling foam was something Jack had told Owen to keep in Torchwood. Owen disobeyed Jack. It was the first time Owen used the foam. It was for something else on an alien planet but it won’t do anything to Gylfie. He placed it on her sprained hand. “Sorry this hurts,” he told under his breath. He carefully moved the foam more around her hand, and he took the bandage and wrapped it around her. He pulled out a cloth, “Slinging your arm,” he continued carefully placing her hand in the sling. “There. Yea, we need Chinese. This will be my last dinner because Jack will kill me when he sees you like this.” He had gone back to the boot of the Honda. He placed everything back and slammed the cover down.

He gone over to open the passenger door for her, “Carefully,” he warned her. “Any pain, tell me.”

“You know,” he was adding. “I am not all bad. I mean I am known to torture people in happy relationships. This is part of it. I need to torture you more,” he smirked at her. "I need to be sure your buckled up," he winked at her.