Second meeting. (Owen and Gylfie)

[Owen Harper]

Owen liked when she smiled. She was beautiful when she showed her pearly white. She was not in his league. He never was in Boy Scott. She liked horses and he did not like horses. She liked grass he did not. She liked nature and he did not like. She did not like beer but he liked beer.

“You do know,” said Owen. “There is not a chance for us to date and too many uncommon things. But we both work for Torchwood. That is one. “

The waitress came with the bill. Owen took it and looked at it. He shook his head. “You saved me money,” he playfully told her. “

“So, what books do you read?” asked Owen. He was fishing to get to know her. He saw the waitress had left to fortune cookies. He took his, cracked the cookie in his in the wrapper. He opened the wrapper. Took the fortune out and read it. “Danger ahead,” he read. “That’s no news. But say it as in bed…Now that would be different. What does your say?”

[Gylfie Murdoch]

I didn't say I wanted to date you, Gylfie considered saying, but before she could speak, Owen had continued.

It was true, despite him saying it playfully. All in all, she would have saved him roughly thirty dollars. Water came free, but beer came at a cost. It was a useful habit... one that she was almost grateful for.

"Never lose the ability to find beauty in ordinary things," she said quietly, almost to herself. It fitted her almost perfectly. She was always looking for complex meanings or definitions for unimportant things, It was time to sit back and enjoy the simpler things.

She stared at the small piece of paper for a few more seconds before snapping out of her stupor.

"Books?" Faint confusion riddled her voice before she finally came back to reality. "Oh, I usually read factual things, such as biographies or animal studies. I enjoy the odd sci-fi novel too... things about aliens and the like, which is to be predicted." She laughed and leaned her chin into her right hand. "What about you? What do you like to read?"

[Owen Harper]

“I like reading romance novels,” said Owen with a wide smirk. He waved it off. “No. I enthralled with history and folk lore. I’ve been reading on fairies lore. I find the topic interesting. How people believe in fairies and how certain landscapes are made from them. I like to fantasy and science fiction too. A bit poetry and philosophy. Whatever the mood I am in,” he finished his last beer.

“So, now we can go,” he got up. He left money on the table for the bill. He looked at Gylfie. “Manners,” he pulled her chair out. “Madame,” he said to her.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie mirrored the smirk. There was no way, not even for a moment, that she believed Owen would read a romance novel. It seemed that this Diane girl he had previously spoken of, had tamed him, not the corny transcripts filled with love and other mushy stuff. She strongly believed that he would only read one if forced to! Perhaps a torture strategy...

He has an interesting choice in literature, I'll give him that, she thought seriously. At least he actually reads...

Gylfie stepped away from her chair gratefully when Owen pulled it back for her. Despite being full of chicken, rice and other various appetizers, she was still light on her feet. She was used to working in the strangest conditions, whether it included her being full of food or not. As gracefully as possible, she curtsied, dipping her head in thanks.

"Thank you kind sir," she said softly, before straightening up again. "Will you be dropping me off at my apartment?"

Ooc; I can't remember if they were going
back to the Hub or if he was dropping her
off at her house or if they were going some
place else. -shrug-

[Owen Harper]

ooc I reply Sunday or Monday. =)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; Okey dokey. c:

[Owen Harper]

“Yes,” replied Owen. He done the open the door for the lady and let her walk first. He walked to where his car was. It was gone. He stood there blinking. He punched the air. “He did it again!”

His car pulled up, fish head stuck his head out of the car. “I say, you got good cars!” The fish head grinned and burned rubber.

Owen was pulling out his gun from the back. He opened fire quickly on his own car. The rear tire blew out and the car spun a bit and did a complete stop. Owen ran for it. He had left Gylfie behind or she could follow.

Owen shot a few more rounds attempting to hit the fish head. “I am going to kill you! I don’t care what Jack says,” he yelled at the fish head. The fish head ran, cut to a corner, and Owen followed him. He ran around the corner and he got hit by bits and parts of a blowing up post box. Fish head shoved a grenade in the mail box to get Owen. It worked and fish head got away.

Owen cringed in pain when he felt a piece of metal in his cheek and near his eyebrow. He lucky his jacket took most the damage. That was the good thing about leather. But blood was dripping from the steel sliver.

He was angry. He had opened fire in public. He brought attention to himself. He had Gylfie with him. Torchwood had not been notified. He grabbed his phone out quickly, he dialed Torchwood. He got no ring tone. The phone was dead. He looked at it. It had a message. The message was ‘bang’

“How?” he sighed. He looked for Gylfie or a pay phone. He needed to call Torhcwood.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie followed Owen to where he had parked the car, gasping when she saw it was gone. The gasp returned when the alien rolled up leisurely to the curb and taunted Owen. Gylfie rarely saw aliens that looked like aliens - the aliens she met were either human-looking or primitive blobs of goo. Although he looked like an average Earth fish, Gylfie had never seen something so freaky.

In her moment of shock, Owen had run away, screaming profanities at the alien. Gylfie couldn't move, her knees locked from fear. She watched helplessly as Owen opened fire on the car, innocent pedestrians ducking uselessly. A lone police officer began shouting into a radio. Torchwood, she heard from the wide-eyed officer. Several more pedestrians muttered the institutes name as well, shaking their head in disgust.

So Owen's a bit of a legend here, she thought sadly, waddling after her colleague. Her knees popped lightly as they released their hold. Jack's going to kill him. Oh, I hope I don't get into -

Her thoughts were cut short by an explosion up ahead and the shower of shrapnel hitting the pavement. Her pace quickened until she was in an awkward run. It seemed that the alien had gotten his way. Owen didn't have dangerous explosives, as far as Gylfie knew. Was everyone else safe?

It took her another two or three minutes until she rounded the corner. She found Owen looking around, as if searching for something.

"Owen," she called, slowing down. "Oh! You're hurt! Are there any body wounds?"

She ran her fingers over his leather jacket, gathering pieces of metal and throwing them to the ground. Blood ran down his face, coming from a spot on his cheek and eyebrow. The metal didn't look like it was in too deep, but if his wounds weren't tended to quickly they could get infected.

[Owen Harper]

Police came to the scene. PC Tom came out of the cruiser. Tom approaches over to Owen and Gylfie. “What’s it this time? Torchwood blowing things up! Blowing aliens?” Tom yelled at them. He looked to his left and right. He did not see that familiar famous SUV. He could not find Gwen. He had wanted to get in Torchwood! He had a heart desire to be part of special ops. He had quickly got an idea.

“Where are the other Torchwood members?” asked Tom. “You know I can help.” He looked like a puppy who wanted to play retrieve with his master.

Owen glared at him. “No, go away and be a good police man,” Owen warned Tom away.

“You are hurt,” Tom looked at the blown post box. Tom got called by other officers. “Look stay here. I am planning to help.”

Owen rolled his eyes, “He’s Gwen’s little puppy,” sighed Owen explaining Gylfie that was Gwen’s police k-9 pup. “He had not matured yet. PC still need to be potty trained.” He dug out his little silver box that had his small medical tool kit. “How good are you with tweezers?"

[Gylfie Murdoch]

As thoroughly as possible, Gylfie hid herself from Tom's view by plucking metal shards from Owen's shoulder. She didn't want to be interrogated by a cop, though she doubted he'd bother. Either way, she thrived in the background of things and if there was any chance that this policeman, Tom, wanted to ask why she was here with Owen, then she'd feel safer hiding.

Eventually, Tom drifted away to answer one of his colleagues and Owen began blabbing about the police constable's faults.

"Don't be so mean," Gylfie said, frowning at Owen's bleeding brow. "I'm sure he means well. Anyway, who wouldn't want to work for Torchwood? You guys get to chase aliens all day and save the world! He gives out parking tickets and pulls people over for speeding." Her voice dropped in volume. "Saving the world, one idiot at a time."

She smiled and took the tweezers from Owen, assuming that he wanted her to remove the metal from his face. She was already level with Owen's shoulders, but she had to push her height a bit to reach his cheek.

"Hold still and I'll get rid of these pieces," she said, her tongue already poking out in concentration.

[Owen Harper]

Tom was supposedly to be PC ANDY, but Gwen could have another man after her.

“So when did you become all shy?” asked Owen, sitting on a bench that survived the explosion. “You are not a wanted criminal in Cardiff.” Shifting his head back, he yanked out his Torchwood torch, clicked it on, blaring the light on his face so Gylfie can take out the shards out.

Don't be so mean

“Mean? I was being honest,” he sighed. “Tom would not last in Torchwood. You need to have no life. You have to be in no relationship. You got to keep your head straight. And the most important you got deal with Captain Jack Harkness flirting personality. He’s going to be a row he finds out what had happened. By the way, I am not done with fish head.”

Hold still and I'll get rid of these pieces," she said, her tongue already poking out in concentration

“You look sexy like that,” he commented with a lopsided grin. He had a bad mind that was toying on thoughts. Thinking he might regret he was trusting Gylfie. He quickly grabbed her hand before she started. “Are you comfortable doing this?”

[gylfie2]

Ooc; Oops. c: I would've picked up on our mistake, but I get
PC Andy and his actor, Tom Price, mixed up anyway. We'll
have PC Tom as a random, non-existent character.

I'll reply to this through my Gylfie account later.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

"I'm not shy, necessarily," Gylfie said, waiting for Owen to sit down. "I just don't like associating myself with the police. I've had a few convictions before, but it's nothing bad, especially in Cardiff. I used to work for the police, you know. I trained their horses. The cops I worked with were nice enough, but some were very... snobby. Now I just avoid the police out of habit, except when I go back to the stables."

Now that he was seated, she didn't have to strain so hard to remove the metal. While she was talking, however, she just stood with her hands on her hips, assessing him with her eyes. He didn't look hurt and she'd removed most of the metal penetrating his body. She just had to work on his face now.

She bent back down again and resumed investigating the shards. She was right in assuming that they weren't in very deep, but it would still take a lot of concentration. If she didn't concentrate, then the metal could slip and cut his face further. Her tongue poked out again and when Owen commented on it, she snorted. Sexy? Sure.

"Are you comfortable doing this?"

Gylfie chuckled and pulled back for a moment. "Owen, I'm pulling metal out of your face. Of course I'm not comfortable. Now, hold still."

She gripped the edge of a piece and pulled, frowning slightly. She really didn't want this to hurt Owen, but seeing as it took only a second to remove it, she figured it hadn't hurt too much. A small trickle of blood gathered in the wound and fell down his cheek, leaving a stream of crimson. She dabbed it with her fingers before moving to the eyebrow. This one was embedded more. She had to twist the tweezers slightly.

[Owen Harper]

"Owen, I'm pulling metal out of your face. Of course I'm not comfortable. Now, hold still."

I'm not comfortable. That wasn’t a comforting thought. He twitched his muscle when he felt her working. Cringing in pain, Owen felt he made fatal mistake allowing Gylfie with tweezers. It would be less painful if Owen done the work.

“Careful,” he hissed through his teeth. He was clenching his fist against his jeans. Gripping the torch with his other hand, Owen had hoped she won’t push the steel in him.

Hissing under his breath, “I am going to hang him by his gills!” He closed his eyes and tried to relax by breathing.

Taking a longer breath, he would had got it them all out if he did it. He was getting impatient with Gylfie. He was trying imaging ways torturing the gill face. There was taking tooth picks sticking them inside his gills so they would not flap open and close. There was plucking his eye balls out and make the fish head eat them. Owen was not happy. He had a flat tire to fix on his car. He needed to get repair and get Gylfie home. He felt bad for her because Owen was not giving her a proper tour. He did try to get a date but he messed that up. He sighed in disgust at himself and he was being impatient.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Sensing Owen's rising pain and frustration, Gylfie removed the second piece of metal. The shard moved easily once she had positioned it properly. A large flow of blood fell from the gash, running down the corner of his left eye and joining paths with the cheek wound. Before the blood could fall onto Owen's clothes, Gylfie propped her hand under his chin, gathering the blood smoothly and cleaning his face with a feather-light touch.

Although it unnerved her every time, this was not the first time Gylfie had cleaned a wounded soldier. Often at night, one of her team members would stagger in, blood-splattered and confused. They were usually dazed, mumbling only profanities and detached sentences, but other times, the were completely coherent, telling of marvelous chases and wild fights. Gylfie had always wanted to join the action, but then she would wash her hands after the clean-up and she'd watch the water run pink. There was no way she could throw herself into a life of pain and failure. She preferred the safety of her office.

"There now," she cooed, running her fingers down his cheek again, catching the last drops of blood. Her fingers moved like those of a mother, caressing her injured child. "There's no need to think of punishments right now. Why don't we head back to the Hub and see Jack about all this? I'm sure Tom could give us a lift."

She brushed chestnut hair back from her left eye with her strained hand, smiling down at Owen gently. Hopefully he wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss, but, knowing Owen, she knew that was unlikely.