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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 23, 2011 20:58:23 GMT -5
Studying her face, Owen nodded his head. “I don’t have a choice,” he replied. It was work like a team or botched it. They are working together and he was not going to talk her out of anything. She was a woman and sometimes women have gut feelings for things. Owen won’t question on women’s gut feelings.
“Fine,” he said. Walking onward, they started to be weighed down. Owen had to stop, to check his body. There was a mirror. No limbs fell off him. No rips or tear in his skin. “I am checking to see if I am in one piece,” he smirked. “How is the smell in the air? Anything out of the ordinary?” he could not smell if his life was depended on it.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 23, 2011 21:15:13 GMT -5
She followed him, step for step, confused when he looked in the mirror, Owen not seeming a vain man. Then she understood. Perhaps. She sniffed the air, having avoided doing so as much as possible before.
"I smell death and fire and" she closes her eyes, breaths again. "Some weird ozone that might be the Blasters, or the rift that connects the ship. I also smell . ."she opens her eyes and wrinkles her nose. "Have you ever smelled flamingos? I think the Ce'caro smell like that." She grabbed his sleeve and looked hard into his face to make sure he can't avoid her question at all.
"Owen, are you telling me." her voice low and anxious, "That you can't feel anything?"
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 26, 2011 0:06:05 GMT -5
“Sarah Jane, dear, I am dead carcass,” he replied to her. “No breath, no heart-beat, no touch, no smell, no taste, no emotions. My organs are all dead. No healing,” he held his gloved hand. “I am broken. I bet if I walk out in the open and meet the aliens. I bet they push me or ignore me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can say I can act a dead man real good. But I never want too. You can even put me in a coffin, throw me six feet under ground and dig me back up six years later. I be insane from loneliness but…the coffin had to be real good to protect me…but I could be stiff…and I be a stiff dead man who can think and not move…God…” he leaned against the wall. “I can’t cry. You know Sarah, I am going to tell you one word advice. And you BETTER listen because it’s the truth. Live your life to the fullest. When you touch you are not ONLY touching but you should not take it for granted. EVERYTHING you have in that body should NEVER be taken granted,” he closed his eyes, his back slid down to the floor. He had chosen the wrong moment to take a time to lose his mind. He placed his hand in his hair. “I can’t feel my own hair..” he looked at his hand. “No hair coming out. Thank god..” he looked at Sarah. “Promise me you will never forget you are a living person. You have a science perfect body that works. Never take it for grant it. Worship every part of it. Every pore. Every finger. Every breath, heart beat because I look back and I never realized what a gift we had. And to see it from my point of view kills me inside…I am witnessing perfection. I am seeing perfection…And we fight and think we are not perfect when we are…” he closed his eyes, placed his head against the wall.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 26, 2011 23:32:24 GMT -5
Owen couldn't cry, but Sarah Jane could, and did, tears sliding silent and warm down her cheeks for him. As his pain driven words worked their way out of him, she tried to imagine what such an existence might be like and could not. She was uncertain if she would be able to continue her own crusade without chocolate and Earl Grey tea. Sunshine on her skin. The arms of her son around her.
As he began to crumble, her senses expanded to hyper-vigilance so they would have some warning if their little bubble of privacy were broken. When Owen went down against the wall, she went and stood over him, toe to toe, then crouched until their knees were touching and she was resting on her haunches, keeping her weight to herself but using that touch between them for balance. Sarah Jane let him talk himself out, listening solemnly and nodding in agreement to his adamant pleas.
When he was done, she reached out and held his smooth, cool face in her hands. She tipped it forward so he could see her again. Then, on impulse, she moved her hands to cover his face a little, her fingers splayed wide and careful over his eyes so he could still see her, and see that she was holding him.
"Owen, I promise you for as long as I live, and that as long as your mind is still in this physical plane, you will not be lost and locked away forgotten. I will find you. I will come and free you. Hold on to that if some day the darkness comes, know that somewhere, I am out there looking for you, and that I will not stop until I know you are free one way or another. I'm not saying that because I think I owe you anything. I'm saying it because I cannot bare the reality to be anything less."
She lets go of his face, and reaches for his hands now, and if he allows her to, draws those cold gloved hands up to hold her face, her own hands carefully around his to hold them there. As she speaks at some point she lets their hands slide down to rest on her thighs.
"Owen, as for the rest, count the frown lines on my face, then count the laugh wrinkles. Do the math." Now she quotes a poem she lives by. Was it a waste of time? No. It takes less than two minutes. Her voice is low and warm with her pain for him, with her hopes for him.
"I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
that loved me, and alone.
I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known---cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all---
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things.
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."
She grins.
"I didn't write that." She confessed.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 27, 2011 19:16:54 GMT -5
The dead man was all ears as she spoke. He was nodding his head. “Let’s go, I might get to stiff,” he said jokingly to her. He lifted himself by pushing against the wall behind him. He would help Sarah as she held him. “Thank you,” he replied.
“Now let’s move,” he said.
Moving forward they worked their way to the bridge. It wasn’t all that easy. They had not entered the bridge. They were at the door. “Are you ready?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 19:43:32 GMT -5
It seemed to her that Owen collected himself much to quickly. Not for the depths that he had been in a moment before. The only reason she didn't object was because they had a job to do. They rose together to their feet, and she looked up into his face sternly.
"I've got my eye on you, Owen Harper." And then she smiled quite grandly. "I'm not ready at all. Lets do it."
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 27, 2011 22:26:37 GMT -5
Looking at Sarah Jane, he noticed she was deeply concerned in her way. “Luv, we can continue the talk,” he was looking down at his feet. He was looking back up to as he was thinking of her. “What we were talking back there was… me being weak.” He took a peak in the pothole window on the door. “Looks clear… however you want me to cover up the bodies?”
The thing Owen want to admit was that Sarah Jane was a mother that he never had. He had to tell her that one day. Maybe after this blood shed event.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 22:52:50 GMT -5
"Owen Harper." She said, with the snap of reprimand, wishing she knew his middle name. "You might be the strongest man I ever met, and I won't hear you disparage my friend Owen. Not like that. You could be such a bad man, and instead, you're such a good man. You bet we'll continue talking about this, but not right now, eh"
Her eyes darted to the porthole window, and uncomfortable twitch at the corner of her mouth. This was not the first time she had walked such a gantlet, and it most likely wouldn't be the last.
"Bodies." She said softly and let out a deep breath. "I'm alright, but I'm holding on to you so I don't have to look down." Slightly wicked smile. "Unless you think that is too 'weak'."
"I'm game. Lets do it."
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 28, 2011 15:54:42 GMT -5
"Owen Harper."
Sarah Jane got Owen’s attention. It was the tone she used on him. It’s like when you are walking through a shopping mall. A mother yells at their kid. In a way, you felt she was yelling at you. Mothers, teachers and Judges had an authority voice, especially mothers. One could not help to shedder under the pressure.
Standing there, looking at Sarah, he was forced to listen. She had strong eyes. This was the same woman who was going to stop an alien by herself. She remarkable, but had some marbles loose. But she was a person who grew on him. It was not a love quarrel relationship. It was a friendship. Owen looked her as a mentor a friend, the old hermit who lived on the hill. The fool on the hill, there was a song written for one by the Beatles. But, that’s not about Sarah Jane. Sarah Jane was a tough woman who was going to fight until she breathed her last breath. Owen believed there was more to Sarah. He could not help liking her. Did that how Jack look at the Doctor? Was Sarah Jane’s like a time lord to Owen? Was he her companion? That would be funny,
I'm alright, but I'm holding on to you so I don't have to look down." Slightly wicked smile. "Unless you think that is too 'weak
“Okay,” Owen replied with a smile. “Don’t yank, you might rip it out…” his eye brows went up. “You could use the arm for a club for last resource.”
“Kay, lets go,” he said, walking through the door, he moved slowly. He had to trust Sarah that she was on him because he honest can’t feel her there. It was annoying you see. He had to keep making quick side glances to see her there.
Quickly he was trying to hold his hand front of her face to hide a decay corpse. “Nothing to see, just a couple of corpses…” he told her. “Move behind me to keep out of view.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 30, 2011 19:28:48 GMT -5
She tucked in close and matched his steps, not needing to see, and was glad not to. Often it came back to her, that nightmarish walk though endless bodies when she and Harry had been caught away from the Doctor when they were on that Arc in space. It haunted her to this day, and Owen was saving her from having nightmares tonight.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 30, 2011 23:15:23 GMT -5
It was dead quit as the two moved onward. The zombie type man had to stop because Sarah Jane sounded she was very close. Stopping, Owen realized how close she was. It explained the heavy breathing heard behind him.
"Red are you sure you can handle this?" Owen asked, he was deeply concerned of her state of mind. He was sure she was going to break under pressure. "Are you sure you can handle this? I can do this for you?" His dark was looking to hers. Placing his leather glove under her chin, he was careful not to touch her with his chill touch. "It is up to you."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 31, 2011 17:11:15 GMT -5
"You darling man." She said as he cupped her face. He'd get him self killed being this worried over her. "What doesn't kill us makes us stranger. That one is mine." She knew how to lead an army, even an army of one. She slipped away from him and turned and ran. She was nimble around and over bodies. Sure it took it's toll on her soul, but her soul could take it.
Sarah Jane burst right through the door onto the chaos of the Bridge. She dropped to one knee in the wide doorway as she drew Owen's gun. She shot two of them right in their gruesome, tentacled faces, blasting them to juicy smithereens.
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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 31, 2011 23:10:42 GMT -5
"Red, I was killed," he replied. "That rule does not imply to me."
She jumped in action. He was slow to react. Was he starting to get slow. He was hoping he wasn't because he would to be off the field and stay safe in Torchwood and miss the fun.
Sarah Jane would realize how easy to shoot because she was using a modified Torchwood gun and they do have a impact and does not have to take hard work to shoot your target.
"Hey," he said when he caught up to her. "Nice shot, red!"
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 1, 2011 21:59:18 GMT -5
The Torchwood member man decided it was going slow and he decided it was a matter a day he die and rest his soul.
“The Lord is my shepherd I shall/not be in want”
KABLOOM Owen let s blast out as he shot an alien down.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures/ he leads me beside quiet waters he restores my soul/”
KABLOOM KABLOOM he shot an alien with two more shots, that alien became plaster.
“He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name sake”
Again he shoots more as he throws him self in the room for he was throwing his life to get it done. He was tired.
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death”
Few rounds are shot, more aliens fall because the man was a frenzy mode.
“I will FEAR NO EVIL for you are with me”
This was something Owen was spending time alone wondering if there was a God and why did he allow Owen suffer. This was something Owen was angry about. The thing about a savour had died on the cross to save them from being sinners and here he was dead man shooting. Where was this Jesus the man who died on the cross?
“Your rod and staff the comfort me.”
He would cry on that line if he was capable to shed a tear. More shots and more aliens had died, it was indeed a bled shed and Owen was showing no mercy.
It was silent….
“You prepare a …table…for…me..in the presence…”
He dropped to his knees for the words he speak seem for not him. Words people used this passage for the dead.
“You anoint my head with oil, my cup…overflows…
Surely goodness … and love will follow me….
All the days of my lii….” He swallowed because these words are indeed hard for him to say.
“Life…I will dwell in the house of the …..”
He could not say Lord if he could….and he mumbled…lord…do you care?
He threw his gun across the room in anger. He was shaken, but he had not the ability. All he knew he killed aliens on a berserk mode. He fell down on his knees, his hands in head wishing he be dead too.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 3, 2011 10:53:47 GMT -5
She'd been on Owen's heels as he ran on to the bridge, blaster firing and leaving carnage in his wake. Sarah had intended to keep to his back and be ready for any trouble coming up his blind spot. The way the man moved, though, he had no blind spot. How could the dead move so fast?
Sarah got of one more round, but it froze her. The horror of it, though she'd promised herself the moment she she started this charge that she would not be childish and squeamish. Still, it froze her. Two looming Ce'caro came in fast, but they both fell away from her, one almost instantly after the other as Owen carved them from her path. A scream tore through her unbidden.
It was clear she was making Owen's job harder so she ran to a corner and put it to her back. She dropped to one knee to kill one headed for her, but Owen got that one as well. He was shouting something his voice so rift with pain it wrenched her heart to hear it. Sarah recognized it instantly and all she wanted to do was get him out of here; out of this carnage and trial. As Owen thinned the ranks of the monsters, she left her corner to run to first one door then the other, securing them shut and locking them hard with her Sonic.
It came to a quick and messy end, air thick with the deafening silence that always hung like a miasma after slaughter. She skirted strange guts and random tentacles to go to him, standing over him for a moment to look and see if there was any major damage to him where she could see. Then she knelt before him. She had a short dilemma as she realized she couldn't use her hands to coax him to uncurl, he wouldn't feel her.
"Owen. Owen." Sarah Jane had not really expected to survive ever since Izzy Smith had interrupted her desert as surely as the Ce'caro had. This moment, though, she was pretty sure she was going to make it through this thanks to Owen. Her relief and gratitude were clear on her tear stained face. She pulled down at his wrists with more strength than she would have used on someone who could feel her touch.
"Owen you did it. Look at me, its all right now."
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