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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 14, 2011 12:17:02 GMT -5
It was awhile for Owen to come out of his status. He was looking at Sarah Jane with sad and worried eyes. He was afraid. He was like a monster. He hugged Sarah Jane for a long time. He was pulling what he could to remember the feelings of touch and smell. He did not have nothing to recall about Sarah Jane because he never met her when he was alive. He had to pretend.
It took Owen awhile to put his emotions back where they belong. He pulled away from her and looked at her. “Don’t you dare tell anyone this,” he said. He was giving more trust to Sarah Jane anyone in the world right now. She was someone he could put his emotions on. She was like his sleeve of emotions.
It was awhile climbed back up on his two feet. It was a mess. “So, we should look around to see if there are survivors or more.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 15, 2011 0:48:21 GMT -5
When he did uncurl he was wild looking at her as if perhaps she had joined him in death. "I'm alright. I'm not hurt even a scratch. You took them all down, Every single one." She smiled hat him. It took everything in her not to let tears fall that instant, lest he worry for her more. She gripped him hard by the jacket and gave him a little shake. "Owen, stand down." She reached up and flung a bit of guts out of his hair. "We're safe in here for now." He made a move as if to bolt, or scoop her up, but she caught him in a hard embrace instead, keeping them on the floor where he would not loom over her.  They stayed that way for a long time. She honestly was in no hurry, the battle having left her shaking a bit as well and needing to feel him whole and (somewhat) hale. What she murmured to him during that time was no one's business their own. She kept whispering until his shaking stopped. Then they just rocked for a little while before they could both let go. “Don’t you dare tell anyone this,”"Tell anybody what, Owen? That you saved my life, were key in the hopeful rescue of the Queen Mary 2, and took out a roomful of Ce'caro? I'm afraid I'll have to tell Jack. I don't know what else you might be talking about." They rose. “So, we should look around to see if there are survivors or more.”"Yes, good Owen, but stay in here with me. I need you to keep an eye on this room while I experiment on the blaster with my sonic. I know I can counteract them." She said with the exact emphasis of someone who didn't know any such thing, but intended to try very hard. "I'm sure you can save some people out there, but I need you to help me save them more of them." Her eyes darted around sadly. "I hope there are more humans alive in here somewhere, tied up in a bin . .I don't know." Even as she spoke, she moved around to his back and pulled the blaster out of the back pack. They had been lucky there were not many armed Ce'caro up here running things, but it made her glad she'd collected one earlier. With a sweep of her arm, she pushed aside a bunch of papers that were on a well lit table and put the blaster on it instead. Sarah Jane took her Sonic from her sleeve. |
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 15, 2011 1:24:03 GMT -5
“Don’t tell Jack,” he said holding the words he wanted to say. “That I am not strong will. It’s harder being a walking dead carcass. I can’t even go to United States to be on Doctor Phil or the Oprah show or any talk show to talk about being dead.”
He nodded his head to let Sarah do her thing, he watched for any movement inside and outside. “Promise me, Sarah Jane. You will cherish every breath you have. You just not waking up and think it’s just another day in life. It is a glory and a blessing you can breathe and do what you do today. I over look that when I was alive. I did start to write a book on this topic you know. I might publish it. It even makes me feel for some people like the ones who are born blind, deaf and paralyze. People are born like that, Sarah Jane. They have the same right to live like the person next to you who can breathe.” He chuckled. “Listen to me, I am chatting a storm here.”
He looked out at the porthole window of the door. There seemed to be no movement. “Jack,” Owen said in his earpiece. “You guys want to cover your ears. Sarah Jane is planning to do some rock n roll.”
Everything seemed to be clear, while Sarah doing her sonic deal, Owen went to check some of the bodies to see if he can find someone to help. He found one. It was the First Officer who was lying on top of the Captain. He pulled the body off to the side, the man was moaning in pain. “Shh, I am here to help you,” he told the man. The man was glad to see Owen and he was in too much pain to realize Owen’s touch was dead cold.
Sarah Jane will be glad to see there was one man who will make it. That made Owen feel better, Owen was concern how Sarah Jane would feel. There are times you can’t save everyone. That part Owen hated himself. For a man who was a Doctor likes to save lives and heal the sick, but he hated when he can’t heal the sick or fails saving a life. He cares for life for others but he failed to care for his own health.
“See Sarah Jane,” he said to Sarah Jane. “We got one. I am sure there are more.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 0:25:34 GMT -5
She'd worked quickly on the gun as it lay there inert and now was nearly shaking with her relief that she was quick to find sympathetic harmonies. This wouldn't be to hard. However, she was going to need Owen; need Doctor Harper, who was even now with a survivor giving undoubtedly necessary aid. And there may be more still here in the Bridge he could save.
"Where there is one, there is more." She smiled, the pain of what she is about to ask showing through anyway. "Owen, there are more. This morning there were almost two hundred thousand people on this ship. I need you to come help me save who is left." She is hauling up the blaster, some of it's glowing innards now exposed, and carrying it over to the com desk. There was a microphone there. "I need you to come hold up the blaster and fire it somewhere safe while I broadcast the signal as I disarm it."
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 17, 2011 14:06:50 GMT -5
Owen was looking at Sarah Jane. She looked she was going to fall apart. “Sarah Jane, come on stay with me,” he said. “Keep strong girl.”
On Sarah Jane’s request, the man moved to her and took the gun. “So you want me to shoot this thing and you broadcast it.” It was weird but he worked with Torchwood and you quickly accept the weird part of the job. He took the gun. Shoving the thing at the window, Owen blew the glass and the blast shot out to the open sky. A bird got fried and Owen did not believe what he just did. It was an accident.
“Is this working?” he asked still holding the blaster as it was shooting whatever it was.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 15:31:31 GMT -5
She was confidently flipping a whole row of switches. This was so much easier than Alien equipment. Not only did she recognize things, they were actually labeled in a language she could understand.
Just when she thought Owen would balk against her, insist on looking for survivors, making her argue him into it, instead he was buoying her up with his words, then coming to lift the gun and handle it so easily. As he held down continuous fire, she raised her sonic, holding it hard against the microphone in her hand.
Teeth gritted, she holds her small sonic high against it's exposed guts , and ran the gamete of her readings, slipping through until she felt the sympathetic whine.
"Is this working?."
"It will! It has to!"
It was a fingernails on a black board on Ozzy Osbourne's stereo system, piped throughout the ship over the PA.
The red beam sputtered, spiraled, and halted, smoke coming from the body of the blaster.
Sarah Jane switched off the microphone, then let her balled fists just missing the broken glass of the table as Owen went down.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 17, 2011 17:13:43 GMT -5
Owen almost dropped the gun as the high pitch hit the air from the speakers. Bloody hell, Owen’s ears are bursting with pain and he realized what Sarah Jane was doing. She could have warned him. He lost his balance gun fell down onto the glass frame. Fighting to keep the gun going, Owen wanted to cover his ears. He wished he could cry because it was one of the last blessings he had. Seeing and hearing and he was afraid at that moment he was going to hurt Sarah for a stunt. He had a nice view too from looking down at the deck.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 18:22:33 GMT -5
Owen had gone down hard. Sarah Jane had just missed the beam as he went down, ducking under it, ducking behind her part of the table. She is running around to the other side as soon as she can gain her feet, calling his name in quiet horror. Owen is flat out when she reaches the other side, blaster awkwardly across him, one over heated loop starting to smolder it's way through his shirt in a loop high and on the left. She got down on her knees beside him, nearly skidding into position, flicking the hot wire off him and pulling the blaster away from him.
"Owen . . .Owen . . please . . " She moved to his head catching his face in her hands, tears splashing down on him for she is riddled with guilt. After what he had just done, she almost forgot how fragile he was. Her own ears rang.
"Owen?!" She would pull his head into her lap, but didn't want to yank him around in this state.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 17, 2011 19:16:29 GMT -5
Owen was alarmed as Sarah Jane pushed the wire from his body. He did not see it or felt it. That live wire would burn his skin and he would not smell the burning flesh. It was scary. He remembered as being a student in medical school he had did a paper on a man in the United States who was paralyze after being burned alive. The man was recovered and he was a man of strong faith. He had all lot of passion to live. It was a paper on psychology on survival. The man did not have a family but he had his church family. He had his faith and his Holy Bible to get by. The man must be still alive and he was a pastor at a church. Ianto should contact the man on his situation. He could see if this pastor could shine some light Owen. The man was able to smell and taste but he was like Owen numb all over the body. The man was a living example Owen forgot about since his days in Medical School. (The story of the man was someone who I knew who had no feeling in his arm)
There was a minor low ring in Owen’s hearing. There was a minor damage. He was blinking at Sarah Jane and he did look in his eyes. “Warning next time, Red,” he growled. He decided to not say anything about the minor damage in his hearing. The damage was done. “I am fine,” he said too his friend. He hugged her back to comfort her. He was careful on hugs because he was not sure how tight his hugs are. He could accidently squeeze Sarah Jane and hurt her. “Shh,” he told her. He stroked her hair in the process, and leaned his head up against her. He wondered how touched feel with a dead man’s skin. Is it still a comfort like regular touch? He could make a science out of it. Write a science paper being dead and give it to scientist to study this new area that nobody had the right facts to study with. They go crazy with it. It will open new doors and possibility open a new science study.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 19:26:36 GMT -5
She was terribly pleased when he started talking, and clutched him to her. His hand was careful in his hair. He let her hide there as she contemplated what damage she may have just done her friend, a few sobs escaping. It was only when they pressed their heads together that she could calm. When she could, she pulled away and sniffed, and smiled at him almost sheepishly.
"Don't tell anybody, okay? I wouldn't want them to think I was weak." She echoed him most seriously, not to tease.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 17, 2011 19:49:39 GMT -5
“I won’t tell nobody, not even the angels themselves,” he replied, if there were Angels.
He wiped her tears off her face. “Don’t rust on me, Red.” He smiled, helping her stand up. “Where did you learn that trick with the sonic blast? You play video games?”
He moved to one of the aliens. “God, they did not like that one bit. Took their eyes out of their eye sockets! I am glad I was not them.” He was making guesses by observation on what he could see. He wasn’t sure they are cold or hot. “Sarah come here,” he told her. “Touch their skin and tell me if they are warm or cold?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 20:05:32 GMT -5
Her friend was incredibly good at making her feel better. Her horror at all the past ten minutes was quickly fading. One glance at the bursting Ce'caro and she didn't want another. Owen's suggestion earned him a dark look, then a speculative one. No, it was something beyond him. She was back in a second, holding one of those ceremonial staffs that the Captain carried around sometimes like a stately, overweight drum major with his ornate baton. She swung it up and came down in a fast arch to slam sharply down on the thing's splayed hand.
"It didn't twitch at all. I think it's dead. Owen, listen to me." She is leaning on that baton now. "Never grab something to find out if it's dead."
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 17, 2011 20:48:13 GMT -5
Owen leaped and swear a curse word that could be heard from the other side of the universe. “I could have done that,” he said, swearing under his breathe. “Look, if you don’t want to touch it tell me. I understand.” He looked down at the creature. She crushed the aliens hand. The creature did not flinch. He did pick up the crushed hand that Sarah crushed. “Yep, one broken hand,” he was being sarcastic.
Quickly getting on his two feet, Owen needed to get her out of the bridge. “Let’s get you fresh air. And we contact up the clean-up crew.” He held his hand out to her and offered it. He wanted her to be strong. He was not sure what adventures she had with the Doctor.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 20, 2011 20:57:06 GMT -5
He lost his temper with her. She was not surprised. She'd been graphic to make a point. It wasn't always easy to get through to a soldier, but this moment he would remember. Do not grab the Alien. She'd done it as surely as she would have yanked the hand of a child darting into traffic. If he was mad, it had worked. Good enough.
She heard helicopters coming their way and took hold of his elbow, not wanting to touch his wounded hands.
"Clean up crew is here it sounds like." She smiled, looking up as if she could see through the roof, and then smiled at him. "We've got choppers. Owen, can you call your people and see if the crisis is over? Did we do it?"
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 20, 2011 21:24:24 GMT -5
Owen called Jack. “He says it’s over,” Owen said.
A dark shadow leaped out of the shadows and into the water. Owen did not see but Sarah Jane did.
“The cleanup crew is we can---Sarah?” Owen asked looking at Sarah Jane. “What’s wrong?”
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