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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 8, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -5
]Owen sat down at his work station, he pressed enter on his key board and he punch in “Martha Jones” name. Her filed came up on his monitor, he saw her number. He moved his mouse and click on the call button. It was one of those situations Owen needed hands to do a detail job and nobody in Torchwood Three was capable to do it. He needed assistant.
He waited for Martha to pick up on his phone call over the computer. He was playing a pen across through his fingers, a habit of his. He was good enough doing it, but he had lost the luxury feeling it and knowing he was doing it.
“Hey babe,” he said, smiling to her on the screen. “I need your sexy hands, babe.” He smirked at her. In a way, he felt stupid calling her because he can’t do it. Even if his left hand was not broken, he needed Martha because she has the senses of touch. It was a fragile job that Owen was un-capable to do.
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 8, 2011 22:50:51 GMT -5
Martha's smile lit up the screen as Owen's call came through, the UNIT researcher at her station, just running through routine tests and analysis. She pushed a lock of straight, dark hair behind her ear as Owen flirted, lips closing over her teeth in a coy smirk. "Hush, Owen. You'll make me blush."
Not actually likely. Martha was well used to the likes of Owen Harper and Jack Harkness by now, but it never hurt to play along, and the attention was pleasantly flattering. "But you know my hands are always at your service. Speaking of, though, how are yours holding up?"
She kept her tone light, but her concern was genuine. She liked Owen, honestly, and after all she'd been through, his technically deceased state didn't bother her. The only thing that troubled her about it was his frailty. Because she was so fond of her colleague, she hoped to hear he hadn't deteriorated further since her last visit to Torchwood Three.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 8, 2011 23:05:57 GMT -5
"Why to see you blush would be nice," he smirked, flirting with Martha was fun. It was more fun when she was working at UNIT and to get her notice by her coworkers that Torchwood members are better flirters. Jack Harkness would want that. “Jack says Torchwood members are more handsome and the UNIT…Well, they are just wanna bes…Well, except you of course.”
“Me, I am still a walking corpse,” he said. “But need your magical fingers here at Torchwood. A technical procedure needs special care and luv you are the only qualify to do it. Are free to help us? And the team be happy to see you…It’s been a little rough here.” The truth was Owen was part of the problem, but he accepted Martha as a friend to Torchwood. “Oh, can you snag those red berets for us! And I won’t tell a soul your coming. So come wear something sexy and make me bust in tears.” He was not kidding, because he has impulse whatsoever. “You might bring me back to life!”
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 8, 2011 23:29:59 GMT -5
"Oi, down there, boy," Martha laughed, already sorting through the various files on her desk and clicking through the programs running in the back ground behind the call so that she could clear her schedule for the trip to Cardiff. "I've already told Jack, if he wants fancy hats, he can requisition his own resources for it.
"We've run across some new tech over here though, I think you'll be interested. Seems to be a laser scalpel of some sort, we've had some initial success knitting deceased tissue with it. It's not revivification, but we might be able to do something about your cut. I'll bring it with, shall I?" Martha opened up the alien technologies log so that she could check out the implement. (OOC: Basing this tech off the laser torch Jack and Ianto used in the first episode of "Children of Earth", assuming they didn't have it while Owen was still around. tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Laser_torch I'll leave it up to you whether or not it's effective on his wounds. It's possible it only works on cuts made by its own laser blade.)
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 9, 2011 15:41:57 GMT -5
“Oh,” Owen said, sitting up straight. “What about fractured bones?” he asked. It would be nice to be mended. It would have a price to use it. “I reckon UNIT won’t give it up…”he sat there. “Why do I feel in the future I am going to do missions for UNIT…” he lifted his banged up left hand. “Yea…What do I have to lose?’
“When can you get here?” he asked.
(ooc Is possible we can make this a Martha story?) |
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 9, 2011 20:59:19 GMT -5
"We haven't tested it on skeletal tissues yet, but I imagine you've something stored I can test it on before I do you," Martha reasoned, then caught herself in the unintended innuendo. This time she did blush a bit, and rolled her eyes at herself, waving a dismissive hand at the web cam. "You know what I mean. Fixing your hand, that is."
She blew out a flustered breath, finished logging out, and smiled for her friend. "Shouldn't take more than an hour to reach you if I leave now. See you soon, then?"
(OOC: What do you mean, 'make it a Martha story'?)
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 9, 2011 22:04:25 GMT -5
“Martha, Martha you ole flirter,” Owen replied. “You can do me in many ways.” It sounded so fun, but reality Owen’s mind was the only thing that kept his fantasy going. He lifted to fingers and pointed his face, “If I had blood I will be flushing.”
“Martha, I wouldn’t mind, but we might to run it through Jack first. You know how he feels with new alien artefacts and especially UNIT having that one. God he be mad, you know,” he said. “It will be like we are going to owe your people for using it.”
Good, we looking forward to see you, doctor Jones,” he said, smirking and the screen went blank.
(OOC You wanted to bring a story for Martha? We can focus on Martha. She is the spot light?)
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 11, 2011 0:46:59 GMT -5
The UNIT researcher scoffed to herself as Owen hung up, shaking her head at the territorial attitudes the Torchwood Institute and the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce took toward one another when it came to extraterrestrial artifacts. As far as either group was concerned, the other had no business possessing such dangerous technology, while their own group was certainly best qualified to handle it.
Call Martha biased, but she believed UNIT was generally more reliable than Torchwood. She knew Jack's intentions were in the right place, but she'd lost family at the Battle of Canary Wharf thanks to Torchwood One's vigilantism. UNIT had numerous governments to answer to for its decisions and actions. Abuses of power were much more difficult for the Taskforce.
That all having gone unsaid, Martha made her way to the tech locker and checked out the laser torch physically, packing it up in a secure case that required several levels of codes and bioscans to open. She then nipped up to her locker to change out of her laboratory uniform and into some more flattering civvies.
When she arrived at the Hub, punctually before the turn of an hour, she was made up and smartly done in a raspberry wrap-dress, fitted leather jacket, black tights and wedge ankle boots. Let it never be said that military life had dulled her self-expressive sense of style!
"Owen? Jack?" she called brightly as she stepped through the great, rolling door, cheered by the familiar trill of the low sirens and the yellow flash of the caution lights.
((OOC: I don't usually think of any particular character being the focus in role playing... Did you have some sort of Martha-specific plot in mind?))
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 13, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -5
Owen was waiting near the cog door as Martha Jones walked. "Hey, you look gorgeous," he compliment her. He placed his left hand around his right wrists, felt his right wrist. "Sadly, I still don't have a pulse. I was hoping for a jump start." He smirk.
"You know," he said placing his hands on his hips. "Cutting to your alien tool. I just thought we should experiment. I had got a weevil prepared on the gunnery," he said thumbing the air behind him. "And I got a dead rat. I want to see this thing work on a living specimen and to see it works on a corpse. I had time run the idea of lasers in my head. I was jumping conclusion that the laser burns the flesh away, and the other laser seals it up," titling his head. "So, it works on living warm flesh...I am assuming the theory it won't work on a dead corpse...but that is fine. I am just not going to allow you cut me open without testing it first."
The end of his lips curled, "God, I rambled and I don't need to catch my breath," he stuck his tongue out at her.
"So, you want tea?" he asked.
Owen was nervous because he was figure this alien artefact won't work. And plus Owen was under heavy supervision and waiting for Jack.
[ooc Well not now but down the road luv and sorry for Owen being a little off] |
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 14, 2011 0:19:31 GMT -5
"I'd love some," Martha smiled brightly at Owen's flirtation and his offer. It really was too bad, how things had turned out for him. He was handsome, funny, and he knew about all the crazy things Martha had to put up with these days. But she was alive, and he... well. It was just something Martha didn't like to do anything to draw too much focus on.
"And don't you worry. I like you too much to jump into anything without proper testing," Martha hefted the small case to indicate the bit of alien medical tech inside as she made her way in.
"But you saved my life, with that singularity scalpel. I couldn't return the favor," her smile turned sad, feeling more than just a little responsible for what had happened at the Pharm that night. "But if I can do anything to help, I'm going to, no matter how much red tape I have to cut through."
She saw herself down to medical to put the laser torch aside, and as an excuse to compose herself before she became overly emotional. Owen's death still hit her hard. It was so pointless, and all her medical credentials, her UNIT training, her fantastic time-traveling experiences hadn't helped her in stopping it. Hopefully they would mean something toward reversing it, eventually.
She returned to the main portion of the Hub quickly, calmed and collected, but very much looking forward to that comforting cup of tea.
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 14, 2011 23:57:49 GMT -5
Owen had gone to Ianto's coffee station. He got the spare cup. It was his cup. He poured hot water in it, he dropped a tea bag in. He poured milk, it was very British. "How you like your sugar, sweetheart?" he asked, looking over at her. He felt inside his soul, yes, he had one. That he felt Martha was uncomfortable. "Oi, are you still creep out about the dead man coming back in the world of the living. You know, I had better days," he joked to Martha. It was more a joke for her, but, he hated being dead. He had wanted her to feel better. "And for saving your life don't worry. Just don't drop dead because no breath is no CPR." he sighed. That comment made hims sad. "So don't drop on me...because you go see St Peter at the Golden Gate and he bash his eyes at you and he will let pass by...and you leave me here behind in the darkness..." he smirked to her as he walked over to her and held her tea. He tried to use humor to lighten things up. Especially he was in trouble with Jack.
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 15, 2011 20:36:08 GMT -5
"Two sugars," Martha asked quietly, watching Owen's hands as he fixed her cuppa. They lifted to his face quickly though, the moment he asked if she was bothered by his condition. Her brows knit upward as he continued on, showing his concern over his own sudden lack of basic life-saving skills.
"It doesn't bother me at all, Owen," she shook her head emphatically. "I'm only concerned for you, but I'm not afraid of you or anything. I've been to the end of the universe and back, I've seen amazing and bizarre things. But you're still Doctor Owen Harper, even without the pulse. I know that much."
She took her tea and smiled for him. "You've just got a very unique medical condition. That's all. Now we find the cure, right?"
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 15, 2011 21:41:36 GMT -5
"Unique," he nodded his head. "I should walk in a medical school and give them a field trip, eh?" he smirked.
"You and Jack mentioned the end of the universe," he brought up. This was an opportunity for him to learn more about Jack but he was going to play it safe by putting the attention on Martha. Gwen, Ianto, and Tosh would love to hear this. "So, this end of the universe sounds its the end..." he smiled to her. "Can you tell me more? Is it better being a dead man, Martha?"
He walked to the morgue where 'Janet' was laying on the gunnery. "Hey, Janet," Owen said checking the readings. Everything looked fine for a Janet. Janet was one of Jack's fave and Owen's fave. Jack might disagree using her, but, Owen decided because jack was not here. Janet was the strongest. Jack was mad at Owen so he figure why not attitude.
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Post by Martha Jones, M.D. on Apr 15, 2011 23:59:18 GMT -5
Martha sipped her tea gratefully, following Owen back down into medical where the heavily sedated Weevil lay secured to the gurney. She leaned her hip against a counter and let her eyes run over the alien creature. By now she was unflinching in the face of the extraterrestrial, her look becoming distant as she remembered her adventure to the end of the Universe. And all that had come after it.
"There was no more Earth. We landed on a different world, not the first one I'd been to, but definitely the most alien of all. The sky was so black, the blackest I've ever seen," she knit her brow, gaze growing further and further away as she spoke. "It wasn't just that there were clouds, it was completely clear, and there were no city lights to drown out the stars. There were no stars. Not one. They'd all gone out, and there was just this planet.
"There were people there, human beings. We made it, all the way up to the end," the corners of her mouth twitched up into a faint, wistful smile for a moment, before turning serious again. "There were others, too. The Futurekind. They almost looked like men, but their eyes were black as that sky and their mouths were full of sharpened teeth. They hunted and ate the human survivors, when they could get them.
"But they were safe inside their camp, and they had a rocket ship," the smile returned, even more wistful, sad. "A massive rocket that took them away from that dieing planet at the edge of the Nothingness," her smile fell, slowly, and her fingers clung a little tighter to the heated ceramic of Owen's mug, trying to absorb the warmth as the memories chilled her blood, "to a place they called Utopia..."
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Post by Owen Harper on Apr 17, 2011 18:17:07 GMT -5
"Wow. That is depressing. It seems the human race had refused to die off," he replied. "The fear of the darkness...its cold...its an void...that's maybe what I went when I slipped in the blackness." He sighed, looking down. "I get that when I close my eyes. I close my eyes when I am tired seeing life around me, but when I close my eyes its the blackness like the space you describe, Martha." He shook his body out. It was just a thought that got him that shiver not his body.
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