Day Seventy-Two

"Why did you do it?" I ask, because the question won't stay stoppered in my mouth any longer. I ask but receive no answer. As usual for a Saturday morning Owen is passed out on the couch. Doesn't do his hangovers at home anymore, brings them here for me to see. Because he knows I'll be here, slept here in Jack's little bunker so often it doesn't smell of Jack anymore, just me.

"Why did you do it?" I ask again and receive a soft snore in answer. But I think I know.

Torchwood is all Owen and I have. Gwen has Rhys, Tosh has her gadgets, but for Owen and me this is it.

And Jack took that away from him. Left him with only his anger.

But something happened in that moment, as bullets escaped from his gun. It stripped him of everything. It stripped me of everything.

And when you've got nothing you're washed clean and can start again.

I want Jack back, more than anything. But I think, I hope, that when he comes back we'll be more than what he left. I'll be more than the silent butler. He'll be more than the angry doctor.

Perhaps Jack wasn't the only one who came back to life that day. Me and Owen, we're just taking a little longer.

The End

Please review, have I got the relationship between the two right?