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Couldn't Save You

Faint buzzing was all Owen could remember hearing, for what felt like the past few days, or weeks, however long it was that he had been stuck like this. None of them were distinguishable, yet he always found himself trying just a bit harder to let his attentive hearing try and pick up on a voice he was yearning to hear. The last thing he remembered was covering Alex on the mission and telling her to wait as he went in first. What neither of them knew was that there was another man stationed at the rooftop, discreetly hiding and waiting. Good thing he was wearing his Kevlar so the sniper's shot didn't do much more than momentarily distract him. What came right after that was the reason he ended up lying here. Turning around to tell Alex to stay back, since he knew she'd try to see if he was okay was his downfall. That wasn't what Owen normally would have done; it didn't align with his systemic method of executing a mission. The sharp blade that dove into his lower rib and side of his stomach would have been stopped and foreseen had he only been paying more attention.

"He's alright now, so long as the medication is administered on a regular schedule there shouldn't be any problems, we'll have to keep an eye on that wound though." The doctor was talking to someone, every word he said was loud and clear resonating throughout the room in a soft echo. Feeling a thin warm hand covering his own, Owen's eyes fluttered open slowly. Readjusting to the light he groaned, he could still feel the pain in his lower torso but it wasn't that bad. Thankfully they hadn't given him strong painkillers, the last thing he needed was to be on more drugs. Finally opening his eyes and still a bit disoriented, he tried to say her name "Alex", came a strained, hoarse acknowledgement except it wasn't her. Nikita smiled softly at him "she's not here right now Owen. But you're going to be okay, I promise." She wasn't who he was expecting, but what was he thinking. Alex had better things to do than be here right now. Groaning he closed his eyes as images of her flashed through his mind. He could barely question why he was thinking about her so much at this moment, Nikita's voice was a faint buzz in the background. It was because he wanted to make sure she was alright. He had gone down and she dragged him out but he didn't know what happened after that.

Light scuttling sounds brought his attention back to reality, there was more movement around him and Owen's fists both balled up as he thought back to how he failed to protect her, and let down the mission. Because of him someone could have been killed, and to think that it could have been her was like an iron fist clenching his heart. Deep down, he know that there was nothing he was good at besides destroying and ruining all that was good. He wasn't a good person and Owen's mind was constantly ready to prepare for war with himself. Once again he felt a hand over his and this time it was different, not Nikita's. This one was more familiar in the oddest way, not a hand he had held and been used to touching but one he had seen in action and admired more often than he'd like to admit. The hand of a survivor, warrior and broken woman. "Alex?" he repeated her name again but more of a question this time. "Owen" his name was whispered in a slight tremble, upon opening his eyes once more he found the woman who had been consuming his thoughts since he'd woken up standing before him. She looked like she had been through hell and worse, if anything, more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. Just seeing her standing in front of him unharmed brought a genuine smile to his tight lips. His body physically relaxed and Owen thought he felt much better, but maybe it was just because he was awake.

Moving closer to the man lying in bed because he was covering for her, Alex had to stop her watery eyes from brimming, spilling her unshed tears. "I'm so sorry Owen, it was my fault for not checking the perimeter properly, I almost got you killed-" she was cut off when he moved his palm over her hand and squeezed it tightly. Sitting on the bed beside him she wrapped her other hand over his, keeping his between her hands protectively. For the past couple of days she had been so distraught and upset blaming herself, guilt ridden and just cold towards everyone else. "Alex, I'm here, alive and kicking aren't I? There's no point in talking about what already happened, so let's just live for now. Second chances right?" Giving her a devilish grin to lighten the mood, he was glad Nikita had left almost as soon as Alex came inside. It meant they could really just comfortably talk about what happened on the mission but now that he thought about it he really didn't care. They were both alive and there was no point in talking about the past, he didn't even have his own past so it was never something he thought needed to be discussed at length. Alex gave him a strange look he had never seen before, a mix between regret, guilt and something else. Leaning forward she hovered lightly over him before her lips softly pressed against his forehead. Feeling her body this close to his was making him feel different, made him think of things he hadn't thought of before. Before he decipher why his mind was betraying him as of late, Owen felt her soft lips against his skin. The only thought in his mind was, this must be what the kiss of an angel feels like.

AUTHOR'S NOTE-

Finally got my laptop back but I've been a bit busy and had a bit of a hard time getting words out of my thoughts, so here's a new chapter.

I know it's a lot later than I would have liked to get one out, sorry. Hopefully the length makes up for it, or something. Enjoy!

Thank you Iva, I will definitely remember your suggestion.

chpll1525, THANK YOU! It feels great to know that I've converted someone into an Olex shipper of sorts haha. I've always thought the two have such great potential.