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Dr. Owen Harper [Torchwood] (imatwat) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-02-13 12:51:00

Entry tags:

cordelia chase, owen harper

WHO: Owen Harper & Cordelia Chase
WHAT: Camera, crossbow, & potential murder
WHEN: After this
WHERE: Cordy & Owen's flat
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress

Owen hadn't taken Cordelia seriously when she said she was going to kill him. Why would he, really, when murder, when he'd last checked, was still very much illegal, and the police around here only tended to look the other way when it was non-local murdering local. As angry as she might have been for what he considered to be little more than a bad, possibly poorly executed joke, death was definitely not a serious result of that rage. Being shaved bald, on the other hand.

Having prepared himself for a late night vigil in order to protect his precious hair with a venti latte on his way home from work, Owen had counted himself lucky to be able to avoid the major of the trouble had seemed to insist on popping up to and from places anymore. But the second that he opened the door to his flat, Owen realized just why he'd avoided the majority of the trouble on the way home.

It was because all knowing Asaph had realized just how much of a shitstorm he'd created himself and didn't want to get in the way of it blowing all over him.

Holding up his hands defensively, Owen stared at Cordelia, posed across the room, crossbow pointed at him and look of sheer determination on her face, as he tried not to lose it. "I promise you," Owen said, the quip coming out mostly because of the nerves gathered in his gut, "but I'm more than useless with a hole in my chest. Ask anyone that worked with me."

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imatwat
2012-02-14 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Owen wasn't really sorry. While he sort of understood why she was upset, he still considered his actions pretty much on par with the moves that she'd made over the course of having to live with one another. But since it was rather obvious that neither of them wanted to be the one to give in first and leave, Owen honestly would not put it past her to actually shoot him with that crossbow and watching him bleed out on the floor. So he did the only thing he really had the option to.

"Look! I'm sorry, all right? I didn't think you'd end up with your panties in such a bunch over it," He said, turning his hands outward as he shrugged. "So let's just put it behind us, put down the projectile weapon, and move on. Whatcha say?"

Inching carefully away from the door as he said that and moving slowly into the flat to try and hopefully get himself armed as well should she decide not to call it a truce, Owen shifted over to where he'd left his gun holster hanging only to find it conspicuously absent. So, she'd planned and prepared this to the point that he wouldn't even have the means to defend himself? Very not good.

"We can be adults about this, can't we, Chase?" Owen asked again, offering her a sheepish smile. "I've made some mistakes. You've made some mistakes. There's no sense to add homicide onto that list. Besides, you have to admit, it all was rather amusing to watch, really."

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