Owen Grady and Jo Harvelle
TBD | Ongoing
GDOC HERE
Owen sat up with a start, and looked around the room. His eyes quickly narrowed, as he realised that he didn't recognise it. Hell, it seemed far more comfortable than any hotel room he could afford. Swinging his legs off the bed, he jumped when the hologram turned on. Swearing, he swung his hand through it, before sitting back to listen.
He wasn't exactly convinced he was in the right place. Or that the damned thing wasn't lying to him about being sent back to where and when he came from. But, it said he had a week to make up his mind. And, he supposed that Claire could probably look after Maisie by herself for a week. Probably. Not that any of this made a damned bit of sense, anyway.
He took a moment to search the room he was in, wondering how on earth they'd gotten his clothes. It was just fucking creepy. He did however, also find his guns, which seemed more than a little bit useful right now. He quickly checked it was loaded, and the safety was on. And, slipped it into the waistband of his pants. He probably didn't need it. But, he felt a hell of a lot more secure with it.
He made a quick search of the apartment, just enough to establish that other people lived in it. Before heading out to explore wider Atlantis. He'd seen a lot of things that should have been impossible. He might as well add lost city to that list of things.
He wondered if it was fate that the first thing he saw when he got to the ground floor was a bar, or just pure luck. He wasn't even sure if he cared. But, all he needed right now was a damned drink. And, possibly someone to pinch him.