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Lyssa James ([info]nothing_of_note) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-19 18:51:00

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Entry tags:alternaverse plot, lyssa harper, lyssa james, owen harper

Who. Lyssa and AU!Owen
What. He suggested they meet
When. After this.
Where. Cardiff Bay


Lyssa wasn't really sure what to make of Owen not knowing her. The others, those he'd called friends calling him names and being nasty to him had made her defensive. She couldn't help but get a little defensive over the people she cared about. She ran a hand over her stomach, wondering what this Owen would make of how she looked and that she was having their son. She had to keep reminding herself that it still was the Owen she knew and loved, the love part wasn't a problem. From just talking to him she thought he was adorable. A bit of a dork but undoubtedly adorable. So it didn't worry her about agreeing to meet him.

Leaving Rain at home she headed out to meet Owen where he said he would be. She didn't rush because she couldn't really but she didn't want to keep him waiting. She looked a little anxious when she finally arrived, tugging on the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing. One of Owen's, something he'd worn because then she needed something comforting to remind her of her Owen. It was going to be a long... well however long this place decided it wanted to keep people like that.



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[info]genius_mind
2008-07-25 05:41 pm UTC (link)
Owen gazed up at her. He wasn't worried so much as just surprised. Such a quickened state of pregnancy, advancing at such a rate. That in itself could be problematic for her and the rate the child grew. It wasn't that he was afraid she would be harmed so much as he never had contemplated a pregnancy moving so fast.

"Well why would a baby kick. Er," he stammered. "Being lucky enough to be inside of you." He smiled. "Well, I would say I could look at you, but I... I'm not sure if there is a Torchwood in this world. If you are married to Owen, there must be one. No?"

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[info]nothing_of_note
2008-07-25 05:54 pm UTC (link)
"Because the baby is a Harper." She laughed, there was some of the humour lost to the fact it wasn't the right Owen that she was teasing.

"Yeah, there's Torchwood here, it's not far. Its pretty much where you'd expect it to be. So I was told." She put her head to one side and smiled at him. Absently wondering if he would have the scars that her Owen had.

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[info]genius_mind
2008-07-25 06:16 pm UTC (link)
"Ok..."

He smiled and inched his chair around the table, closer to her. "Why don't we go over there, hmm? I can do some tests on you, at least until your Owen returns. Or if I change back. However that may work." He moved his hand off of her belly and took her hand in his, threading their fingers together.

"You do seem to know more than I do. I trust you."

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[info]nothing_of_note
2008-07-26 06:37 pm UTC (link)
"No." She shook her head at him and looked anxious. "No tests, no more tests." Moving her hands over her stomach protectively. "Please." She just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and have him wrap his arms around her telling her it was okay, everything was fine.

"I..." Giving a little choking sound Lyssa started crying. She did know a fair a lot, but it was probably a lot different to what he would know. She reached his hand and held onto it as if there was nothing else but them then.

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[info]genius_mind
2008-07-28 06:53 pm UTC (link)
"Hey... No more tests. Ok. No more tests." He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. He felt rather awkward. He didn't want to make her cry and he was pretty sure that he just had. Tentative hands stroked her hair and back, gently rocking her.

"Shhh," he stammered, kissing her temple. "Why don't we just go home. You can show me this flat of yours?"

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[info]nothing_of_note
2008-07-29 11:48 am UTC (link)
"Home." She looked up at him, she didn't want to be crying, she didn't want to feel like that or make him feel bad. She sniffed, eyes already looking slightly red. "It's not far. Am I..." She started and had to stop to wipe her eyes. "Am I putting him at risk saying no?" She hiccuped.

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[info]genius_mind
2008-07-29 11:55 am UTC (link)
To be honest, Owen didn't know that. He couldn't say yes or no. He could say probably not, if this wasn't the first advanced pregnancy that she was having and the other turned out fine. But could he actually say that? He didn't know. And he hated to have to guess. He reached up and wiped her eyes with his thumb, smiling ever so softly.

"I doubt it," he murmured. "Shouldn't cry. Pretty faces shouldn't be red."

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[info]nothing_of_note
2008-07-29 01:44 pm UTC (link)
She pushed herself to her feet, leaning on the table a moment to sort out money to pay before picking up her bag she looked down at him.

"Come on, I'll take you home." She managed to smile at him, though she didn't feel that much like she should.

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