stewie griffin (genius_mind) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-02-11 18:36:00 |
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Current location: | london |
Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | catherine "kit" harper-holmes, ianto jones, owen harper |
Who: Owen Harper, Kit Harper, and anyone who wants to play
Where: a random pub, London, England
What: Owen is now a father, and looking for Kit, who had his car
Rating: PG-13 for swearing when he finds out Kit TOTALED his car beyond repair ;D
Owen wandered out of the hospital, feeling a bit confused. He was very happy that he was a father now to not only one girl, but two. He had two beautiful daughters now. And he wanted to share it with the world. But first he had to find his other daughter, Kit. He'd been so worried about Lyssa and the baby, helping to deliver it, that he'd forgotten about Kit. Now Kit was nowhere to be found, not answering her mobile, and his car wasn't in the hospital lot either. This did not bode well.
"Maybe she just wandered to a pub? Can't be far, aye?" He looked around. If that were true, then why wouldn't the car still be parked. There were a few good pubs within walking distance. Though he wasn't sure Kit heard that. Suddenly, he heard sirens. Eyes widening, he started to run down the street to where the sound was coming from.
"OH BLOODY FUCK!"
He didn't get very far. He saw his car alright. It was slammed into a light pole. Literally. The car had hit the pole front on. Although the pole was hardly moved, the front of the car looked like it was wrapped around it. Owen wandered up to the police and spoke to them. Unfortunately, here Torchwood didn't have as much clout, at least not for him. He explained that it was his car, his daughter had probably taken it, and was glad to find out that there were no injuries. At least none that they knew of, she wasn't there! He found out where the car was going to be towed and knew he'd be paying a bit of a fine.
Turning around, Owen saw a glimpse of dark hair through the glass of the pub across the street. He glared as he made his way there, muttering to himself all the rude things he would tell her.