Fantasies; Torchwood; R
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morgynleriPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter Warnings: personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
Fantasies
"Characters and people aren't the same thing"
"... distracting at the wrong moment."
The voice floated through the haze that was clouding Morgyn's mind, and she struggled to open her eyes, trying to figure out where she was, and how she got there.
"She was worried about her... traveling companions, Owen! She needed to be reassured, not sedated." That voice was familiar, and memory, at least, returned. Con, strange shite, a battlefield, Torchwood. A needle, and trying to hit the person wielding it.
"Don't need sympathy, bitch," Morgyn muttered, still fighting the drugs in her system.
"Try not to sit up too fast." Owen again, an edge to his voice that made Morgyn grind her teeth. "Don't need you to hit your head as well."
Morgyn managed to get her eyes open, glaring at the blurry shapes in the same direction the voices had come from. "Glasses."
"Here." One of the shapes resolved itself into Gwen, as the woman came over, picking up the glasses from a table next to the bed Morgyn was in. "How are you feeling?"
"Just peachy." Morgyn slid the glasses onto her face, a fraction more comfortable now that she could see where she was. "Where am I?"
"Cardiff A&E." Owen crossed his arms over his chest, giving Morgyn glare for glare. "You didn't mention you were soaked to the skin when you fell through the Rift."
"Sorry for caring more about people who were actually injured!" Morgyn snapped back. "I wasn't the one trying to sleep, and slurring my words. Or the one who looked like a ghost, and was shivering fit to rattle teeth. I could wait."
"You were the only one we could save, and you were making it impossible to make sure you were as well off as you thought you were. Did you even notice that your right foot was broken? Or that you'd been shot?"
"No." Morgyn ground her teeth, wishing she had something near at hand to throw at Owen. She had noticed her leg bleeding, but it was only a scrape, and it had stopped bleeding before they'd been found. It hurt more now than it had then, a throbbing ache across the back of her calf. "I had other concerns. Like getting Jenni away from that battlefield alive, like making sure that the two who had lived past falling through the Rift survived for help to show up."
"Stop it, both of you!" Gwen gave them both an exasperated glare. "She doesn't need you scolding her, Owen. And you don't need to antagonize Owen."
Morgyn pressed her lips together, fuming, but keeping the comment telling Gwen where to shove her misplaced sympathy to herself. Gwen had a point, that it wouldn't do to antagonize the people she knew had a connection that would get her home, even if that wasn't the one she was trying to make.
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Morgyn reached for a glass of water as Tony turned off the camera for the day, holding the glass against her forehead a moment after sipping at the water. "It's almost embaressing to remember how much I wanted to just pet Owen before I met him in person, now." Her voice was quiet, and she picked up the fork next to the plate of take-out that had been brought in a few moments before.
"Characters and people aren't the same thing, when you're dealing with them." Becky snagged a dumpling out of one of the containers, keeping a careful eye on Morgyn.
"No, they're not." Morgyn snorted, stabbing at the dumpling on her plate, nibbling at it. "Owen... It's a miracle I made it through six and a half years of dealing with him without killing him. He's just... I don't deal too well with someone who strikes the particular chord in me that he does. I get along fine in small doses when I'm in a good mood, and let's just say Owen makes it hard for me to stay in a good mood."
Part 5
Author's Note: I thought it had run away. If anyone's still reading this, I might still finish it, but no promises, no promises at all.
Part 2
Part 3
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter Warnings: personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
"Characters and people aren't the same thing"
"... distracting at the wrong moment."
The voice floated through the haze that was clouding Morgyn's mind, and she struggled to open her eyes, trying to figure out where she was, and how she got there.
"She was worried about her... traveling companions, Owen! She needed to be reassured, not sedated." That voice was familiar, and memory, at least, returned. Con, strange shite, a battlefield, Torchwood. A needle, and trying to hit the person wielding it.
"Don't need sympathy, bitch," Morgyn muttered, still fighting the drugs in her system.
"Try not to sit up too fast." Owen again, an edge to his voice that made Morgyn grind her teeth. "Don't need you to hit your head as well."
Morgyn managed to get her eyes open, glaring at the blurry shapes in the same direction the voices had come from. "Glasses."
"Here." One of the shapes resolved itself into Gwen, as the woman came over, picking up the glasses from a table next to the bed Morgyn was in. "How are you feeling?"
"Just peachy." Morgyn slid the glasses onto her face, a fraction more comfortable now that she could see where she was. "Where am I?"
"Cardiff A&E." Owen crossed his arms over his chest, giving Morgyn glare for glare. "You didn't mention you were soaked to the skin when you fell through the Rift."
"Sorry for caring more about people who were actually injured!" Morgyn snapped back. "I wasn't the one trying to sleep, and slurring my words. Or the one who looked like a ghost, and was shivering fit to rattle teeth. I could wait."
"You were the only one we could save, and you were making it impossible to make sure you were as well off as you thought you were. Did you even notice that your right foot was broken? Or that you'd been shot?"
"No." Morgyn ground her teeth, wishing she had something near at hand to throw at Owen. She had noticed her leg bleeding, but it was only a scrape, and it had stopped bleeding before they'd been found. It hurt more now than it had then, a throbbing ache across the back of her calf. "I had other concerns. Like getting Jenni away from that battlefield alive, like making sure that the two who had lived past falling through the Rift survived for help to show up."
"Stop it, both of you!" Gwen gave them both an exasperated glare. "She doesn't need you scolding her, Owen. And you don't need to antagonize Owen."
Morgyn pressed her lips together, fuming, but keeping the comment telling Gwen where to shove her misplaced sympathy to herself. Gwen had a point, that it wouldn't do to antagonize the people she knew had a connection that would get her home, even if that wasn't the one she was trying to make.
Morgyn reached for a glass of water as Tony turned off the camera for the day, holding the glass against her forehead a moment after sipping at the water. "It's almost embaressing to remember how much I wanted to just pet Owen before I met him in person, now." Her voice was quiet, and she picked up the fork next to the plate of take-out that had been brought in a few moments before.
"Characters and people aren't the same thing, when you're dealing with them." Becky snagged a dumpling out of one of the containers, keeping a careful eye on Morgyn.
"No, they're not." Morgyn snorted, stabbing at the dumpling on her plate, nibbling at it. "Owen... It's a miracle I made it through six and a half years of dealing with him without killing him. He's just... I don't deal too well with someone who strikes the particular chord in me that he does. I get along fine in small doses when I'm in a good mood, and let's just say Owen makes it hard for me to stay in a good mood."
Part 5
Author's Note: I thought it had run away. If anyone's still reading this, I might still finish it, but no promises, no promises at all.