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| Blowing Off Steam; Adam plot: Andy flees, finds tea. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 4 2009, 08:20 PM (255 Views) | |
| Andy Davidson | Dec 4 2009, 08:20 PM Post #1 |
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Andy's feet carried him up the metal steps to the catwalk area. He went faster the further up he got until he was almost sprinting to the kitchenette. If it had had a door, he might have slammed it behind him. The kettle landed hard on the burner. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand and pulled up a chair so that he could stare at it as it warmed up. If Torchwood's got all the alien tech, why hasn't Torchwood got a bloody electric kettle? He kicked halfheartedly at the cupboards and clenched his hands into fists. The urge to grab the wire dish drainer and send it and the dishes in it hurtling to the floor was immense. It was all the more reason to sit and watch the kettle and wait. |
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 4 2009, 09:06 PM Post #2 |
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"Stay," he murmured to himself, arms crossed tight. Owen's absence was impossible to bear, but if he went to Owen he'd have to go back down there. "Stay, stay, stay, stay." The metal bottom rumbled. Andy closed his eyes shut everything out. Boiling water. That's what he felt like. |
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| Owen Harper | Dec 5 2009, 11:23 AM Post #3 |
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OOC: Cont'd from: Hub: Main Area: Incursion It didn't take much thought to figure out where Andy had gone. There wasn't much on the catwalk level of the Hub, and the kitchenette was the most closed-off area, barring the greenhouse, which Owen could bet good money on Andy not wanting to venture near at the moment. Besides, real or unreal, right now he still knew Andy, and he was unsurprised to find him hunkered down in a chair, a kettle on the stove. It was a relief to even see him, but unsure of his actual welcome, Owen stayed hovering in the doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest, unconsciously mirroring Andy's posture. "Hey," he said quietly. |
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 5 2009, 12:02 PM Post #4 |
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"Hey." He didn't look up. The water in the kettle was small thunder, now, like a miniature stampede. If his eyes were open, he'd see steam rising from the cap, close to whistling. Two cups of tea then. "When we came back, we wound up in hospital. We stayed overnight before we came back from Cardiff. I'd hurt my wrist. Ianto had concussion," he said softly. "But I don't remember where I got this." Andy tucked a finger under his collar and drew out a cord necklace with a little pouch at the end. "There's a bullet in there. Deformed, like it's been fired, but I don't remember anything about it. I just know that when I see it my guts go tight, and that sitting in here when something's wrong seems like the only thing I've done that makes sense right now." Edited by Andy Davidson, Dec 5 2009, 12:03 PM.
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| Owen Harper | Dec 5 2009, 12:20 PM Post #5 |
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Owen stayed where he was as well. "What if I don't want to remember? Everything we're finding out is horrible, and I'm sick of that." He worried at his lip. "When we were in the park, I thought I must've done something to my shoulder, but it hurts like an old injury. But I don't remember getting hurt." "I still have the keys to my flat on my keyring. And my car. But being in my flat felt wrong. Empty. And I don't want that." It felt like rehashing all the things they'd gone over when they first got back from the hospital. But he couldn't remember any details of the conversation. He just knew they'd had it. Probably. |
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 6 2009, 09:33 AM Post #6 |
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The faintest hint of whistle prompted Andy to stand up and reach into the drainer for a pair of cups. As the shriek grew he dropped a teabag into each. He hated that it went quiet when he lifted it from the heat. The anger he felt was the old, familiar teenage stuff. If it weren't for the fact that he'd got old enough to think past the crash and noise, he'd welcome it. Instead, in silent protest, he made the teas identical. Two sugars. Milk. He picked his up and stepped aside far enough that if Owen wanted the other, he could take it. "I'm thinking in extremes," he said after his first sip. "Everything and nothing, and the world isn't like that. It means I'm not thinking straight and I need to step through a little at a time, but everything I see tells me it's going to break my heart." |
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| Owen Harper | Dec 6 2009, 09:54 AM Post #7 |
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Owen took the other cup, largely to keep his hands occupied. He wrapped both hands around the mug, thumb stroking idly against the porcelain. Really he wanted to take Andy and run away, and not deal with any of this. "We should find out what's really going on. That was just one clip, and it was weeks old," he offered. "It could be not as bad as all that." He took a small sip of the tea, and made a face at the milky taste. "I'd rather have this, though. I don't want to do this without you." |
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 7 2009, 10:55 AM Post #8 |
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"Me neither," he said and leaned closer so that their shoulders touched. The comfort was instant. If he could only have this... Andy closed his eyes and broke contact. "If it's all of us, we can't afford to be distracted. Our duty has to be to the truth." |
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| Owen Harper | Dec 7 2009, 11:12 AM Post #9 |
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Andy's touch felt good. Owen leaned into it until Andy pulled away. "Yeah," he said with a sigh. "We'll figure something out." He tugged Andy closer again and kissed his cheek. "We'll make it work." He leaned back reluctantly. "Ready to go back?" |
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 7 2009, 05:54 PM Post #10 |
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"Not yet." Andy pushed Owen up against the counter to kiss him properly. If what they had was good and true, this could just be icing. If it wasn't, though, he wanted it while it lasted. When he pulled back, he pulled back breathless and quietly cursing that now was definitely not the time to take things further. "There." |
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| Owen Harper | Dec 7 2009, 06:11 PM Post #11 |
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Owen wrapped his hands around Andy's waist as he was crowded against the counter. If this was all going to disappear, he was going to try and cram as much sense-memory and subconscious hints into his head as he possibly could, from the press of Andy's body against his to the way he smelled. "There." Owen quirked a smile and slid his hands off Andy's hips reluctantly, one finger catching in the belt loop of his jeans for a moment before dropping free. "I'm not giving up." He led the way out of the kitchen, mug of tea sitting unfinished on the counter. OOC: Back to Incursion! Edited by Owen Harper, Dec 7 2009, 06:37 PM.
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| Andy Davidson | Dec 8 2009, 10:33 AM Post #12 |
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Andy poured out Owen's tea and left the cup in the sink, then followed. OOC: And back down to Incursion. |
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