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When: Master's Wardrobe 1941
Who: Owen Harper
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Where: The Town Pub
What:
Owen wasn't about to just sit there and enjoy a little bit of time listening to fireside chats or just sit. It was bloody boring and Owen went to go dig up an old 36 Bently from the garage to take out to town.
He's still hurting from the pain in his chest and he's waiting for Liz to figure out the same. Its boring here. "Come on, I'm leaving if you lot want to go get something to drink. Harkness! You get to watch Robbie for the night!" He calls out from the driveway of the old manor.
"This is the most boring trip we've ever been on now! Come on why don't we go poke fun at Hitler?" Owen protests and he takes a deep breath. "I'd take Nazi zombies right about now."
Who: Owen Harper
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Where: The Town Pub
What:
Owen wasn't about to just sit there and enjoy a little bit of time listening to fireside chats or just sit. It was bloody boring and Owen went to go dig up an old 36 Bently from the garage to take out to town.
He's still hurting from the pain in his chest and he's waiting for Liz to figure out the same. Its boring here. "Come on, I'm leaving if you lot want to go get something to drink. Harkness! You get to watch Robbie for the night!" He calls out from the driveway of the old manor.
"This is the most boring trip we've ever been on now! Come on why don't we go poke fun at Hitler?" Owen protests and he takes a deep breath. "I'd take Nazi zombies right about now."
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Owen's going to open the heavy car door for Liz and he hopes this will be a normal trip. He liked the trip to the Rockies for the fact it was normal without getting shot at.
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She shoots Owen a look. He's not supposed to strain himself and she's being far too paranoid about what that might entail. Guess it's Owen's turn to get treated like he's made of glass. "Be careful." Her voice softens a little. "You don't have to be a perfect gentleman just 'cause you're dressed like one, you know?" It's sweet sure, but she'd rather not worry about him and get the door herself.
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He looks down at his boots and he eyes his cap. "Gonna need a clever story as to why a bloke like me isn't on the front. I'll just show them my bandaged ribs. Then again when every man's needed a bunch of broken ribs is just a flesh wound."
Owen finally finds the keys to the car and he walks over to the passenger side door. "What? I've got to practice if we're gonna have a 'vacation' during a rain storm of German bombs." He looks up to the sky and he mphs. "The Blitz is still on going and right now Saint Andrew's biggest worry is German's storming a bloody golf course."
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"Um..." Liz is awful at cover stories. She looks Owen up and down and wrinkles her nose. "Mentally unstable?" She offers.
She's got to give Owen that. The Doctor picked the least relaxing vacation spot. "Maybe he thought it would be exciting?" Liz says as she looks up as well. "You know the Doctor. He always thinks nearly dying is fun."
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There's a scrunched up face and Owen just stares at Liz. "Of course I did. I always make sure to bring plenty of extra underwear when we go on these trips."
Owen tries to limp and he laughs. "I'll balls it up. I can just say I'm on leave, so I can bloody get married. Maybe we'll run into a priest who can agree to marry us."
"Its war time. Its not exactly the safest place, sure we don't have German tanks on British soil but bombs are always a bitch," Owen finally gets into the old car and he takes a look at it. "I want to talk him into taking this car back with us." He finds the key under the floor mat and he winces as he sits himself back up slowly.
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"What?" Liz blinks at him. "OK, for one thing...I was kidding, and for another, why bring extra underwear?"
"I said mentally unstable, you idiot." She snickers when he tries to fake a limp. She means you idiot in the most loving way possible. The mention of the on leave to get married makes her smile. "You really wanna get married in the past?" Liz looks at Owen affectionately. She'd be game for it if he was, but she can't quite tell if he's kidding or not.
"How will be fit a car in a TARDIS?" Liz asks before she frowns at Owen's wince. She bites her lip to keep the reactionary 'be careful' from coming out, opting to reach out for his hand instead.
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"I'm stable!" Owen then blows the limp and he's limping on the wrong leg. He's doing this to be a total idiot. "Okay, I've got a limp in both legs." He now wobbles to the car. "I don't know. It's sorta cool idea and we don't have Torchwood getting in the way." This time he doesn't seem like he's kidding. "I saw a church not far from here and it looked alright."
He turns the key and he begins to drive up the snow covered road. "I don't know but I can try right? Maybe we can hide the car somewhere safe and fly it back to Los Angeles."
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She nearly bursts out laughing at that display. "I'm not the one you have to convince, Owen. I know you're damaged." Liz teases before adding. "But I like you anyway."
She settles down in the passenger seat and thinks about the suggestion. "I guess." Liz smiles as she really thinks over the idea of getting married here. "Everyone's here, and there's nothing to go wrong. For real this time." Her smiles grows and she leans over to press a kiss to Owen's cheek for being to fucking brilliant to think of this.
"You wanna get married in a church?" Liz asks. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. "I didn't...pack that dress I was gonna wear on New Years." She realizes sadly. "And...it wouldn't have fit in the time period anyway."
"Maybe..." Liz smiles, knowing this suggestion would piss both Jack and the Doctor off big time. "We can hide the car someplace safe no one will find it here and we can find it when we get back to our own time."
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He pulls out of the long drive way and he puts a finger to his lips. "Careful with what you say Liz." He thinks for a bit. "It doesn't matter. We could marry in the TARDIS and I would be happy. We can do the legal stuff when we get back to Los Angeles."
"We can get you a dress here or find something in the TARDIS' wardrobe." Owen continues down the narrow country road towards the town. "We're keeping this car.." He likes the old Bentley and it has a bit of class to it. "Alright, it's a little farty but it's got a classic farty style to it."
He cracks a smile and he looks at the land the manor's sitting on. "It shouldn't be that hard."
Eventually they finally find themselves at the town pub and Owen pulls up. "I'm just going to be a normal bloke. Just be careful we're going to have lots of very randy men on leave and there's an airbase not too far from here."
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She blushes a little. "I know it doesn't really matter where we get married, but the more I thought about it the more it seems like something I wanna do." Liz knows she's probably gonna get picked on for having a very girly moment. "This is, in theory, the only time we're gonna get married and it should be special, don't you think?"
She snickers at the idea of Owen wanting the car. "Do you have any idea how jealous our rich celebrity neighbors are gonna be when you come back with this car?" Maybe that's why he's doing it. Liz wouldn't put it past Owen to take great pleasure in one upping a bunch of Hollywood types.
Liz snickers at that comment and waits for Owen to do the gentlemanly thing and get the car door for her. "You'll just have to defend my honor, won't you?" She teases as she tries not to laugh. "Not like I can kick someone's ass myself. It's the 40s." Liz says pointedly. "Wouldn't be very ladylike of me."
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He cracks a smile and he looks to see the road widen a little bit when they get into the town. "Me either. I'm sure we can hire a decent priest on short notice. I found a money machine inside the TARDIS that'll give me some proper money. This is pretty bloody special if you ask me. We'll get married when Great Britain is defending herself and all of what's good from the forces of evil."
The car was nice and Owen will admit that. "With a bit of work, she'd turn heads alright." He points to the holes in the top. "We're driving a car that's dying to spend time out in Los Angeles. Alright, they'll turn heads and bitch about it not being a Prius."
"Oi, I heard lots of ladies in the 40's were tougher than you'd think. There was women pilots you know. Sure they didn't go out in the front but they still served their country. Mom needed everyone to contribute and being a proper wife wasn't gonna help in the end." Owen finally pulls up to the pub that's got a few military jeeps parked out in front of it. "And, feel free to knee these blokes in the balls."
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"I know that but..." She trails off. Part of her, though by now it's a very small part, still dreams of those white picket fences and 2.5 kids and all that domestic crap. "You're really OK with that?" Knowing Owen could handle it would make her brave enough to handle it, too. Enjoy it even. Maybe even love it, though she'd never admit it.
The mention of Robbie makes Liz nervous again. She's still not mentioned that ever growing fear her fire is genetic (in spite of there being no DNA evidence of it) to Owen. "Yeah, I know he's not like other kids. I mean, we made him on the TARDIS if the timing's right." She knows the odds are better than good that's when it happened. "He doesn't even have a real birthday if you think about it." Liz says sadly.
"A money machine?" Liz blinks, her jaw hanging open slightly. "You do know that can mess up the entire planet's economy, don't you?" Even so she blushes a little when Owen points out that their wedding could in fact be historic. "Oh, what the hell. We'll actually have a date to celebrate this time." She gets a blissful smile then. "Let's do it."
"You know this car needed leaded gas, right?" She grins at how happy it makes Owen, though. "Ed Begley Jr is gonna kick your ass." Liz adds, not entirely sure if she's teasing or not. You never can tell in California how seriously people take being green.
"And I'm here...not being a pilot or building planes or anything like that." Liz points out. She could, and would have, done that and then some, but that's neither here nor there. "Yeah, that's a good way to keep a lot profile. Nobody would think twice about a tiny chick in a dress taking a nut shot." Liz says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
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He's surprised that he's opened himself this much, that his style wasn't cramped with this 'domestic' life that Torchwood seemed to shun while it was in Cardiff. It could just be the change, the fact they've got more people working for them or God knows what. "Yeah, I'm okay with it Liz."
Owen continues to drive and of course there's no radio to fiddle with and he's never even thought about the chances of her fire being genetic. "Yeah, we left Earth. I wonder how Jack did it. I mean Alisa was taken off Earth herself towards the end. Its bloody wonderful ain't it? We don't know how many months our son is." He cracks a smile and he watches some military vehicles drive past him. "That's the fun of being a time traveler. Shit makes no sense and we can make it up on the go. Robbie's happy. He's healthy and that's all that matters to me."
"Yes. A money machine. I hardly doubt that will happen." The church is on the way to the pub. "I think it's from the 14th century too or somewhere like that. I bet knights got hitched in that church. We've got a car, a date and a church. We just need to find ourselves a priest."
He gives the dash a friendly pat and he rolls his eyes. "We'll need to fix that part. And, yes he's going to try to kick my arse. Well you can fly!" Owen pulls into a parking spot and he climbs out to go help Liz out. "Let's go get properly hammered. Course not. They're a bunch of horny flyboys who've been away from their ladies for too long. I'm sure nothing will go wrong."