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It'd been about a week since they fought and with that a week since they made up that night. Hell, a week since they even started being friendly toward one another, though it was still snide as all hell, but both men had a bit of a teasing smirk and a bit of a playful spark to the eye while making their comments.
"What's goin' on between them?" Gwen watched as the Welshman and the Englishman joked quietly among themselves while they ate lunch. "Last I remember, Owen hated the piss out of Ianto. Can't say any differently for Ianto." Tosh shrugged simply as she swallowed, wiping her mouth on her napkin.
"Ianto mentioned that they went to the pub together after they fought so they could finally get their differences aside. They seem a little happier, at least," she replied before she took a drink from her cup. "Owen doesn't look as angry, either, but I think that's because Ianto managed to convince him he needs help with all of Jack's work considering he doesn't live here." She looked to Gwen before quickly adding, "not that you weren't helping before, of course! But I figure we're not the same as Jack... He knows how to do so much more than we know. It'd be easier for us to split the work since we're not nearly as wise as he is..."
Gwen gave her a look of mild confusion, not sure if she should be offended before Tosh shook her head, "that wasn't what I meant. Just... Look at Jack. In his eyes. He's seen so much compared to us... Not that we haven't seen quite a bit." The Welshwoman nodded in understanding before sighing and looking back to the boys.
"I s'pose it's better they get along while Jack is gone as compared to fight all the time. Who knows, maybe they'll still get along after Jack comes back?" She watched as Ianto got up and threw away his take away trash before he slipped out of the conference room to get back to work. Owen, still not quite finished, moved down to join the girls.
"Afternoon, ladies. Everythin' well?"
"Everythin' is fine," Gwen responded with a toothy grin. "Glad everythin' sorted out, too. We were afraid we'd lose you two..."
Owen tightened a little. He didn't want commentary on his developing friendship, it was unnecessary. "I don' really think it's much of yer concern..." His voice was low, mumbly, but Gwen and Tosh both heard him and Gwen frowned while Tosh gave him a slightly confused look..
"I was only sayin' I'm relieved you two are actually tryin'. We can't afford to lose either of you right now."
Owen got up. "I get it. But I don't need your commentary on it. We aren't pets fer th' two've you t' observe while we have downtime. Yea, we're workin' on gettin' along. As far as I know, it's for th' sake of my job an' my sanity." He stormed out of the conference room. Tosh watched as he stomped off and then looked to Gwen. She was almost relieved that the closeness between the two of them was just about nonexistent at this point.
"He's always so crabby," she murmured after a minute, shaking her head so Gwen didn't realise she'd been staring for a little bit. As they finished up their lunch. They went out to the Hub to hearing a voice over the speaker system attached to Owen's desk, a call from the newly elected Harold Saxon talking about a potential alien threat in the Himalayas.
"You say potential... How potential is it?" Owen didn't trust the sound of his voice, but something was still egging him to accept.
"The readings are getting bigger every day. You can take a look for yourself." By now, Gwen and Tosh had joined the boys, brows creasing as a file popped up. Owen moved it to a different monitor before enlarging it and they seemed to be fairly accurate. Tosh seemed to agree too. She leaned down and looked at the readings Saxon was showing them. "I've been reading reports about alleged sightings in the area... I wasn't quite sure if they were true, but he's showing us information that I've been meaning to look into..."
"So yer tellin' me we gotta go all th' bloody way out there?" Owen looked over his shoulder at her and the image of Saxon chuckling softly on the screen was seen.
"You're the best the United Kingdom has. Better than U.N.I.T even."
Oh, flattery... He read up well on Owen. The medic's eyes moved so he looked at Saxon out of the corner of his eye, a brow quirked. "So that's why yer pickin' us? We're better?" Harold Saxon nodded his head and Owen couldn't help but let out a slightly bemused chuckle.
"That's why I'm coming to you all. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this."
So they accepted. Of course, it took a private discussion between them, but they accepted. Even with the flattery though, Owen was still paranoid about the matter. Even if Tosh could back it up, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling. Ianto and Gwen seemed to have it to.
They had no idea what was in store for the world to come...