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Owen's Story (Prompt: Mask - Rated T)
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A short challenge drabble

A mask that’s all it was, to hide my hurt, to hide my love, to even hide the descend of madness.

My mask was simply created the day I lost my wife, the day Jack Harkness came into my life, the day I was offered a job on her tombstone, the day I pushed myself into work to just have one moment of peace.

A mask that’s all it was, to hide from the team, to hide my sexual conquests, to hide my empathy for the creatures in the basement.

And only when I died, my mask cracked.

Go figure.

For this Torchwood community

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OH my Word this is so perfectly Owen its scary.

Brillliant!

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