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badly_knitted) wrote2025-03-03 05:59 pm
badly_knitted) wrote2025-03-03 05:59 pm
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Ficlet: A Stupid Crush
Title: A Stupid Crush
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Tosh, Owen.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 513
Spoilers: Set pre-series.
Summary: Tosh doesn’t want to feel this way about Owen, but she can’t help herself.
Written For:
rosevtea’s prompt any, any, unwanted crush, at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Most days, Tosh wishes she could stop feeling the way she does about Owen, because she knows by now he’ll never be interested in the quiet, reserved little techie sitting at the next workstation. She’s not the kind of woman that interests him, she doesn’t have a curvy, sexy figure, doesn’t drink too much, wear revealing clothes, and flaunt herself for all the men to look at, and she would never fall into bed with him for a one-night stand, no strings attached, because that’s not how she’s wired…
Not that it matters, not to him. He barely notices her when she’s right here, and if he thinks of her at all, which she knows he probably doesn’t, it’s as no more than a colleague, someone he has to work with, someone who’s occasionally useful if he’s having technical issues. Aside from that, as far as he’s concerned, she might as well be just another one of the Hub’s fixtures.
She’s beginning to suspect she might have masochistic tendencies, perhaps as a result of her months in the UNIT prison, a subconscious belief that she’s so damaged, so inherently worthless, that she doesn’t deserve anything better than an equally damaged person. She hopes she’s wrong, because it’s a thoroughly depressing thought, but still…
The truth is, Owen Harper isn’t even all that likeable. He’s rude, arrogant, obnoxious, often deliberately mean to everyone around him, lashing out with harsh words and pointed insults, and in the year since Jack recruited him to Torchwood Three, she hasn’t heard him apologise once, not for anything, so it baffles her why she even WANTS him to notice her. He isn’t even particularly handsome, his face is sort of pinched and his mouth is too wide, and too often set in a twisted sneer, and yet just the sight of him, or the sound of his voice, stirs something deep within her, sets her heart beating faster, butterflies fluttering inside her stomach.
It's stupid, she’s almost thirty, and here she is acting like a lovesick teenager, mooning over the boy who sits beside her in class, desperate for him to glance her way, to see her, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t make this thing, whatever it is, go away. She shouldn’t, she CAN’T, be in love with someone who scarcely acknowledges her existence, it would be ridiculous, so obviously, whatever she thinks she’s feeling, it’s nothing more than a silly crush, no different from the ones she had when she was in her early teens, just becoming aware of boys, and yet…
Once in a while, completely out of the blue, Owen smiles at her, says something nice, even sweet, making her heart skip a beat, and she catches herself thinking that maybe he does like her after all. Perhaps, beneath all his crass behaviour, his quick temper, and prickly exterior, a genuinely warm and caring person might be hiding, just waiting for a good enough reason to surface.
And because of that, she can’t stop hoping, no matter how much she wants to.
The End
Not that it matters, not to him. He barely notices her when she’s right here, and if he thinks of her at all, which she knows he probably doesn’t, it’s as no more than a colleague, someone he has to work with, someone who’s occasionally useful if he’s having technical issues. Aside from that, as far as he’s concerned, she might as well be just another one of the Hub’s fixtures.
She’s beginning to suspect she might have masochistic tendencies, perhaps as a result of her months in the UNIT prison, a subconscious belief that she’s so damaged, so inherently worthless, that she doesn’t deserve anything better than an equally damaged person. She hopes she’s wrong, because it’s a thoroughly depressing thought, but still…
The truth is, Owen Harper isn’t even all that likeable. He’s rude, arrogant, obnoxious, often deliberately mean to everyone around him, lashing out with harsh words and pointed insults, and in the year since Jack recruited him to Torchwood Three, she hasn’t heard him apologise once, not for anything, so it baffles her why she even WANTS him to notice her. He isn’t even particularly handsome, his face is sort of pinched and his mouth is too wide, and too often set in a twisted sneer, and yet just the sight of him, or the sound of his voice, stirs something deep within her, sets her heart beating faster, butterflies fluttering inside her stomach.
It's stupid, she’s almost thirty, and here she is acting like a lovesick teenager, mooning over the boy who sits beside her in class, desperate for him to glance her way, to see her, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t make this thing, whatever it is, go away. She shouldn’t, she CAN’T, be in love with someone who scarcely acknowledges her existence, it would be ridiculous, so obviously, whatever she thinks she’s feeling, it’s nothing more than a silly crush, no different from the ones she had when she was in her early teens, just becoming aware of boys, and yet…
Once in a while, completely out of the blue, Owen smiles at her, says something nice, even sweet, making her heart skip a beat, and she catches herself thinking that maybe he does like her after all. Perhaps, beneath all his crass behaviour, his quick temper, and prickly exterior, a genuinely warm and caring person might be hiding, just waiting for a good enough reason to surface.
And because of that, she can’t stop hoping, no matter how much she wants to.
The End
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