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((set sometime after this roadtrip))

Lyssa was back in New York City. Not where she'd been planning on going back to. She was heading out to find the farm where she had thought she could be some help. Instead she was back where she'd started. Looking for something that may not even had come along with her. Even if it had it was very likely to be dying. That was the problem, it wasn't exactly a machine. Organics were curious things, this one probably more so because it had adapted to function with Lyssa. It had put up with her more interesting quirks of her personality that had been lost over a year in Cardiff with people who she had helped. Though one interesting little habit of hers had stayed. And that was the same as Jack's. She liked rooftops. No she loved rooftops. She was stood on top of a building then. Trying to think where the ship would be. She's just help out this Owen then be on her way again.

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"Yeah." She pulls her hand back. "That's messed up. You let everyone poke you?"

"Only the select few." He shrugs. "You, so far, and Martha... and a girl called Maggie, 'cause I wanted to prove I was dead."

"Oh I've met Martha. And seeing is believing or something."

"Martha's a good girl", he says with something between warm and wistful in his voice. "Gonna make a great doctor."

"She is a doctor when I met her, cept for her shouting at you we got along."

"Oh, she's qualified when I met her. Just hadn't been for long." That wry quirk of a grin appears again. "I probably deserved it."

"I'm biased, I say you didn't. I think I went so far to growl at her." She hid her face behind her hands.

Owen bursts out laughing.

When he stops, "So, you and me, were we...?"

"It's complicated. You don't want to hear." She's bright red and not looking at him.

"You know what? I really do."

His wound is getting smaller, but he's stopped paying attention.

She should have known.

"Fine. We've slept together twice a year ago, and since then well... we've been good friends..." There was a whole lot more but she wasn't willingly sharing that yet.

"Good friends." He looks at her consideringly. "First time I've managed that after sex. Almost."

"Yeah well, it's been interesting."

"I bet it has." He knows what Torchwood brings to life, and he glances down at his chest again now. "Oh, look at that."

"Wouldn't change anything though." She looks. "Looks a bit better now."

"Looks a lot better." He smiles slightly. "Yeah, I... wouldn't have given it up either. For all the bad."

"You look better when you smile."

"People tell me that."

It just took him a while to be able to again. And then Diane broke him. Again.

"They're right. You should listen sometimes."

"I'll get there."

"Good."

"I know about Diane."

That actually shuts him up for a few minutes.

Eventually, "You were there?"

"Not exactly, but I've met her." She looks impressed. "She's something, wow."

"Yeah, she really was." The smile turns a little sad. "Stupid of me to let her go."

She doesn't like him sad. "You don't let people like her go. They leave. Leave you wondering what the hell happened. You get good memories. Though they're nothing compared to the person, they're worth every second. And you'd do it again too." It's a rare moment she says so much about herself without oversharing.

"I regret never making a move." She smiles.