23, Owen x Gwen âşď¸
23. carrying the other one in their arms
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âGwen?â Owen said. âAre you⌠carrying me?â When he finally came to, the first thing he saw was the burning wreckage of the house over Gwenâs shoulder. That was the one the Slitheen family had been holed up in. That fucking moron had hit him on the head with a bat. Ow.
The second thing he noticed was that he was being carried. Well, that was surely a reversal of positions.
âOh, Owen, thank God,â Gwen said, upon hearing Owen speak. âDo you think you can walk?â
âYeah, I think so. I was hit on the head, not my legs. Remember?â
She rolled her eyes and gently put him down. He felt a bit disoriented, even on his feet. He stumbled a bit, and Gwen wrapped an arm around him.
âYou okay?â Gwen said.
âI think I might have a concussion, but otherwise Iâm fine. You?â
âIâm all right. The Slitheen are gone, set fire to the house and disappeared.â
âSo we didnât even get them?â
âNo.â She sighed. Then she grinned. âBut weâll get âem next time.â She gave Owenâs shoulder a pat.
âYeah, if they come back. Itâs frankly insulting getting defeated with a bat to the head. I need some payback.â
Gwen hugged Owen tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âIâm glad youâre okay,â she said quietly.
Owen ran his fingers through her hair. âYeah, me too.â
âSince the rest of the team wasnât there... I thought I was going to lose you.â
âNah.â He grinned. âThey wonât get me that easily.â He pressed a kiss to her cheek before she backed away.
She smiled softly at him and looped her arm around his, being his support as they walked back to the SUV.
