Remix: A Waiting Game (The Aftercare Remix) [Owen/Jack, 100 words, rated PG], by lilfluffykitten
When it was all over and Jack has finally been allowed release from his bonds, physical and otherwise, Owen busies himself with the same routine. Unbuckling, repositioning, waiting; his usual silent vigil.
There’s no timeframe here. It might take minutes, it might take hours. Owen knows all about endorphins and subspace, hell he’s been there, but it still scares him sometimes to see Jack so still, almost like the death he flirts with but can’t have. Then his mind reboots and he stretches, rolls over, and grins his usual relaxed ‘take on anything’ grin. Returned and fixed - for now.