Space that can't be filled - Prompt_five/ Prompt 01
eTitle: Space that can't be filled
Author:
ladydeadlock
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones
Prompt: Prompt 01 of
prompt_five : And then there were three.
Word count: 603
Rating:G
Author's notes: Thanks to
mistojen for the post-posting beta, and the basics on the ratings.
It felt cold. There was too much space and too much air in the Hub.
All three of them knew this, and felt it, too.
Gwen rubbed her hands against her arms and shoulders, trying to warm herself up to no avail, while Ianto had been standing next to the warmed up coffee machine for a while now, even though none of them had drunk any coffee in hours. Jack hadn’t taken off his trench coat, and it didn’t seem likely that he would.
All of them seemed at loss as to what they should do next. The once comfortable place of work now felt like a strange place altogether.
Captain Jack Harkness, the self-appointed boss, looked around the Hub with a very bleak look on his face. None of them were doctors, or IT wizards, and they definitely needed both of these to complete the team.
They used to be five, the boss, the doctor, the IT tech, the office boy and… Gwen; undefined, but quite necessary.
Now, his beloved team was reduced to the boss, the office boy and, again, Gwen.
And boy, was he missing the other two already.
But he wouldn’t dwell in it, he couldn’t afford to. If he lost all hope and cried, like he very much wanted to do, what of the other two, very fragile boy and girl counting on him to make everything better?
A sigh. And another sigh.
A third sigh, this time with her eyes closed.
Her tears had dried a while ago, but she still felt like crying, in fact, she really felt like hitting something. She wished she could have known them better.
Not that she hadn’t known the doctor much better than most people, that one night, many months ago.
What she meant was that she wished she had known them as people, maybe even friends, much better than she had a chance to.
She should get a coat; it was cold in there. Then again, something told Gwen that a coat wouldn’t make much of a change for the better on that occasion.
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and let out another sigh. She wouldn’t dare look at the other two; wouldn’t bear to.
Gwen considered calling it a day, going home, and wrapping herself in Rhys’ arms to cry the night away. It seemed like a good idea, but on the other hand, it felt disloyal to leave that place and the other two at that time. She sat down, and made a point to stay right there until it felt okay to go home. Rhys would wait for her, thank God.
Should he make coffee, shouldn’t he, would it make a difference at all?
Ianto’s pressing questions were these, but only because the general mood and feel were heart wrenching and he didn’t want to think about it anymore, if he could.
In any case, he would stand by the coffee machine because, honestly, he didn’t know what else to do or where else to be.
Nobody had said a word in over an hour, and normally he would wisecrack about it, but not this time.
Nothing any of them might say would change a thing about how he felt. He imagined it wouldn’t improve Gwen or Jack’s state of mind, either.
He wondered where they would go from there; and he didn’t come up with an answer. He looked at the other two. Both looked defeated, as well. Ianto shook his head in disbelief, still.
It seemed clear to the office boy that none of them would have any ideas in a long, long time.
Author:
ladydeadlock
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones
Prompt: Prompt 01 of
prompt_five : And then there were three.
Word count: 603
Rating:G
Author's notes: Thanks to
mistojen for the post-posting beta, and the basics on the ratings.
It felt cold. There was too much space and too much air in the Hub.
All three of them knew this, and felt it, too.
Gwen rubbed her hands against her arms and shoulders, trying to warm herself up to no avail, while Ianto had been standing next to the warmed up coffee machine for a while now, even though none of them had drunk any coffee in hours. Jack hadn’t taken off his trench coat, and it didn’t seem likely that he would.
All of them seemed at loss as to what they should do next. The once comfortable place of work now felt like a strange place altogether.
Captain Jack Harkness, the self-appointed boss, looked around the Hub with a very bleak look on his face. None of them were doctors, or IT wizards, and they definitely needed both of these to complete the team.
They used to be five, the boss, the doctor, the IT tech, the office boy and… Gwen; undefined, but quite necessary.
Now, his beloved team was reduced to the boss, the office boy and, again, Gwen.
And boy, was he missing the other two already.
But he wouldn’t dwell in it, he couldn’t afford to. If he lost all hope and cried, like he very much wanted to do, what of the other two, very fragile boy and girl counting on him to make everything better?
A sigh. And another sigh.
A third sigh, this time with her eyes closed.
Her tears had dried a while ago, but she still felt like crying, in fact, she really felt like hitting something. She wished she could have known them better.
Not that she hadn’t known the doctor much better than most people, that one night, many months ago.
What she meant was that she wished she had known them as people, maybe even friends, much better than she had a chance to.
She should get a coat; it was cold in there. Then again, something told Gwen that a coat wouldn’t make much of a change for the better on that occasion.
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and let out another sigh. She wouldn’t dare look at the other two; wouldn’t bear to.
Gwen considered calling it a day, going home, and wrapping herself in Rhys’ arms to cry the night away. It seemed like a good idea, but on the other hand, it felt disloyal to leave that place and the other two at that time. She sat down, and made a point to stay right there until it felt okay to go home. Rhys would wait for her, thank God.
Should he make coffee, shouldn’t he, would it make a difference at all?
Ianto’s pressing questions were these, but only because the general mood and feel were heart wrenching and he didn’t want to think about it anymore, if he could.
In any case, he would stand by the coffee machine because, honestly, he didn’t know what else to do or where else to be.
Nobody had said a word in over an hour, and normally he would wisecrack about it, but not this time.
Nothing any of them might say would change a thing about how he felt. He imagined it wouldn’t improve Gwen or Jack’s state of mind, either.
He wondered where they would go from there; and he didn’t come up with an answer. He looked at the other two. Both looked defeated, as well. Ianto shook his head in disbelief, still.
It seemed clear to the office boy that none of them would have any ideas in a long, long time.