BEYOND THE RIFT: Places to Hide
Title: Places to Hide
Characters/Pairing: Gwen and Marshall, mention of Ianto
Word Count: 190
Rating: G
Summary: I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing/and I'm running out of places to hide... In which Gwen finds out what happened to Ianto.
Notes: I don't know, it had to be written. It just... did. I have absolutely no Marshall voice, just so you know, and I didn't even intend it to be Marshall there in the first place... he just kinda shoved his way in in place of Tosh and Sam.
Disclaimer: Gwen belongs to the BBC. Marshall belongs to JJ Abrams. The Rift is an evil soul-devouring thing that crushes joy and laughs about it. ...Okay, that was an exaggeration.
At a certain point, Gwen thought, she was going to have to get everyone out of the Tower before it quietly swallowed them all. Or maybe just corner Owen and have him convince the building to stop. Just now, though...
She stared at the CCTV monitor. "Play it back?" Marshall did so. Gwen took a breath.
"He walked into a supply closet... and disappeared. Okay."
She could deal with this. Even if it was Ianto and she'd never even thought of what she'd do without him and... "This is a nightmare," she muttered quietly.
"Well, if you look on the bright side, maybe he's just gone to Narnia." Gwen turned to stare at Marshall, and he froze like a startled rabbit. "I'm didn't- I'm sorry, that was inappropriate and I absolutely didn't mean that it's not a very serious matter that we should-"
He stopped, Gwen was sure just out of shock, as she started laughing, covering her mouth with one hand and sinking slowly into a chair. If she didn't start laughing some time soon, she was bound to cry, and she wasn't sure she could stop.
Characters/Pairing: Gwen and Marshall, mention of Ianto
Word Count: 190
Rating: G
Summary: I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing/and I'm running out of places to hide... In which Gwen finds out what happened to Ianto.
Notes: I don't know, it had to be written. It just... did. I have absolutely no Marshall voice, just so you know, and I didn't even intend it to be Marshall there in the first place... he just kinda shoved his way in in place of Tosh and Sam.
Disclaimer: Gwen belongs to the BBC. Marshall belongs to JJ Abrams. The Rift is an evil soul-devouring thing that crushes joy and laughs about it. ...Okay, that was an exaggeration.
At a certain point, Gwen thought, she was going to have to get everyone out of the Tower before it quietly swallowed them all. Or maybe just corner Owen and have him convince the building to stop. Just now, though...
She stared at the CCTV monitor. "Play it back?" Marshall did so. Gwen took a breath.
"He walked into a supply closet... and disappeared. Okay."
She could deal with this. Even if it was Ianto and she'd never even thought of what she'd do without him and... "This is a nightmare," she muttered quietly.
"Well, if you look on the bright side, maybe he's just gone to Narnia." Gwen turned to stare at Marshall, and he froze like a startled rabbit. "I'm didn't- I'm sorry, that was inappropriate and I absolutely didn't mean that it's not a very serious matter that we should-"
He stopped, Gwen was sure just out of shock, as she started laughing, covering her mouth with one hand and sinking slowly into a chair. If she didn't start laughing some time soon, she was bound to cry, and she wasn't sure she could stop.