Fic - We Need A Little Christmas
Title: We Need A Little Christmas (Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 4)
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Four fumbling fingers
Beta: Going commando
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property. Any similarity to real people or places is meant in respect. No money is made from this.
Summary: Rhys tries to do a good deed, but things don’t always go as planned.
Author’s Note: Part of the Twelve Days of Christmas fic for 2010. Day Four was submitted by jooles34.
Author’s Note 2: One day late due to illness.
We Need A Little Christmas
“Fuck!” Rhys looked down at the multi-coloured shards of glass at his feet, dread in the pit of his stomach.
“Rhys? You okay?” Gwen called from the bedroom.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he called back. “But your grandmother’s ancient ornament isn’t,” he mumbled to himself. He bent down, picking up the biggest pieces, trying to not hurt the rest of his fingers. He had been trying to do something nice, and now Gwen was going to be upset. She wasn’t going to kill him, but he almost preferred that to how hurt she would be. That ornament was one of the few things she had from her Mam.
“Rhys, what happened?” Gwen asked as she walked into the living room putting on a pair of earrings.
Rhys’ shot up so quickly, he whacked his bandaged thumb on the sofa arm. His face scrunched up in pain, but he didn’t cry out. Stepping in front of the mess on the wood floor, he held his throbbing hand to his chest.
“What did you do?” Gwen looked at him astonished.
“I was… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry,” Rhys stumbled out.
Gwen walked past him, staring at the decorated Christmas tree in the corner of their flat. “This wasn’t here when I went to bed.”
“I went out early this morning,” Rhys supplied. “I know things have been a bit of shit for you at work and stuff lately, and I know how much you love Christmas. And since you’ve been moping about because we won’t be able to see your folks this year, I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did.” Gwen reached out to lightly touch the branches, the lights reflecting in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “But I thought I heard a crash?”
“You did.”
“What happened?”
“This.” Rhys held out his hand, showing her the fragments from the ornament that had to at least be 50 years old. “I’m sorry. The hook caught on the plaster, and I just let it go.”
Gwen took the pieces from him, her face sad. Rhys was certain she was going to cry. She took a deep breath and then looked up at him. “I’m surprised you’re even up and about. I’m upset, but there are more important things.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I will,” Gwen said as she looked down, seeing the glass confetti at his feet. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the broom and dustpan. “You might have to make it up to me.”
“And how would I do that?”
“How about an ornament from you? You never bought me one before,” she said, sweeping up the slivers of glass.
“That’s right.”
She dumped out the dustpan and put the broom away. Coming back to Rhys, she took his hand in hers and kissed the wrenched thumb. “You going to ever tell me just how Banana Boat and you managed to nearly break your thumb, and other parts of you, when all you were doing was going out for a pint?”
“I’d rather not,” Rhys said, feeling the flush creep up his face. “Would it help if I said there was a damsel in distress involved?”
“It might,” she said. “When you decide what ornament to get I’ll put it up.” She gave him a peck on the lips. “Why don’t we finish the tree together tonight?”
“Sounds good.”
Gwen gave him a hug, holding him tight, and Rhys did the same. “And while I’m at work,you can figure out how else you can say you’re sorry.” Gwen’s hand slid down his back and pinched his arse.
Rhys laughed and leaned down, kissing Gwen deeply on the lips. It would still be a good Christmas, despite everything, because he had his Gwennie.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Four fumbling fingers
Beta: Going commando
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property. Any similarity to real people or places is meant in respect. No money is made from this.
Summary: Rhys tries to do a good deed, but things don’t always go as planned.
Author’s Note: Part of the Twelve Days of Christmas fic for 2010. Day Four was submitted by jooles34.
Author’s Note 2: One day late due to illness.
We Need A Little Christmas
“Fuck!” Rhys looked down at the multi-coloured shards of glass at his feet, dread in the pit of his stomach.
“Rhys? You okay?” Gwen called from the bedroom.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he called back. “But your grandmother’s ancient ornament isn’t,” he mumbled to himself. He bent down, picking up the biggest pieces, trying to not hurt the rest of his fingers. He had been trying to do something nice, and now Gwen was going to be upset. She wasn’t going to kill him, but he almost preferred that to how hurt she would be. That ornament was one of the few things she had from her Mam.
“Rhys, what happened?” Gwen asked as she walked into the living room putting on a pair of earrings.
Rhys’ shot up so quickly, he whacked his bandaged thumb on the sofa arm. His face scrunched up in pain, but he didn’t cry out. Stepping in front of the mess on the wood floor, he held his throbbing hand to his chest.
“What did you do?” Gwen looked at him astonished.
“I was… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry,” Rhys stumbled out.
Gwen walked past him, staring at the decorated Christmas tree in the corner of their flat. “This wasn’t here when I went to bed.”
“I went out early this morning,” Rhys supplied. “I know things have been a bit of shit for you at work and stuff lately, and I know how much you love Christmas. And since you’ve been moping about because we won’t be able to see your folks this year, I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did.” Gwen reached out to lightly touch the branches, the lights reflecting in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “But I thought I heard a crash?”
“You did.”
“What happened?”
“This.” Rhys held out his hand, showing her the fragments from the ornament that had to at least be 50 years old. “I’m sorry. The hook caught on the plaster, and I just let it go.”
Gwen took the pieces from him, her face sad. Rhys was certain she was going to cry. She took a deep breath and then looked up at him. “I’m surprised you’re even up and about. I’m upset, but there are more important things.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I will,” Gwen said as she looked down, seeing the glass confetti at his feet. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the broom and dustpan. “You might have to make it up to me.”
“And how would I do that?”
“How about an ornament from you? You never bought me one before,” she said, sweeping up the slivers of glass.
“That’s right.”
She dumped out the dustpan and put the broom away. Coming back to Rhys, she took his hand in hers and kissed the wrenched thumb. “You going to ever tell me just how Banana Boat and you managed to nearly break your thumb, and other parts of you, when all you were doing was going out for a pint?”
“I’d rather not,” Rhys said, feeling the flush creep up his face. “Would it help if I said there was a damsel in distress involved?”
“It might,” she said. “When you decide what ornament to get I’ll put it up.” She gave him a peck on the lips. “Why don’t we finish the tree together tonight?”
“Sounds good.”
Gwen gave him a hug, holding him tight, and Rhys did the same. “And while I’m at work,you can figure out how else you can say you’re sorry.” Gwen’s hand slid down his back and pinched his arse.
Rhys laughed and leaned down, kissing Gwen deeply on the lips. It would still be a good Christmas, despite everything, because he had his Gwennie.