Voulez Vous
Title: Voulez Vous
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Characters: Jack/Gwen
Rating: PG
Notes: Sequel to Here I Go Again - please read first for references. Normally I don’t use present tense, but continuing on since it’s a sequel. ;)
Gwen sighs. It’s late. She vaults forward off the metal file cabinet but first noticing the hem of her jeans had caught in the top drawer would have been a good thing.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! Bam!
“Ooof!” grunts Gwen. She’s dropped with her hands forward to break the fall, thankfully.
She hears more than one set of footsteps running towards her. Oh, fantastic. Ianto and Jack are here. It’s more than a little undignified being found sprawled face down on the floor with one trouser leg ripped to the thigh.
“Gwen, are you okay?” Ianto asks, crouching, his face a picture of concern.
She sits back and examines her palms. Fine. She flexes her legs experimentally.
“I’ve scraped up my right knee, but nothing’s broken. Well…there’s the pride.”
Jack hauls her up with an arm around her waist.
“What exactly happened here?” Ianto queries.
“Caught my hem in the drawer and fell…” Gwen trails off as Ianto gently disengages a strip of denim from the top drawer. She quickly plucks it from his hand and stuffs it in her pocket.
“How did your ankle get all the way up…” continues Ianto. She gives him a look that says you really don’t want to know.
“We could install a ballet barre in here for you, Gwen. Just ask,” he finishes as Jack swallows a grin under her glare.
“That’s alright, Ianto,” Gwen replies, red-faced, deciding it’s best just to shut up. Satisfied, Ianto makes a mug gesture with his hand and she nods gratefully. Yes, coffee would be very nice.
Jack leads her into the morgue and pulls out the mercurochrome and a bandage.
“It’s the Abba,” he says, “it’s been shown in government studies to be a leading cause of workplace accidents.”
“How did you…?”
“Singing. You were, um, singing. I could hear you.”
“Not that loud,” Gwen mutters as Jack’s eyes meet hers for a moment then skitter away. Her knee dressed, she stands and shakes her leg, fabric flapping.
“And you’re at least partially wrong about that, you know,” Gwen tells him in a whisper, leaning into his shoulder.
“Wrong? About what?” he asks, brows knit, perplexed.
“I’m already just a little bit silly.”
She doesn’t look back as she limps away.
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Voulez Vous - Abba
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Characters: Jack/Gwen
Rating: PG
Notes: Sequel to Here I Go Again - please read first for references. Normally I don’t use present tense, but continuing on since it’s a sequel. ;)
Gwen sighs. It’s late. She vaults forward off the metal file cabinet but first noticing the hem of her jeans had caught in the top drawer would have been a good thing.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! Bam!
“Ooof!” grunts Gwen. She’s dropped with her hands forward to break the fall, thankfully.
She hears more than one set of footsteps running towards her. Oh, fantastic. Ianto and Jack are here. It’s more than a little undignified being found sprawled face down on the floor with one trouser leg ripped to the thigh.
“Gwen, are you okay?” Ianto asks, crouching, his face a picture of concern.
She sits back and examines her palms. Fine. She flexes her legs experimentally.
“I’ve scraped up my right knee, but nothing’s broken. Well…there’s the pride.”
Jack hauls her up with an arm around her waist.
“What exactly happened here?” Ianto queries.
“Caught my hem in the drawer and fell…” Gwen trails off as Ianto gently disengages a strip of denim from the top drawer. She quickly plucks it from his hand and stuffs it in her pocket.
“How did your ankle get all the way up…” continues Ianto. She gives him a look that says you really don’t want to know.
“We could install a ballet barre in here for you, Gwen. Just ask,” he finishes as Jack swallows a grin under her glare.
“That’s alright, Ianto,” Gwen replies, red-faced, deciding it’s best just to shut up. Satisfied, Ianto makes a mug gesture with his hand and she nods gratefully. Yes, coffee would be very nice.
Jack leads her into the morgue and pulls out the mercurochrome and a bandage.
“It’s the Abba,” he says, “it’s been shown in government studies to be a leading cause of workplace accidents.”
“How did you…?”
“Singing. You were, um, singing. I could hear you.”
“Not that loud,” Gwen mutters as Jack’s eyes meet hers for a moment then skitter away. Her knee dressed, she stands and shakes her leg, fabric flapping.
“And you’re at least partially wrong about that, you know,” Gwen tells him in a whisper, leaning into his shoulder.
“Wrong? About what?” he asks, brows knit, perplexed.
“I’m already just a little bit silly.”
She doesn’t look back as she limps away.
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Voulez Vous - Abba