DRABBLE: Blue Christmas
Title: Blue Christmas
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: PG
Timeline: Post Series 2 and DW Series 4
It was Gwen’s first Christmas alone in years. She had told Jack and Ianto that she had plans to visit with her mum and dad, but in truth she had nothing planned. Christmas Eve had her wishing both of them a Happy Christmas while she went back to her much emptier flat.
Half of the furniture was gone by now, and she hadn’t had the time to buy new things with Torchwood being shorthanded. Hell, she hadn’t had time to do a decent food run, nevermind get a new couch or a Christmas tree. And her favorite Christmas song that always seemed to get her in the Christmas-y spirit had gone with Rhys when they split their possessions. Gwen resigned herself to going to bed early, hoping that she could sleep through the holiday.
“I just wish,” she said to no one, “I wasn’t lonely.”
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The next morning she woke to the smell of pancakes. Gwen padded out to the kitchen, confused by the smell. Not only did freshly made pancakes greet her but a Christmas tree decked with lights, various wrapped presents, a huge stocking, and Jack with a huge grin on his face.
“Thought you could use some Christmas cheer,” he beamed.
“How? What?” Gwen sputtered. “Why?”
“I pulled a favor from a contact at the North Pole. As for why,” Jacks face softened as he drew closer to Gwen, “I think you know.”
As Jack brushed her lips, he whispered, “Happy first of many, love.”
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: PG
Timeline: Post Series 2 and DW Series 4
It was Gwen’s first Christmas alone in years. She had told Jack and Ianto that she had plans to visit with her mum and dad, but in truth she had nothing planned. Christmas Eve had her wishing both of them a Happy Christmas while she went back to her much emptier flat.
Half of the furniture was gone by now, and she hadn’t had the time to buy new things with Torchwood being shorthanded. Hell, she hadn’t had time to do a decent food run, nevermind get a new couch or a Christmas tree. And her favorite Christmas song that always seemed to get her in the Christmas-y spirit had gone with Rhys when they split their possessions. Gwen resigned herself to going to bed early, hoping that she could sleep through the holiday.
“I just wish,” she said to no one, “I wasn’t lonely.”
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The next morning she woke to the smell of pancakes. Gwen padded out to the kitchen, confused by the smell. Not only did freshly made pancakes greet her but a Christmas tree decked with lights, various wrapped presents, a huge stocking, and Jack with a huge grin on his face.
“Thought you could use some Christmas cheer,” he beamed.
“How? What?” Gwen sputtered. “Why?”
“I pulled a favor from a contact at the North Pole. As for why,” Jacks face softened as he drew closer to Gwen, “I think you know.”
As Jack brushed her lips, he whispered, “Happy first of many, love.”