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Quick drabble that came out of a conversation the muses had on my way to work one morning. Plain and simple. It could be more, but somehow this was all it needed to sum up Gwen.
"Y'know, Gwennie." Jack tossed the packet of photographs onto the table. "I love you, really I do. But some days I just want to choke the life outta you."
"I'm sorry!" Gwen blurted. "I thought it might help. We were trying to find a -"
Jack cut her off with a loud, bright peal of laughter. "You think a day goes by when I don't wanna strangle Owen? Tosh? Hell, even 'anto? It's a badge of honor: you're official Torchwood, now. Besides - even if this wasn't exactly what I told you to do - it might be just what we need."
"Y'know, Gwennie." Jack tossed the packet of photographs onto the table. "I love you, really I do. But some days I just want to choke the life outta you."
"I'm sorry!" Gwen blurted. "I thought it might help. We were trying to find a -"
Jack cut her off with a loud, bright peal of laughter. "You think a day goes by when I don't wanna strangle Owen? Tosh? Hell, even 'anto? It's a badge of honor: you're official Torchwood, now. Besides - even if this wasn't exactly what I told you to do - it might be just what we need."