new fic
Hey, I'm back! New computer, it is gorgeous. And I come with a new fic. I posted this to jack_and_gwen but here are the first two chapters. I'm not sure where this is going because I'm writing another one at the same time, a Torchwood and DoctorWho crossover. Featuring 10/Rose. I have become addicted to the show now that it's back on (not that I wasn't addicted before)
ANYWAY!! Back to the fic.. Here it is! Enjoy!
(p.S it's a jack/gwen)
Title: Relate To Their Relationship
Author:stun_gunned ... aka me!
Rating: K+ so far
Summary: Gwen is upset and Jack is there to comfort her.
Spoilers: None
It was just a normal Tuesday night. Well… as normal as Torchwood can get. There had been a weevil sighting, but the witness had been re-assured and retconned and the weevil was caught. All filing had been completed by Ianto. Tosh was studying a piece of technology that was long ago confirmed to be harmless. Owen was cleaning his sparkling instruments in the autopsy room. Ianto was making coffee, as ever. Gwen. She was at her desk. Just… staring into space. Something had been up with her since the wedding. And then there was me. Jack. Captain Jack. Same old same old, died a couple of times, be suffocated by the never-ending darkness. Be drawn back to life with the hope that one day, this curse may end.
“Ok people, there’s nothing to do, feel free to go. Gwen, a word please?” He said softly into the comm., the last bit just to Gwen. He watched as she nodded softly, turning away, slowly dragging her eyes away from the same spot she had been staring at for the last hour. She slowly made her way up to Jack’s office as Tosh politely accepted Owen’s offer of a drink in the nearby pub. Ianto took the rubbish out and went and sat in the tourist office until that officially closed. Gwen slowly made her way up to Jack’s office, turned the handle of the door, stepped into the room and closed it behind her.
“Yes?” She asked
“”Look, Gwen,” Jack started, “I’ve been worried about you. You just sit and stare into space. What is it?”
She just shook her head
“I…can‘t… I just can‘t” she said, her voice shaking “If… no”
Jack could see the tears were welling up behind her eyes. He stepped forward and just hugged her. She finally let the tears fall, sobbing into his shirt. He stroked her hair softly, calming her down, no end. When she finally stopped crying, she drew back.
“I made you shirt wet. Sorry” She said with a sad laugh. Gwen looked up at Jack, her eyes red and puffy.
“Doesn’t matter” He said softly “All I care about is you…you have to be happy Gwen. This job can destroy you if you aren’t… Can you tell me what this about?”
She shook her head again.
“Do you want to go home, or stay here?”
“Can I… Can I stay here?” She said quietly, sniffing
“Of course. Go and get yourself a shower. Go on.” He said with a little push towards the door. She walked out, her head bent in embarrassment. She had cried in front of her boss. Great. As soon as she was out of his sight, Jack clicked on the CCTV to check she’d got down to the showers ok. He watched as she took off her jacket, revealing a massive purple bruise on her arm and broke down crying again. She slid down the wall, sobs wracking her body. Jack was there in seconds. He helped her up and hugged her yet again. A hug was possibly the best thing invented.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, not noticing his voice was full of anger. Gwen shook her head, obviously scared of Jack’s anger. “Sorry.” He said regretfully “you don’t know how much I care for you.”
“Yes I do.” Gwen said, the fear no longer present. She nuzzled her head against his chest. They fit. They just clicked. His arms fit perfectly around her shoulders, hers round his waist. The tears stopped. “Thank-you. I’ve just been in shock. From what happened.” she said
“Anything for you” He replied, with his head down. Had he just said something… sentimental? “You absolutely can’t tell me what happened?“ Gwen laughed quietly and shook her head. He just doesn’t give up! She went on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. Well she had meant to but her lips stayed there. Her head was telling her to move and NOW but her heart told her to stay there. They drew away slightly, Jack had a puzzled expression on his face. She looked up into his eyes and looked down again, embarrassed.
“I best be getting that shower” she said quietly
“Yeah.” Jack replied, still staring at her. “Erm… I’ll wait here for you.” he said, finally breaking eye contact
“Why don’t you get one yourself? You’ll feel better.” Gwen replied
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?” He said
“Nah” she replied, after mock-thinking.
“But… there’s only…one shower…” Jack said slowly, thinking about what she was implying.
“And I’m already feeling much better. But you, you are dirty. And you need a shower. Do you have the shampoo?” Gwen said, leading him towards the shower.
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Gwen opened the door of the shower, took a hold of Jack’s braces and turned them around so she would be the last one in. She pushed him inside and locked the door behind her. Jack was getting a bit sceptical.
“Gwen are you sure you’re ok? I mean you’ve been upset for days, I don’t want to take advantage of you and then regret it later. I want to get at least one relationship right.” Jack said
“I don’t care, Jack. We can make this right later. Right now, I need you.” She said, having already unbuttoned half of his shirt.
“Well, if that’s what you--” Jack started, before being cut off by Gwen who was kissing him. She pushed him backwards into the wall. There was something digging into his back. Jack reached round and tried to move it but soon found out that it was in fact what turned the shower on and off. And he had just switched it to ‘on’. Cold water came blasting down upon their heads, quickly soaking them through. Gwen cursed herself for wearing a white blouse. She knew something was bound to go wrong when she put it on that morning. When she was at her flat with… Shaking the train of thoughts out of her head, she concentrated on Jack. She should get him wet more often, his hair was hanging in his eyes, dripping with water and his shirt, which was hanging on by one button was soaked through. The beads of water were rolling off his shoulders, and down his chest. Gwen had the sudden urge to lick them off. She bent down and slowly dragged the tip of her tongue up from his belt buckle to his shoulders, licking the drops of water off him. Jack growled at her. She bit down on his collarbone, leaving a small welt there. Proof of what happened. She dragged her teeth up his neck and along his jaw and met his mouth with a crashing kiss. She turned the shower to ‘hot’ and the shower immediately got very steamy. Jack’s shirt was now on the floor, completely ruined. Taking Gwen’s shirt off wouldn’t make much difference as you could now see right through it. It clung to her like a second skin. Still, Jack took it off, copying her as he licked off the beads of water on her skin. Gwen gasped, as she was unaware of how much pleasure it could cause. Jack stood up and Gwen got a hold of his belt buckle. She slowly undid it, pushing his trousers to the floor. A muscle in Jack’s jaw twitched. He leant in for a kiss. This time it was soft, full of love. It put the situation in perspective. What the hell were they doing? If anyone found out…
“Jack…” Gwen started “I--”
“I know. This is too quick.” He said, disappointment showing in his voice.
“No, it’s not that, I… I just need to… I can’t deal with it all! It’s too difficult… I can’t do it anymore. I just want it to end!” Gwen cried. It felt as if the walls were closing in on her. Jack was no longer there, he had long disappeared. The walls kept coming closer and closer, the scar on her back was ripping her apart with pain. And still the walls came closer. Everything started to go black. She felt herself slump against something… someone. It felt as if the world was ending.
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Gwen had just fainted. He felt her slump against him and he caught her. He turned the shower off and took her out of the cubicle, laying her on her side. On her back there was a massive gash reaching all the way from her neck, down her spine to the base of her back. It was accompanied by many others, all over her back. It looked as though she had… it sounded ridiculous but it looked like she had been whipped. By the redness of her skin, Jack could tell it had happened recently. But not even Rhys would do that. Jack put Gwen’s top back on. He picked her up and took her out of the Hub, ignoring Ianto’s questioning look at them being soaked and Gwen being unconscious. He loaded her into the SUV and sat her in the passenger seat. She looked as though she was asleep. They set off. The SUV passed many fields, hundreds of cars, each driver having his own story to tell, each having his own destination to reach for his own reasons. He had driven for about 2 hours to get there. Jack parked in a near-by car park. Now she needed to wake up. Why was she still unconscious? Remembering what had woken him up when he was ‘dead’, Jack leant across and softly kissed her on the lips. Despair sunk in as she didn’t’t wake up. He sat back in his chair, tears springing to his eyes as he thought of what he would do if she… if anything happened to her. He couldn’t stop the tears now. They were flowing free, dripping off his jaw, falling down his chest…wait, what? Jack looked down. In the heat of the moment, Jack had forgotten to put his shirt back on. ’Well,’ thought Jack ‘At least I have my trous--” Now this was just taking this piss. He had forgotten his trousers too. He gave a sad little chuckle
“That’s how much I care for you Gwen. I forget to put clothes on because you might be hurt.” He said, tears still falling. Something inside him was pissing itself laughing at the situation. Gwen unconscious and Jack only in his boxers. No wonder Ianto gave them a strange look. The sadness set back in quickly as she failed to wake up. Jack lifted her up and put her on the backseat of the SUV. At least she could lie down. But what if he fell asleep and she got taken away by something? So, just to be on the safe side, Jack climbed in with her, lying down behind her. He placed his arms round her middle and held her to him, stroking her hair softly. And that was how the man found them.
ANYWAY!! Back to the fic.. Here it is! Enjoy!
(p.S it's a jack/gwen)
Title: Relate To Their Relationship
Author:stun_gunned ... aka me!
Rating: K+ so far
Summary: Gwen is upset and Jack is there to comfort her.
Spoilers: None
It was just a normal Tuesday night. Well… as normal as Torchwood can get. There had been a weevil sighting, but the witness had been re-assured and retconned and the weevil was caught. All filing had been completed by Ianto. Tosh was studying a piece of technology that was long ago confirmed to be harmless. Owen was cleaning his sparkling instruments in the autopsy room. Ianto was making coffee, as ever. Gwen. She was at her desk. Just… staring into space. Something had been up with her since the wedding. And then there was me. Jack. Captain Jack. Same old same old, died a couple of times, be suffocated by the never-ending darkness. Be drawn back to life with the hope that one day, this curse may end.
“Ok people, there’s nothing to do, feel free to go. Gwen, a word please?” He said softly into the comm., the last bit just to Gwen. He watched as she nodded softly, turning away, slowly dragging her eyes away from the same spot she had been staring at for the last hour. She slowly made her way up to Jack’s office as Tosh politely accepted Owen’s offer of a drink in the nearby pub. Ianto took the rubbish out and went and sat in the tourist office until that officially closed. Gwen slowly made her way up to Jack’s office, turned the handle of the door, stepped into the room and closed it behind her.
“Yes?” She asked
“”Look, Gwen,” Jack started, “I’ve been worried about you. You just sit and stare into space. What is it?”
She just shook her head
“I…can‘t… I just can‘t” she said, her voice shaking “If… no”
Jack could see the tears were welling up behind her eyes. He stepped forward and just hugged her. She finally let the tears fall, sobbing into his shirt. He stroked her hair softly, calming her down, no end. When she finally stopped crying, she drew back.
“I made you shirt wet. Sorry” She said with a sad laugh. Gwen looked up at Jack, her eyes red and puffy.
“Doesn’t matter” He said softly “All I care about is you…you have to be happy Gwen. This job can destroy you if you aren’t… Can you tell me what this about?”
She shook her head again.
“Do you want to go home, or stay here?”
“Can I… Can I stay here?” She said quietly, sniffing
“Of course. Go and get yourself a shower. Go on.” He said with a little push towards the door. She walked out, her head bent in embarrassment. She had cried in front of her boss. Great. As soon as she was out of his sight, Jack clicked on the CCTV to check she’d got down to the showers ok. He watched as she took off her jacket, revealing a massive purple bruise on her arm and broke down crying again. She slid down the wall, sobs wracking her body. Jack was there in seconds. He helped her up and hugged her yet again. A hug was possibly the best thing invented.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, not noticing his voice was full of anger. Gwen shook her head, obviously scared of Jack’s anger. “Sorry.” He said regretfully “you don’t know how much I care for you.”
“Yes I do.” Gwen said, the fear no longer present. She nuzzled her head against his chest. They fit. They just clicked. His arms fit perfectly around her shoulders, hers round his waist. The tears stopped. “Thank-you. I’ve just been in shock. From what happened.” she said
“Anything for you” He replied, with his head down. Had he just said something… sentimental? “You absolutely can’t tell me what happened?“ Gwen laughed quietly and shook her head. He just doesn’t give up! She went on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. Well she had meant to but her lips stayed there. Her head was telling her to move and NOW but her heart told her to stay there. They drew away slightly, Jack had a puzzled expression on his face. She looked up into his eyes and looked down again, embarrassed.
“I best be getting that shower” she said quietly
“Yeah.” Jack replied, still staring at her. “Erm… I’ll wait here for you.” he said, finally breaking eye contact
“Why don’t you get one yourself? You’ll feel better.” Gwen replied
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?” He said
“Nah” she replied, after mock-thinking.
“But… there’s only…one shower…” Jack said slowly, thinking about what she was implying.
“And I’m already feeling much better. But you, you are dirty. And you need a shower. Do you have the shampoo?” Gwen said, leading him towards the shower.
_____________________________________________________________________Chapter 2______________________________________________________________________
Gwen opened the door of the shower, took a hold of Jack’s braces and turned them around so she would be the last one in. She pushed him inside and locked the door behind her. Jack was getting a bit sceptical.
“Gwen are you sure you’re ok? I mean you’ve been upset for days, I don’t want to take advantage of you and then regret it later. I want to get at least one relationship right.” Jack said
“I don’t care, Jack. We can make this right later. Right now, I need you.” She said, having already unbuttoned half of his shirt.
“Well, if that’s what you--” Jack started, before being cut off by Gwen who was kissing him. She pushed him backwards into the wall. There was something digging into his back. Jack reached round and tried to move it but soon found out that it was in fact what turned the shower on and off. And he had just switched it to ‘on’. Cold water came blasting down upon their heads, quickly soaking them through. Gwen cursed herself for wearing a white blouse. She knew something was bound to go wrong when she put it on that morning. When she was at her flat with… Shaking the train of thoughts out of her head, she concentrated on Jack. She should get him wet more often, his hair was hanging in his eyes, dripping with water and his shirt, which was hanging on by one button was soaked through. The beads of water were rolling off his shoulders, and down his chest. Gwen had the sudden urge to lick them off. She bent down and slowly dragged the tip of her tongue up from his belt buckle to his shoulders, licking the drops of water off him. Jack growled at her. She bit down on his collarbone, leaving a small welt there. Proof of what happened. She dragged her teeth up his neck and along his jaw and met his mouth with a crashing kiss. She turned the shower to ‘hot’ and the shower immediately got very steamy. Jack’s shirt was now on the floor, completely ruined. Taking Gwen’s shirt off wouldn’t make much difference as you could now see right through it. It clung to her like a second skin. Still, Jack took it off, copying her as he licked off the beads of water on her skin. Gwen gasped, as she was unaware of how much pleasure it could cause. Jack stood up and Gwen got a hold of his belt buckle. She slowly undid it, pushing his trousers to the floor. A muscle in Jack’s jaw twitched. He leant in for a kiss. This time it was soft, full of love. It put the situation in perspective. What the hell were they doing? If anyone found out…
“Jack…” Gwen started “I--”
“I know. This is too quick.” He said, disappointment showing in his voice.
“No, it’s not that, I… I just need to… I can’t deal with it all! It’s too difficult… I can’t do it anymore. I just want it to end!” Gwen cried. It felt as if the walls were closing in on her. Jack was no longer there, he had long disappeared. The walls kept coming closer and closer, the scar on her back was ripping her apart with pain. And still the walls came closer. Everything started to go black. She felt herself slump against something… someone. It felt as if the world was ending.
___________________________________________________________________________________________
Gwen had just fainted. He felt her slump against him and he caught her. He turned the shower off and took her out of the cubicle, laying her on her side. On her back there was a massive gash reaching all the way from her neck, down her spine to the base of her back. It was accompanied by many others, all over her back. It looked as though she had… it sounded ridiculous but it looked like she had been whipped. By the redness of her skin, Jack could tell it had happened recently. But not even Rhys would do that. Jack put Gwen’s top back on. He picked her up and took her out of the Hub, ignoring Ianto’s questioning look at them being soaked and Gwen being unconscious. He loaded her into the SUV and sat her in the passenger seat. She looked as though she was asleep. They set off. The SUV passed many fields, hundreds of cars, each driver having his own story to tell, each having his own destination to reach for his own reasons. He had driven for about 2 hours to get there. Jack parked in a near-by car park. Now she needed to wake up. Why was she still unconscious? Remembering what had woken him up when he was ‘dead’, Jack leant across and softly kissed her on the lips. Despair sunk in as she didn’t’t wake up. He sat back in his chair, tears springing to his eyes as he thought of what he would do if she… if anything happened to her. He couldn’t stop the tears now. They were flowing free, dripping off his jaw, falling down his chest…wait, what? Jack looked down. In the heat of the moment, Jack had forgotten to put his shirt back on. ’Well,’ thought Jack ‘At least I have my trous--” Now this was just taking this piss. He had forgotten his trousers too. He gave a sad little chuckle
“That’s how much I care for you Gwen. I forget to put clothes on because you might be hurt.” He said, tears still falling. Something inside him was pissing itself laughing at the situation. Gwen unconscious and Jack only in his boxers. No wonder Ianto gave them a strange look. The sadness set back in quickly as she failed to wake up. Jack lifted her up and put her on the backseat of the SUV. At least she could lie down. But what if he fell asleep and she got taken away by something? So, just to be on the safe side, Jack climbed in with her, lying down behind her. He placed his arms round her middle and held her to him, stroking her hair softly. And that was how the man found them.