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Gwen’s not having a good day. In fact, as far as days have gone, this is probably the worst she’s had in a long while. She’s in the middle of a three day row with her husband over babies (What, exactly is she supposed to do? Drop them off at the nursery with the least sign of trouble Torchwood-way? Hardly.) and she’s in the middle of a bigger row with Jack over something that shouldn’t be an argument at all.
Disappearances. More and more over the years, dozens of people lost and never found. Gwen’s always suspected there’s more to the rift than anyone’s ever told her about and the fact that Jack is lying to her stings even though it shouldn’t. Jack lies. He usually has a good reason when he lies, tries to use it to protect someone or keep from altering the future, but he’s one of the best liars Gwen's ever met. What does he know that he’s not telling her? What dozens upon dozens of things does he know that he’s keeping from her to “protect her?”
There’s no way to anger Gwen Cooper so quick as to throw stumbling blocks in her way when she’s on a case and that’s what’s brought her out to the docks with Andy today, what’s got her bribing a man a hundred quid to take her out to Flat Holm Island to run up a lead that she’s not even solid about. GPS works, always, except when it’s Cardiff and it’s the rift and it’s her life since she decided to spy on Torchwood one night in the pouring rain. Andy’s going to be cross with her and she doesn’t care, because she’s finding Jonah Bevan one way or another and she’s not letting Jack Harkness keep her from the truth. Not this time. Not now.
When the boat lands, Gwen practically jumps off the deck to the island and walks up to the lighthouse, wrenching the door open a bit more forcefully than it needs because she needs to let the aggression out somewhere and she’s fairly certain that this time, at least, it’s not going to end up in a shootout. She’s too proficient with a gun now for her own comfort.
Who is she now, Gwen Cooper, that she fights with Rhys for no reason at all and runs out on Jack and Torchwood and even Andy because she’s so damnably stubborn? It’s not something she can focus on now, not when she’s walking down hallways in what looks like a group home or a hospital. It’s bright though, wherever it is, and clean kept. It’s got to be a dormitory or something and she’s hoping she’ll find Jonah and take him home or, at the least, his body so she’s got something to tell his mother. She’s always hated the ones that don’t have clean endings, that leave the wound open so it can’t heal proper.
What she doesn’t expect is the hallway turning off from residential to open up into some kind of sitting room (telly, bookshelves, sofas) and people, loads of people just sitting around and reading and watching and acting like there’s not a single thing wrong with this absolutely insane situation. It doesn’t fit, not with the lighthouse that was tall and narrow and not with Cardiff or anything she knows. It’s…off. And she doesn’t know why. After almost two years with Torchwood, she still almost never knows why.
She’s got a gun in one hand and a torch in the other, standard ops for Torchwood, and she motions to the closest person she sees, trying to keep her voice calm and steady as she asks what’s going on. It doesn’t exactly work, anxiety threading through her voice like high-pitched wheedle of a kettle.
“Where are we? Is it Cardiff? How long have you been here? How did you arrive?”
[First tag explains, the rest can find her wandering around the Compound trying to figure out if it's all a trick.]
Disappearances. More and more over the years, dozens of people lost and never found. Gwen’s always suspected there’s more to the rift than anyone’s ever told her about and the fact that Jack is lying to her stings even though it shouldn’t. Jack lies. He usually has a good reason when he lies, tries to use it to protect someone or keep from altering the future, but he’s one of the best liars Gwen's ever met. What does he know that he’s not telling her? What dozens upon dozens of things does he know that he’s keeping from her to “protect her?”
There’s no way to anger Gwen Cooper so quick as to throw stumbling blocks in her way when she’s on a case and that’s what’s brought her out to the docks with Andy today, what’s got her bribing a man a hundred quid to take her out to Flat Holm Island to run up a lead that she’s not even solid about. GPS works, always, except when it’s Cardiff and it’s the rift and it’s her life since she decided to spy on Torchwood one night in the pouring rain. Andy’s going to be cross with her and she doesn’t care, because she’s finding Jonah Bevan one way or another and she’s not letting Jack Harkness keep her from the truth. Not this time. Not now.
When the boat lands, Gwen practically jumps off the deck to the island and walks up to the lighthouse, wrenching the door open a bit more forcefully than it needs because she needs to let the aggression out somewhere and she’s fairly certain that this time, at least, it’s not going to end up in a shootout. She’s too proficient with a gun now for her own comfort.
Who is she now, Gwen Cooper, that she fights with Rhys for no reason at all and runs out on Jack and Torchwood and even Andy because she’s so damnably stubborn? It’s not something she can focus on now, not when she’s walking down hallways in what looks like a group home or a hospital. It’s bright though, wherever it is, and clean kept. It’s got to be a dormitory or something and she’s hoping she’ll find Jonah and take him home or, at the least, his body so she’s got something to tell his mother. She’s always hated the ones that don’t have clean endings, that leave the wound open so it can’t heal proper.
What she doesn’t expect is the hallway turning off from residential to open up into some kind of sitting room (telly, bookshelves, sofas) and people, loads of people just sitting around and reading and watching and acting like there’s not a single thing wrong with this absolutely insane situation. It doesn’t fit, not with the lighthouse that was tall and narrow and not with Cardiff or anything she knows. It’s…off. And she doesn’t know why. After almost two years with Torchwood, she still almost never knows why.
She’s got a gun in one hand and a torch in the other, standard ops for Torchwood, and she motions to the closest person she sees, trying to keep her voice calm and steady as she asks what’s going on. It doesn’t exactly work, anxiety threading through her voice like high-pitched wheedle of a kettle.
“Where are we? Is it Cardiff? How long have you been here? How did you arrive?”
[First tag explains, the rest can find her wandering around the Compound trying to figure out if it's all a trick.]