Fic - Violated (Chapter 5)
Title: Violated
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER FOUR
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 5
Gwen poked at her eggs with her fork, head cradled in her other hand, elbow on the breakfast counter. Supressing a yawn, she tried to listen to her husband Rhys prattle on about Paul or Jim, or some other bloke at work. She did care, but she had barely slept all night. Putting the fork down on her plate, Gwen ran her hands through her bedhead. Maybe she should shower and just go to the Hub.
“Maybe you should shower and go to the Hub,” Rhys stated, grabbing her breakfast plate and his.
She looked at him, narrowing her eyes. Had he read her mind, or was she really not paying that much attention? “I’m sorry, love,” she stammered, standing up from the stool.
“No, it’s okay,” Rhys said as he started running water to do the dishes. “You were tossing and turning all night, I barely slept as well. Something must be wrong.” He turned to her, soap bottle in hand. “And since I don’t recall us having any big rows lately, I figure it has something to do with work.”
“Sort of,” she replied, hugging herself around the midsection as she leaned back into the counter. Gwen studied the floor tile a minute while she listened to the water running and Rhys humming some song. Why couldn’t life be this simple, why did her life always seem to have so many complications that she couldn’t even understand, and that included working for Torchwood. If she dared tell anyone half the stuff she went through they would say Gwen was completely mental and have her locked up.
Pushing away from the breakfast counter, Gwen headed for the bathroom. She stripped off her pyjamas and climbed into the shower, hissing as it started cold. Her body started to relax as the warm water started spraying over her skin, but her mind couldn’t relax. She had been so quick to judge Jack and for what? Hadn’t he proved time and time again what kind of man he really was? Then again, they didn’t even know his real name.
Finishing with her shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and headed into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and grabbed the brush from the bedside table, running it through her hair. What could turn Owen into a killer? He hadn’t given in when he had been infatuated with Ed Morgan. Gwen found herself staring into space as the thoughts took over. She was so lost in them, she never even noticed Rhys sit next to her until he took her hand.
Gwen mutely turned to him, bringing his hand up to her cheek. He smelled… he smelled so Rhys. Gwen didn’t know what she would do if she didn’t have Rhys to ground her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Rhys asked.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know if I can,” Gwen replied. She brought his hand back down to her lap and held it in between hers.
“I haven’t seen you this lost in a long while,” Rhys stated, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
All Gwen wanted to do was stay home and remain in Rhys’ arms, but she knew she had work to do. “It’s not really me that’s lost,” she said, thinking about what could have happened to Owen. It was quiet for a bit, making her turn to Rhys who just stared at her. “What?”
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” Rhys said.
“That would be better than the alternative,” Gwen replied. She pulled away from Rhys and began to get dressed, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a red top. Trying to not pay attention to Rhys just sitting there and watching her, Gwen grabbed her leather boots and flopped onto the bed, sliding them on.
“Official business then?” Rhys said as he stood up, grabbing his mobile from the dresser.
“Yeah,” Gwen replied.
“Right. Well then,” Rhys said. “Guess I’ll just head into work.” He turned back to her by the bedroom door. “Banana Boat’s in town, I’ll be heading out for a pint after work. Don’t know when I’ll be home.”
“Got it,” she said, standing up, hands on her hips. “Have fun.”
“Right,” Rhys flippantly said.
“I mean it,” Gwen said to his retreating back. She waited until he she could hear the front door slam shut and then ran her hands over her face. At least Rhys was getting better at understanding Torchwood business. She might tell him one day, but until then there was no manual on how to tell your husband ‘by the way, my dead coworker is back from the dead, again, and terrorising Cardiff, and I almost shot my boss yesterday - but don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.’
Gwen looked at herself in the mirror as she put on some lipgloss and shadow on her eyes. It was the little girlish things like this that kept a routine. It was those routines that kept her sane. Throwing on her leather coat, Gwen exited the flat and turned her face up towards the shining sun. Scrunching her eyes she looked around at everyone hurrying off and doing their own important tasks: people to work, kids to school, mothers pushing strollers, old men reading the papers. This is what Cardiff should be, not things running amok in the sewers or aliens trying to decapitate Jack with their tentacles.
She stopped as a child ran right into her, holding her doll tight to her chest. “Sorry,” she mumbled and took off after what appeared to be her older brother, same look and all.
Gwen found herself wondering when her and Rhys might think of attempting a family. It was something she always wanted, but she didn’t have a clue how she would manage with Torchwood nearly taking over her life. Watching some children playing in the park across the way, Gwen picked up a newspaper from the local stand. The front page made her stop worrying about kids, or anything else for that matter. They had gotten a copy of one of the crime scene photos and it was splashed across the front page. Flipping through, Gwen noticed they hadn’t listed the ‘person of interest’ by name. Thank God for small miracles.
She had been headed for the Hub, but Gwen changed direction and headed for police headquarters, wondering if any other leads had been found. Andy wasn’t on shift until later, but maybe Rhona would be able to spare some time to grab a tea with her. Rhona had always seemed to like her before, and was the first one to come on duty when the bombs started going off. That might work. Gwen smoothed down her hair and headed down the road, hopefully to some more answers.
CHAPTER SIX
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER FOUR
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 5
Gwen poked at her eggs with her fork, head cradled in her other hand, elbow on the breakfast counter. Supressing a yawn, she tried to listen to her husband Rhys prattle on about Paul or Jim, or some other bloke at work. She did care, but she had barely slept all night. Putting the fork down on her plate, Gwen ran her hands through her bedhead. Maybe she should shower and just go to the Hub.
“Maybe you should shower and go to the Hub,” Rhys stated, grabbing her breakfast plate and his.
She looked at him, narrowing her eyes. Had he read her mind, or was she really not paying that much attention? “I’m sorry, love,” she stammered, standing up from the stool.
“No, it’s okay,” Rhys said as he started running water to do the dishes. “You were tossing and turning all night, I barely slept as well. Something must be wrong.” He turned to her, soap bottle in hand. “And since I don’t recall us having any big rows lately, I figure it has something to do with work.”
“Sort of,” she replied, hugging herself around the midsection as she leaned back into the counter. Gwen studied the floor tile a minute while she listened to the water running and Rhys humming some song. Why couldn’t life be this simple, why did her life always seem to have so many complications that she couldn’t even understand, and that included working for Torchwood. If she dared tell anyone half the stuff she went through they would say Gwen was completely mental and have her locked up.
Pushing away from the breakfast counter, Gwen headed for the bathroom. She stripped off her pyjamas and climbed into the shower, hissing as it started cold. Her body started to relax as the warm water started spraying over her skin, but her mind couldn’t relax. She had been so quick to judge Jack and for what? Hadn’t he proved time and time again what kind of man he really was? Then again, they didn’t even know his real name.
Finishing with her shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and headed into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and grabbed the brush from the bedside table, running it through her hair. What could turn Owen into a killer? He hadn’t given in when he had been infatuated with Ed Morgan. Gwen found herself staring into space as the thoughts took over. She was so lost in them, she never even noticed Rhys sit next to her until he took her hand.
Gwen mutely turned to him, bringing his hand up to her cheek. He smelled… he smelled so Rhys. Gwen didn’t know what she would do if she didn’t have Rhys to ground her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Rhys asked.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know if I can,” Gwen replied. She brought his hand back down to her lap and held it in between hers.
“I haven’t seen you this lost in a long while,” Rhys stated, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
All Gwen wanted to do was stay home and remain in Rhys’ arms, but she knew she had work to do. “It’s not really me that’s lost,” she said, thinking about what could have happened to Owen. It was quiet for a bit, making her turn to Rhys who just stared at her. “What?”
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” Rhys said.
“That would be better than the alternative,” Gwen replied. She pulled away from Rhys and began to get dressed, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a red top. Trying to not pay attention to Rhys just sitting there and watching her, Gwen grabbed her leather boots and flopped onto the bed, sliding them on.
“Official business then?” Rhys said as he stood up, grabbing his mobile from the dresser.
“Yeah,” Gwen replied.
“Right. Well then,” Rhys said. “Guess I’ll just head into work.” He turned back to her by the bedroom door. “Banana Boat’s in town, I’ll be heading out for a pint after work. Don’t know when I’ll be home.”
“Got it,” she said, standing up, hands on her hips. “Have fun.”
“Right,” Rhys flippantly said.
“I mean it,” Gwen said to his retreating back. She waited until he she could hear the front door slam shut and then ran her hands over her face. At least Rhys was getting better at understanding Torchwood business. She might tell him one day, but until then there was no manual on how to tell your husband ‘by the way, my dead coworker is back from the dead, again, and terrorising Cardiff, and I almost shot my boss yesterday - but don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.’
Gwen looked at herself in the mirror as she put on some lipgloss and shadow on her eyes. It was the little girlish things like this that kept a routine. It was those routines that kept her sane. Throwing on her leather coat, Gwen exited the flat and turned her face up towards the shining sun. Scrunching her eyes she looked around at everyone hurrying off and doing their own important tasks: people to work, kids to school, mothers pushing strollers, old men reading the papers. This is what Cardiff should be, not things running amok in the sewers or aliens trying to decapitate Jack with their tentacles.
She stopped as a child ran right into her, holding her doll tight to her chest. “Sorry,” she mumbled and took off after what appeared to be her older brother, same look and all.
Gwen found herself wondering when her and Rhys might think of attempting a family. It was something she always wanted, but she didn’t have a clue how she would manage with Torchwood nearly taking over her life. Watching some children playing in the park across the way, Gwen picked up a newspaper from the local stand. The front page made her stop worrying about kids, or anything else for that matter. They had gotten a copy of one of the crime scene photos and it was splashed across the front page. Flipping through, Gwen noticed they hadn’t listed the ‘person of interest’ by name. Thank God for small miracles.
She had been headed for the Hub, but Gwen changed direction and headed for police headquarters, wondering if any other leads had been found. Andy wasn’t on shift until later, but maybe Rhona would be able to spare some time to grab a tea with her. Rhona had always seemed to like her before, and was the first one to come on duty when the bombs started going off. That might work. Gwen smoothed down her hair and headed down the road, hopefully to some more answers.
CHAPTER SIX