Fic - Love and War
Title: Love and War
Rating: K+
Pairing: JackGwen
Summary: Whilst Gwen is in an emotional crisis, war threatens both Torchwood and the world, and Gwen must put her feelings aside as she and Jack travel to Paris for a world conference. Why are the weevils so restless? What's the Louvre got to do with the rift? And who the hell is Jack Harkness really?
Author's Notes: Please R & R!
2/?
Thank you to all my lovely reviewers - here's some more action straight from Torchwood Three.....
Love and War - Chapter Two
Gwen walked slowly into the Hub, her face downcast. Jack looked up from where he was talking with Tosh and looked sadly at her. “What’s wrong Gwen?” He asked, cursing himself for such a stupid question. Of course he knew what was wrong with her. It had been almost a week now, and the atmosphere in the Hub was taught. Half of Jack wanted to yell at Gwen for taking off with Owen, but then again, he knew that he himself wouldn’t have said no to her, despite knowing about Rhys. The other half wanted to see Owen smashed into pulp for hurting Gwen, and also perhaps for even touching her. Jack didn’t know what his own feelings were for Gwen, but he was starting to get the suspicion that they were slightly more than platonic.
Gwen looked across at him, setting her bag on her desk. “Rhys came for his stuff last night.” She simply stated, sitting down at her desk, her face white and drawn.
Tosh got up to go and give her a hug. She too didn’t know what to think about the whole affair, but then again she had known that Owen and Gwen had a thing going on since the whole necklace incident with Mary.
Jack went off to get Ianto to make some tea, cursing under his breath that the life and soul of their team was so subdued and distressed. Apart from anything else, how could they work together when everything was so messed up? As he waited for Ianto to boil the kettle, and went to find some biscuits to go with the tea, he tried to think of something he could do to cheer Gwen up. Little did he know that the answer was winging its way to him in the back of an old postal lorry, rushing along the Brecon Beacons, speeding, and at that precise moment being caught by a speed camera.
***
The next day, Gwen arrived early, sitting at her desk, and getting straight on with her paperwork. They were still busy clearing up the work from the previous case, but the whole team had the feeling that Jack was trying to keep them busy on straightforward administrative work, instead of getting them stuck in a new case, at least until everything was a little more settled. Suddenly, the door opened and everyone looked up as Owen entered. The cut on his cheek was still visible as he strode in, glancing quickly at Gwen and giving a short “Morning” to everyone. All but Gwen nodded at him from their various positions around the Hub. She just stuck her head further into the bits of paper she was organising. Owen sighed. He didn’t know when she would calm down, but he hoped it was soon. He had tried to confront her about that night many times over the last week, but each time she had got away from him with barely a remark.
Suddenly Jack strode into the main area of the Hub with a grin on his face. “Right everyone - boardroom. We’ve got some very interesting news.” He turned round to Gwen. “Come on, honey.” He said softly. “You’ll want to hear this.”
Looking up at him, she smiled gratefully, as he helped her up and gestured for her to go on up to the boardroom. He smiled after her, and then went off to go and get Ianto.
Several minutes later, Ianto and Jack entered the boardroom, both carrying trays full of tea and cakes. Ianto left the tray on the table, suddenly very aware of the lack of hands fighting for food, and saddened. He too wished Owen could just apologise and they could all get on together again, back to being the team. He took his seat by Tosh, and looked up at Jack, when he threw a brown paper envelope onto the table. Jack strode slowly over to his chair and leant forward, resting his hands on the table.
"A letter?” Tosh offered, slowly.
He laughed, reaching forwards for the letter and taking out the paper inside. “Well done, Tosh, a letter indeed. But what’s in the letter?” He cleared his voice and began to read.
“Dear Captain Jack Harkness, head of Torchwood Three, by the way it’s all in French but I’m translating. I was quite good at French at school, something to do with the women, I think. You are summoned to a meeting at the main French Torchwood Institute, which is acting as the base of the Torchwood Worldwide Estate for the meanwhile. It is with deep regret that we announce that the attack that has been feared for many years is about to arise. The fundamental rift of Time and Space, namely rift code C42XE, has been disturbed, and it is believed by the leaders of Torchwood all over the world, that the time has come to unite our nations and decide what is to become of the human race, and the planet. We have little time on our hands, and so must act fast. Bring another member of your Torchwood base of your choice, and meet at Torchwood One in Paris, on 16th March 2007.
Yours sincerely, Torchwood Estate.”
“And for our English listeners..?” Ianto looked completely confused.
Jack smirked at him. “Well, what do those of you that vaguely understood it make of that?” Jack finished, folding up the letter.
“In between all the mumbo jumbo and posh words, I think I gathered that you have to go to a meeting in Paris because the world is abut to be attacked ‘cause the rift’s been disturbed.” Owen chewed a pencil thoughtfully.
Jack nodded at him. “Yep, just about.” He looked down at the letter, confused. “Why couldn’t they just write that?” He looked up. “The main gist of the thing, guys, is that something’s coming. I’ve noticed it myself - the weevil’s been different. It knows something. And I’m prepared to bet it’s got something to do with this “attack”.” He chewed his lip thoughtfully. “We need to prepare ourselves.” Suddenly he looked up, his eyes gleeful. “Tosh, I need you to find out every sighting of the weevils. Record their whereabouts, the time - everything. Compile a database by the time I return. Ianto, help her. It’s gonna take a lot of work. And also, make sure there’s always a cup of tea around. Owen, you’re gonna spend night and day with that weevil, OK? I want you to record everything it does. Try and communicate with it. Contact me if anything happens.”
“And what about me?” Gwen asked, her voice quiet.
Jack looked at her, beaming. “Gwen - fancy exploring Paris?”
For the first time since Rhys left, her face broke out into a real, bright smile.
So, the two are off to Paris! What adventures will they share there? Review to find out!! Thanks for reading x :)
Rating: K+
Pairing: JackGwen
Summary: Whilst Gwen is in an emotional crisis, war threatens both Torchwood and the world, and Gwen must put her feelings aside as she and Jack travel to Paris for a world conference. Why are the weevils so restless? What's the Louvre got to do with the rift? And who the hell is Jack Harkness really?
Author's Notes: Please R & R!
2/?
Thank you to all my lovely reviewers - here's some more action straight from Torchwood Three.....
Love and War - Chapter Two
Gwen walked slowly into the Hub, her face downcast. Jack looked up from where he was talking with Tosh and looked sadly at her. “What’s wrong Gwen?” He asked, cursing himself for such a stupid question. Of course he knew what was wrong with her. It had been almost a week now, and the atmosphere in the Hub was taught. Half of Jack wanted to yell at Gwen for taking off with Owen, but then again, he knew that he himself wouldn’t have said no to her, despite knowing about Rhys. The other half wanted to see Owen smashed into pulp for hurting Gwen, and also perhaps for even touching her. Jack didn’t know what his own feelings were for Gwen, but he was starting to get the suspicion that they were slightly more than platonic.
Gwen looked across at him, setting her bag on her desk. “Rhys came for his stuff last night.” She simply stated, sitting down at her desk, her face white and drawn.
Tosh got up to go and give her a hug. She too didn’t know what to think about the whole affair, but then again she had known that Owen and Gwen had a thing going on since the whole necklace incident with Mary.
Jack went off to get Ianto to make some tea, cursing under his breath that the life and soul of their team was so subdued and distressed. Apart from anything else, how could they work together when everything was so messed up? As he waited for Ianto to boil the kettle, and went to find some biscuits to go with the tea, he tried to think of something he could do to cheer Gwen up. Little did he know that the answer was winging its way to him in the back of an old postal lorry, rushing along the Brecon Beacons, speeding, and at that precise moment being caught by a speed camera.
***
The next day, Gwen arrived early, sitting at her desk, and getting straight on with her paperwork. They were still busy clearing up the work from the previous case, but the whole team had the feeling that Jack was trying to keep them busy on straightforward administrative work, instead of getting them stuck in a new case, at least until everything was a little more settled. Suddenly, the door opened and everyone looked up as Owen entered. The cut on his cheek was still visible as he strode in, glancing quickly at Gwen and giving a short “Morning” to everyone. All but Gwen nodded at him from their various positions around the Hub. She just stuck her head further into the bits of paper she was organising. Owen sighed. He didn’t know when she would calm down, but he hoped it was soon. He had tried to confront her about that night many times over the last week, but each time she had got away from him with barely a remark.
Suddenly Jack strode into the main area of the Hub with a grin on his face. “Right everyone - boardroom. We’ve got some very interesting news.” He turned round to Gwen. “Come on, honey.” He said softly. “You’ll want to hear this.”
Looking up at him, she smiled gratefully, as he helped her up and gestured for her to go on up to the boardroom. He smiled after her, and then went off to go and get Ianto.
Several minutes later, Ianto and Jack entered the boardroom, both carrying trays full of tea and cakes. Ianto left the tray on the table, suddenly very aware of the lack of hands fighting for food, and saddened. He too wished Owen could just apologise and they could all get on together again, back to being the team. He took his seat by Tosh, and looked up at Jack, when he threw a brown paper envelope onto the table. Jack strode slowly over to his chair and leant forward, resting his hands on the table.
"A letter?” Tosh offered, slowly.
He laughed, reaching forwards for the letter and taking out the paper inside. “Well done, Tosh, a letter indeed. But what’s in the letter?” He cleared his voice and began to read.
“Dear Captain Jack Harkness, head of Torchwood Three, by the way it’s all in French but I’m translating. I was quite good at French at school, something to do with the women, I think. You are summoned to a meeting at the main French Torchwood Institute, which is acting as the base of the Torchwood Worldwide Estate for the meanwhile. It is with deep regret that we announce that the attack that has been feared for many years is about to arise. The fundamental rift of Time and Space, namely rift code C42XE, has been disturbed, and it is believed by the leaders of Torchwood all over the world, that the time has come to unite our nations and decide what is to become of the human race, and the planet. We have little time on our hands, and so must act fast. Bring another member of your Torchwood base of your choice, and meet at Torchwood One in Paris, on 16th March 2007.
Yours sincerely, Torchwood Estate.”
“And for our English listeners..?” Ianto looked completely confused.
Jack smirked at him. “Well, what do those of you that vaguely understood it make of that?” Jack finished, folding up the letter.
“In between all the mumbo jumbo and posh words, I think I gathered that you have to go to a meeting in Paris because the world is abut to be attacked ‘cause the rift’s been disturbed.” Owen chewed a pencil thoughtfully.
Jack nodded at him. “Yep, just about.” He looked down at the letter, confused. “Why couldn’t they just write that?” He looked up. “The main gist of the thing, guys, is that something’s coming. I’ve noticed it myself - the weevil’s been different. It knows something. And I’m prepared to bet it’s got something to do with this “attack”.” He chewed his lip thoughtfully. “We need to prepare ourselves.” Suddenly he looked up, his eyes gleeful. “Tosh, I need you to find out every sighting of the weevils. Record their whereabouts, the time - everything. Compile a database by the time I return. Ianto, help her. It’s gonna take a lot of work. And also, make sure there’s always a cup of tea around. Owen, you’re gonna spend night and day with that weevil, OK? I want you to record everything it does. Try and communicate with it. Contact me if anything happens.”
“And what about me?” Gwen asked, her voice quiet.
Jack looked at her, beaming. “Gwen - fancy exploring Paris?”
For the first time since Rhys left, her face broke out into a real, bright smile.
So, the two are off to Paris! What adventures will they share there? Review to find out!! Thanks for reading x :)