RP for twmagdalena AU VERSE

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Jack sits in his office, leaning back in his chair and a pen gently resting against his lip. It had been so many years waiting for this moment. So many years that he'd almost convinced himself that it never happened. That Gwen Cooper was merely a figment of his imagination. But then he knew she wasn't. He'd seen her name, more than once. He'd

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[twmagdalena]

She wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. Don't keep him waiting the receptionist had said and perhaps that should have been warning enough. Captain Jack Harkness himself grinning and quipping made her more nervous than anything else in the entire underground facility, even the Indian woman with the unnerving smile.

Gwen bites the inside of her cheek, watching the small group interact, for a moment forgotten amidst the bustle. She has proof now that she hadn't gone mad, hadn't imagined it all what with the bump on the head and all the chaos. Proof... but she's seen it now. Seen inside the bat-cave. That can't, ultimately, be good for her.

"Here's your pizza," she glances around for a place to put the boxes, and then back to Captain Harkness. "I think I'd better go." Gwen's never been one to let herself be a punchline. She's not starting now.

[quitehomoerotic]

Jack stands in the doorway as he looks at her. She looks younger than before. Younger and less damaged, less worn. It saddens him to think that it might be him that causes that. That at some point down the line, he does it.

"I think we've gone past that." He stays firm, fast.

He takes a back steat while Suzie pipes up, takes a moment to cuff Owen for his foolish behaviour and looks back up at her.

He remembers the last time he saw her (or more accurately, the last time he remembers seeing her), so close to here, in a Chula ship tethered to the Pierhead building outside. Such a distant memory now. But a good one, oh such a good one.

[twmagdalena]

She's taking it all in -- keeping them all in her sights as best she can. (The pizzas keep her hands occupied: she should have thought of that. But it was her in...) The Indian woman drops the bombshell that they were watching her the whole time she paced around up there, trying to find them -- they have access to a lot more resources than she might have guessed. Traffic cameras, maybe? That gets tucked away with the knowledge that 'Captain Jack Harkness' disappeared in 1941... that their SUV's registration doesn't exist. (Just how long have they been watching her? Why are they watching her?)

But there's a more pressing concern: she watched a man die tonight. And Captain Jack -- or whatever his real name is -- had better have some answers. "That man, at the hospital, that porter, what happened to him?" she demands softly. Death seems to follow them around, riding the tails of his greatcoat. "That was real, wasn't it? He was attacked."

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It seems so strange for Jack as he watches her. She doesn't look like the Gwen he remembers. The Gwen that was so sure of herself. That held a gun to him with no restraint. The Gwen that had no fear of a man who so easily threatened her. She's not there yet.

He stares back at her, face still stiff and unreadable. "He's dead." His voice is cold, no cushioning to his words.

He watches in silence as Tosh explains how they so easily cover up murder. How they do it all without breaking a sweat. Gwen looks unnerved, looks out of her depth. But she's not running. That's good, very good.