antigwenallies | Happy Christmas

Title: Lobsters the aftermarth
Author: haces222
Summary: Gwen finds out

Authors notes: The follow up of 'Lobsters' ( what else would it be) and just a little Christmas present for all fellow Gwen bashes.

It was the following day and Gwen flounced in to Torchwood, late as usual. Walking over towards the water tower she was disappointed in discovering all the lobsters from the previous day were gone. Sighing to herself that there were no other delicacies to be had, she went off in search of the others.

The main Hub itself was deserted with the only living creature being Myfanwy flying around in the upper levels.

Jack’s office was empty apart from the hand in the jar which gave her a cheery wave, impelling her to wave back. The kitchen and archives were empty of Ianto’s reassuring presence. And even the medical bay and autopsy room were devoid of life.

Going down into the lower reaches she found several Weevils in what could only be described as a huddle surrounding a large pile of dead lobsters, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Tutting at the waste of edible shellfish and earning herself a look of disgust from the Weevils for her trouble, she continued her search for the team.

It was only after an inordinate amount of time, that she thought to look on her computer for clues. Finding a little envelope flashing in the corner she opened her email from Jack.

Gwen
We received a call from Splott of a disturbance we’ll be back later. There’s a report on Tosh’s desk with your name on it can you get it finished, preferably before we get back.
Jack.

Sighing at the unfairness of her job, when everyone else is out having fun, she’s relegated to paperwork. Sitting at her computer she starts up a ‘Solitaire’ game and gets down to work.

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A few hours and several games of ‘Solitaire’ later she looks up when she heared laughter echoing around the Hub as the team come through the door, pushing and shoving each other in play.

“Where have you all been?”

Jack glared at her as he replied, “We’ve been doing OUR job. Something if you’d were here you would have done.”

Before an argument could fully develop, Ianto stepped in, “It’s 12:30, and I’m hungry. Who’s for Chinese?”

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As they all sat down for lunch, Gwen became aware of what seemed like an entire conversation going on over her head. Owen seemed to barely be suppressing a smirk, winking at Tosh, which Gwen did not like at all. Jack was back to his good mood, humming happily and -yes when she looked under the table- playing footsie with Ianto. Only Tosh seemed sombre intent on her Chinese without making eye-contact with anyone.

Almost as if Owen couldn’t hold it back he suddenly spoke.

“So I did a really interesting autopsy, today.”

“Really Owen,” groaned Ianto, “while we’re eating is not the best time to talk about autopsies.”

“Yeah. But you’ll never believe what I found in their stomachs.”

A chorus of “Owen!” erupted from the four people around the table.

But now that the doctor had the bit between the teeth so to speak, he wasn’t going to stop. Even if it meant a few queasy stomachs. He’d been looking forward to this ever since he’d been told about the lobsters. And he’d just waited for the most opportune time to tell her exactly what she ate.

“So,” he continued, ignoring the glare from Gwen and the smirks from the rest. “I couldn’t believe when I opened them up that I found red fibres from clothing as well as three or four different DNA’s.”

“Are you telling me that the person you opened up was a cannibal?”

“Oh no.” pausing until she had lifted her fork to her lips, he continued, “the lobsters I opened up had several people in them.”

The four members of Torchwood watched as a look of comprehension crossed Gwen’s face.

Jack smirked, “Ah the penny drops.”

She looked imploringly at them all and asked, “Why did you do this to me? Why did you let me eat it?”

With a hard look, Jack retorted, “Now maybe next time when I say no, you’ll take it as my answer.”

Looking around the table and receiving nothing but closed looks, Gwen stumbled to her feet and rushed out of the boardroom.

“Well,” commented Ianto, “she took that well.”

Date: 2007-12-24 05:37 pm (UTC)

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I'm so glad you continued this :D

'With a hard look, Jack retorted, “Now maybe next time when I say no, you’ll take it as my answer.' I'm sure Gwen learned her lesson, until next time.