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antigwenallies May. 4th, 2008 01:59 am)Life on Mars: The Gwen Cooper Chronicles (Episode 2)
http://community.livejournal.com/antigwenallies/37605.html
Link to Episode 1
http://community.livejournal.com/antigwenallies/74611.html
Link to Episode 3
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Gwen hurried to the flat she shared with Rhys, putting her key in the door. It wouldn’t turn, and frustrated, she kicked the door, yanking the key out and leaning on the bell while hammering with her other hand.
“All right, keep your hair on,” Rhys’s voice called, approaching the door.
The door opened to the extent of the security chain, and she scowled darkly.
“Rhys, open the door will you, my key won’t work,” she demanded.
“That would be because the lock has been changed.”
“For Gods sake, you could have let me know if you lost your keys and were getting the locks changed. A phone call takes less than a minute,” she huffed.
“That’s not why the locks were changed, Gwen. They were changed to stop you getting in.”
“What? Why?” she asked, making her lower lip tremble.
“Because I’m done with you, Gwen. Even knowing about Torchwood, you’re still hiding things from me, still lying.”
“No, please Rhys, I need you. This promotion isn’t what Jack led me to believe, I need you to help get me out of it,” she begged.
“Oh, come on Gwen. I’m sure you’ll love literally having your own little world.”
“You knew?” she whimpered, slumping against the wall and looking at him tearfully.
“I had an idea Jack was up to something, but I couldn’t get him to tell me what, and none of the others knew either. I know now because I got a phone call about 15 minutes ago, letting me into the secret. I think you should check into a hotel until its time for you to leave. I have a couple of bags packed for you here, if I’ve missed anything, text me, and I’ll drop it at the Tourist Office with Ianto tomorrow,” he said coldly, opening the door enough to shove two cases out, then slamming it shut in her face.
“Rhys, let me in,” she yelled, putting as much tremble into her voice as she could as she hammered on the door again.
“Go away Gwen, we’re finished, and there is nothing else to say to you,” Rhys called back, and she heard one of the internal doors closing.
Gwen sniffled as she picked up the cases, looking back over her shoulder in the hopes that Rhys would realize what a huge mistake throwing her away was, and open the door to let her back inside. Going down to her car, she threw the cases in the boot, and got behind the wheel, fuming. He’d realize he had made a mistake, and he’d come crawling, begging her to forgive him, after all, who wouldn’t want her? When he came begging to her to take him back, she’d make him suffer, no one rejected her and got away with it.
Once she had found a hotel and checked in, she sank down onto the bed, chewing her lip. The first thing she had to do was get out of being sent off to Mars, without losing the promotion and pay rise, she had earned those.
Now that she was available, Jack wouldn’t have to hold back anymore, he would stop filling time with Ianto, and take her. He was obviously madly in love with her, and only holding back because of Rhys. Getting up and throwing open the cases, she started to rummage through, checking what he had packed for her. If she played it right, she would have Jack, and she could persuade him to send Ianto off to Mars in her place, she was sure he would do anything to make her happy, and he wouldn’t want Ianto around after he’d ditched him.
Grimacing, she realized Rhys had put all the frumpiest, most boring clothes into the cases, she would have to do something about that, she couldn’t pull Jack in any of those, she would have to get something else on the way to the hub.
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Gwen frowned when she reached the Tourist Office and found the door locked, Ianto only locked it when he went downstairs, but lunch was long over, he should be back at his station by now, she would make sure he was disciplined for tardiness as soon as she saw Jack, she thought Owen would probably back her on it, if Jack resisted out of gratitude for Ianto helping him out while he couldn’t have Gwen. Owen still fancied her, and he didn’t like Ianto.
Pulling out her earpiece, she slipped it in and called Jack.
“Jack, I’m up outside the Tourist Office, Ianto hasn’t opened up yet, and I can’t get in.”
“Ianto isn’t in the hub Gwen, none of us are, we’re busy.”
“You’re on a call, and you didn’t let me know?”
“We didn’t need you Gwen; the four of us can handle it. After all, you’re going to be gone soon, we’ll have to get used to you not being around to help.”
“But…”
“Go on home Gwen, I’m sure you’ve got a lot to do before your trip,” Jack said firmly.
“But…..”
“I can’t talk now Gwen, go home,” Jack said, before the phone went dead.
Gwen stamped her foot, and looked down at the low cut top and short skirt she was wearing, there was no way she was wasting the time she had spent getting ready, she would go up to one of the cafés on the quay, and watch for Jack coming back. If they were out on a job, Jack would drop all of the others home before returning in the SUV. If she waited, she would get him to herself. She shivered at the thought of tonight being the night, Jack touching her, making love to her, after being forced to deny himself for so long. She couldn’t wait.
It was going dark, and the café staff was starting to cast her ‘go away, we’re closing’ looks when she heard Jack’s familiar boisterous laughter on the lower level, heading for the Tourist Office. Getting up quickly, she grabbed her bag and straightened her skimpy clothes before darting out of the door. She clattered down the stairs, and was disappointed to see the four of them there, waiting as Ianto unlocked the door. It didn’t matter, she could still contrive to be the last one there with Jack by saying she needed to talk to him privately, he would send the others home at this time of night.
“Bloody hell Gwen. Are you thinking of a career in prostitution?” Owen snorted, eyeing her clothes as she followed them into the office.
“Piss off Owen, I need to talk to Jack, privately,” she looked at Jack with her best cow eyes.
“Sorry Gwen, I have plans tonight, and nothing is getting in the way of them. Even if there’s an alien invasion, I’ll be calling the Doctor, and asking him to deal with it,” Jack laughed, pulling Ianto into an embrace.
She finally cottoned on that they were all very dressed up for having been out on an alien hunt, Ianto was wearing the same dark suit that he had been wearing earlier, now with an emerald green shirt and tie, and there was a white carnation in the button hole of his jacket. Jack was dressed in a full suit himself, a black shirt under it, the color lifted by an emerald tie that matched Ianto’s, and a similar carnation. Tosh was wearing a very flattering blue dress, and her hair was pinned up into a very feminine style, she looked even lovelier than she had when she had attended Gwen’s wedding. And as for Owen, she had NEVER seen him look so smart; he wore neatly pressed black trousers, a crisp white shirt and a black tie. She didn’t think he owned any ties.
“What’s been going on?” she finally asked after staring at them in confused silence for a long time.
TBC
Tee hee. Any guesses as to what the answer to the tart’s question is?
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'Bloody hell Gwen. Are you thinking of a career in prostitution?' Owen snorted, eyeing her clothes as she followed them into the office.'
Ah Owen, always the snarky voice of reason.
Yay! for Rhys kicking her out, the man has finally came to his senses.
I can't wait to see what happens when Gwen finds out that Jack and Ianto got married :D I peeked at the comment above, but I thought that's what they did. It wasn't a double Jack/Ianto Tosh/Owen wedding, was it?
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Go Rhys! Maybe he'd like a threesome with Owen and Tosh, hmmm, no I don't write het.
Gwen is going to have a cow when she finds out, snicker, especially when she finds out........nah, you'll just have to wait.
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Big tease :P
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AAAHHH
I don't like cliffhangers!
(But Rhys leaving Gwen! Thank Goodness the man woke up to himself!)
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I don't much like cliffies either, unless I'm writing them, then I'm very fond of them *evil grin*
Well, we can keep our fingers crossed that Rhys sees the light in the series, and that Jack tells her to get on her bike when she makes the cow eyes at him again.
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Oh writing them rocks, but reading/watching them, I HATE!
Cow eyes, I love that!
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Whooo!!!
Are we going to be allowed to see their wedding?
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There may be hints on the wedding in the next chapter.
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This is...like....the GREATEST fic ever.
lmao.
-also hears the wedding bells-
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