AN: Hi, this is my first fic so be gentle, i have been a member of the site a little while but have been reading and reviewing under the name emsiejj for a while. So new name, and my first post. It will be a multi chapter and eventually Jack/ Gwen based. I hope you like it.
Rating: T and probably M for language and future situations if i get brave, or drunk, or both.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Torchwood or anything to do with it, execpt maybe the box set and a few dirty thoughts late at night.
Chapter 1
"Rhys, stop it, you can't keep me here if I don't want to be. Get of me!" Gwen struggled with the weight of Rhys bearing down on her, his rough hands pinning her own to the wall.
"I'm sick of you always pissin' off with work whenever we need some time together, you care about that place more than me and I'm fed up with it, so you will stay here until I say you can go!" As he spoke his face got closer and closer to hers, she could feel his hands shaking with anger and frustration.
She tried to move her hands down, her wrists starting to feel sore from the pressure on them, she looked him in the eye and almost instantly he knew he had gone too far and let her arms go.
He stood there, right in front of her, not moving, waiting for her to say something.
"Rhys, you have no right to control me like that, it's my job, and it's important to me, and to you, my job keeps you safe. I love you so much and I don't think I could cope if anything happened to you, I work so damn hard so I can come home to you every night." She turned her face away from him; she couldn't look at him after letting him see so deep inside of her.
"I am a big boy Gwen, I can look after myself, but I want to look after you. We have had less and less time together, and that's just it, you want me safe so you can come home to me every night. But you don't. Where have you been? Not here with me." This last sentence came from his mouth like a spoken resignation that something had changed between them over the last six months, in truth, they both knew things had changed, priorities had shifted. But they were both clinging to the familiarity and comfort of each other.
Gwen walked away from him, his figure slumping as she did so. "Look, Rhys, I have to go to work, I don't want to leave us like this but they need me." She picked up her mobile, and walked towards the door. Rhys lunged after her, and managed to grab her mobile phone from her hand and threw it across the room, it hit the wall and smashed to the floor.
Gwen stopped and looked at him, his face older than she remembered, a thick silence filled the gap between them.
"I'll see you later." And with that she walked out of the door.