Hi! First story for Torchwood, so had to be fluff...hehe! All rights to the song Laura go to the amazing and epic Scissor Sisters, and Torchwood is not owned my me (noooo!) Please review if you like it xxx
Gwen was working late. Jack had buggered off with Ianto, Owen was presumably out drinking and Tosh was working at home as usual. So, that left her, with a pile of paperwork and files to sort out. She sighed and began to briskly sort through the mountain of paper in front of her. There was a neatly folded note on top, her name in neat script across the front. Ianto, she thought as she unfolded it. It read:
Dear Gwen,
Seeing as you seem to have an inexplicable amount of work to do, I thought you might want a little music to relax- coffee might be unimaginable with what I've seen of your culinary talents... Don't ask me why, but Jack apparently has every room soundproofed (?) and there's quite a large system of speakers in the walls. There's a CD library in cupboard seven I think. Enjoy.
Ianto.
Gwen smiled as she read the section about her supposedly non-existent culinary talents. She could almost see him smirking as he wrote that. It was good that he was opening up a bit at last. She hated to say it, but Jack seemed to be having a good effect on him-something she would never admit to anyone but herself, he had a big enough head as it was. She laughed to herself as she walked over to cupboard seven. Sure enough, Ianto was right. She gasped as she shifted the door open, and saw racks and racks of CDs stacked alphabetically, right up to the roof. Gwen began to shift through the nearest shelf to her, and realised it was indeed very well stocked.
Soon, alongside the pile of work, was a pile of CDs. The Scissor Sisters, Maroon 5, Duffy- Gwen had always loved music. She worked her way through the CDs as she filed. Ianto was right, the speakers really were very good.
Gwen started singing as she worked, to a song she'd heard on the radio the other day.
"Laura, can't you give me some time,
I got to give myself one more chance.
To be the man that I know I am.
To be the man that I know I am.
Won't you just tell Cincinnati,
I'm gonna need your love.
Don't you give me your love?
Don't you give me your,
Come on,
Come on,
Where is your love?
Don't you give me your love,
Don't you give me your,
Come on,
Come on,
Where is your love?
She found herself singing stronger as she filed, twitching the volume dial up to max. The music was so loud she didn't hear the Hub door clang open, nor was concentrating as an imposing figure in a blue coat stood in the doorway. She went on singing.
"Don't you give me your love?
Don't you give me your-"
She did a kind of twirly walk over to the stereo, in time to the beat, which made Jack splutter with laughter, however he quickly stifled it. It was most decidedly un-stifled when Gwen began to shuffle papers to the same beat. Gwen spun around, pistol cocked and ready, and Jack immediately put his hands up, grinning as her face fell in horror as she realised what he'd seen.
"Could you please refrain shoot me? If looks could kill, I'd be dead already." He chuckled, and she quickly lowered the pistol, blushing as he strode into the centre of the Hub. "It wouldn't phase me so much, but I'm not so sure I'd come back with a look like this one."
"I bloody hate you Jack Harkness!" she choked.
He ignored her, and leaned over her shoulder to see her desk, with one last file left to do.
"Pretty good work I'd say!" he teased her as she grabbed her bag and made to storm out.
"Gwen!" He shouted, and she turned around with a feisty flip of her hair
"WHAT?"
He simply flicked the stereo to the chorus of the next song
"Cuz you're filthy, ooh and I'm gorgeous..."
The Hub door slammed with one of the loudest slams Jack had heard in a long time.
"Oops."