Gwens POV

Phone rings

"What the fuck do you want this time?"

"Good morning to you to." Jacks voice blares through my phone.

"It's fucking 3am, hardly morning!"

"Touchy! Who got out the wrong side of bed this morning."

"I'm still in bed."

"Oh, what an image."

"What do you want?"

"You."

"Rhys is beside me."

"Poor you."

"Your hilarious."

"I know."

"Tell me what you want or I'm hanging up!"

"You wouldn't."

"Try me" I threaten.

"Love to."

"Jack" I warn.

"What do you think? We have a problem. An alien problem."

"On my way." I hang up and get dressed. Now what to wear. Hmmm. Well those jeans look good, smell fine as well. Oh that reminds me I need to tell Rhys to put some washing in before work. I'll leave a note. Which top?

"Gwen" Rhys stirs.

"Uh huh."

"Why you up?"

"Work." I say whilst pulling over my new red top. River Island it's lovely!

"Already, didn't hear an alarm."

"Just got called in." I slip into my black jacket.

"Can't they sort it without you?"

"No." I walk through to the kitchen.

"Fine." He mumbles and falls back to sleep, thank god! We didn't even have an argument it's a fucking miracle. Paper, I think to myself. There's wad on the table I grab it and a pen. Pen. Pen. Pen. There, on top of the drawers. Please work. Oh and it does.

Hey Rhys

Could you put the washing in for me?

Oh and doing some washing up wouldn't go a miss. Don't wait up probably be back late per usual. I'll ring you if I can, promise.

Love you

Gwen xx

Like i'm really going to get a chance to ring him. More likely pigs will fly, wait don't tempt fate. I don't think us Cardiff folk could cope with flying pigs. I walk over to the door almost there.

"Gwen"

"Yes Rhys"

"Don't go."

"I have to."

"No you don't. You have to stay home with you fiance."

"My fiance doesn't pay me."

"Didn't think I had to. Oh, I bet your boss does."

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"Rhys most people that work get paid. So glad you think your fiance is a prostitute. Mind you, wouldn't expect anything less from you!"

"Whats that meant to mean?"

"Go figure." I pull the door handle down. "Bye."

"Go get laid. Oops I meant paid."

"Well whichever, i'll still being doing more then you."

"I work to Gwen."

"Not in my profession"

"True im not a gigolo."

"I meant police."

"Sure."

"Piss off."

"You're the one walking out the door."

"Bye Rhys."

I slam the door shut, whilst he shouts more abuse. Like anyone need this at 3am in the morning. So much for not having an argument. Oh and now hes not gonna do any washing, thats just fucking great. Bloody Jack. Bloody Aliens. Bloody Torchwood. I find myself smiling. But, who would go back to normality when you could have Torchwood... Aliens... Jack!