Contemplating
Jack sat at his desk, thinking about the past two weeks. He thought about what had happened since Gwen Cooper had arrived at Torchwood, and even before. He remembered the day in the rain when he had spotted her, standing way above them in the parking lot, watching what they had been doing. It intrigued him. Then, when she had needed rescuing from the weevil in the hospital, he hadn't hesitated, he just took her hand in his and they ran. He sighed, just remembering the feel of her warm hand in his. His mind slowly drifted back into his memories. Gwen and how she had so brazenly come into the Hub, bearing pizza under the delivery name of Torchwood. Stupid Owen. Jack still owed him for that one. He thought about how he had taken Gwen out for drinks and explained to her what Torchwood was, and how she had run away from him, when he told her about the retcon he slipped into her drink. Then only a day later, how she had remembered everything. Then, he offered her a job now that Susie had died, and there was a spot. How, on her very first mission with Torchwood, she had let free an alien gas that survived on orgasmic energy. How he never yelled at her for that, but then in her own way, she made up for it. Then he thought about the kiss. The one she had given him for saving that girl's life. Short, soft and sweet. How it left him wanting more. How he had touched his lips as if trying to hold her kiss on them. He then realised he wanted Gwen. He wasn't sure if it was love, but he knew that she was what he needed.