A/N: Just a little fic I had conjured up one night about 3 years ago when I couldn't sleep.
xoxoxo
Jack was down in the shooting range. He had spent a lot of time there recently, taking his anger out on the cardboard Weevils. He had to have some sort of release from it all. He had lost half of his team, Toshiko and Owen. He had found his brother, only to lose him all over again. He had lost Gwen to Rhys. Slowly, Jack seemed to be losing everything he had ever cared about. If he was honest with himself, he knew which one of those things hurt him the most. It felt cruel to admit that it wasn't losing two members of his team; losing them felt like nothing compared to losing Gwen. Jack was grieving, but, unlike Gwen and Ianto, he wasn't grieving for Toshiko and Owen. He was grieving for Gwen. She was still there, but she was untouchable now that she was married. Maybe that was why Jack had thrown himself to Ianto after she was married; he had thought that it would stem the hurt. But he knew. Nothing would stem the hurt. He never thought that he could hurt like this. He had survived so much; he thought he was indestructible. Now he knew otherwise. He knew he'd rather take a thousand hails of bullets than go through this much pain. As he stood there, shooting three Weevils through the head, he didn't notice Gwen come in behind him. He didn't notice her standing there watching him. Not until he turned to reload his gun.
"Gwen?"
She smiled at him. "Hello, Jack."
He was taken aback. "What are you doing here this late?"
She stepped forwards. "Why? Don't you want me?"
He gawped at her. "What? Want you?"
She was so close he could feel the heat from her body. "That's right. Do you want me, Jack?"
He swallowed, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You know I do. More than anything."
She was pressing her body into his. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"
He closed his eyes and reopened them. She was still there. "What are you waiting for?"
She slipped her arms around his waist, pulling their bodies closer together.
He ran one hand through her hair before lightly pressing their lips together. Jack was reminded of the first time he and Gwen had been in the shooting range together.
She pulled out of the kiss, smiling.
He couldn't believe his luck; did Gwen really want him?
As though she had read his mind, she pressed her lips back to his. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, before making love on the table in the shooting range. And they fell asleep together on that same table, snuggled together as though afraid to let go.
When Jack awoke, he was immediately confused. He had woken up alone. Alone, and in his bed, in his bedroom. And that was when he remembered. Gwen had come to him in his dreams, like she so often did. And he was relieved to find that he could remember it, as though it had really happened. A single tear slid down his cheek as he smiled. At least he could have his Gwen in his dreams.
