Title: Realisation
Author: eimeark / Eimear
Summary: Jack comes to an important realisation.
Word Count: Over 2000
Disclaimer: None of this is mine except for the Ronima.
AN: Guys, I had originally written and posted this on livejournal as a LuRe Torchwood crossover but it didn't work too well so I decided to reword little bits of it and post it here. I know there are times when they are OOC but sure ah well! Unbeta-d so all mistakes are mine!
Chapter 1
Gwen Cooper pushed open the door to her flat that she shared with her partner Rhys Williams. She was utterly exhausted and all the could do at the minute was fantasize about the nice warm bed that was calling out to her. Though, first she needed to take a shower. She smelled awful and she had shit all over her.
She remembered the fight with the Ronima earlier. The Ronima came through the rift that morning and herself and Jack went to deal with it. The PDA showed that the signal emitting from the, then unknown, alien was moving, fast. They followed the signal and ended up at an old pub which was close to tumbling. The walls were damp and chipped and the roof looked as if it was about to fall in on them.
"Right, do we have a plan of action Jack?" Gwenlooked to Jack in want of a game plan but by the look on Jack's face, she knew she wasn't going to get one.
"Lets just wing it." Gwen was shocked, to say the least, at Jack's pitiful suggestion. They were about to march into a pub full of people, all guns blazing, to find an alien that is designed to camouflage itself in the face of danger. And they were going to wing it? Not good. But then again, she wasn't coming up with anything better so, they were just going to have to go with the flow and see what happened!
It was at that moment the alien chose to reveal its true form to the chilled out drinkers in the bar. The blood curdling scream that came from the pub could be heard 50 miles away. At least, that's what Gwen thought. There was a loud crash and Gwen looked at the door in time to see the swoosh of the captains coat behind it.
She followed Jack into the pub. When she looked around, she couldn't help the giggle that emerged from her lips. As she took in the sight, the giggles turned into laughter which then escalated to the point of torture when she sported a full on belly laugh that would have put Jack Harkness to shame. She suddenly found it hard to breathe and started spluttering and coughing, proving that laughing too hard can in fact be dangerous! She looked around the pub, able to contain her laughter again, and tried to comprehend exactly what had happened.
The Ronima had anticipated Jack's arrival and when Gwen arrived, Jack was hanging from the wooden fan underneath the lights of the pub wearing only a luminous pink tutu. The situation wasn't even that funny. It was just the shock of seeing her boss so disheveled and clueless as to what to do that made it so funny in Gwen's eyes.
What she failed to notice though was that while she was teasing Jack for his obvious lack of control in the situation, the Ronima had downed around thirteen Vodka shots in quick succession. She turned around just in time for the Ronima to open it's large mouth and spew it's guts all over her. Naturally, she squirmed when she felt the alien vomit hit her designer outfit, not to mention the shoes. She looked down to inspect herself and, upon seeing the blue and purple slime covering her, let out a cry of frustration. This time it was Jack's turn to laugh.
"Shut it or you can find your own way down from there, Nutcracker."
Gwen threw the filthiest look she could muster up in his direction. It was only then that she remembered the other customers in the pub. She looked around the crowd and saw that they wouldn't need to be retconned and the majority of them were either too drunk to take any notice of the spectacle that had unfolded in front of their eyes or slumped unconscious wherever their bodies would fit.
"Ahem, as much as I like dangling from a fan 5 feet about the ground, I want to feel the ground. Now." Gwen's concentration levels weren't up to scratch that night so it took her a while to register the fact that Jack was doing two things at once, asking her a question and shaking his head in annoyance at her. She processed Reid's request in er head and went to fetch a relatively strong, sober man that could aid her in the hard task of attempting to release the captain from his dilemma. Gwen made sure to take a few pictures on her phone of the occasion though, explaining to Jack that Ianto would have a good laugh when he saw his lover in such a shameful and undignified position.
Once Jack was safely on the ground, they hoisted the now unconscious Ronima onto Jack's shoulder and walked out to the SUV. With the Ronima tucked away in the boot of the large vehicle, Gwen asked Jack to bring her straight home so she could take a shower to try and rid herself of the foul smell that lingered on her now. Jack drove the SUV out to Gwen's house and dropped her off telling her that he'd sort the Ronima out with a cell for the night and leaving her with strict orders to get some rest and enjoy her alone time with Chris as it rarely ever happened.
Gwen was snapped out of her reverie when she felt two hands rest against her hips from behind and a pair of soft lips kissing her neck.
"Hiya." Gwen turned to face her partner of a few years and tenderly kissed him.
"You coming to bed, Gwen?"
Gwen didn't need to be asked twice, her eagerness evident in the way she grabbed his hands and practically pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. Suddenly, Rhys stopped, his nose sniffing the air.
"What on earth have you been doing Katie? You smell worse than a pig with diarrhoea and a farting problem. I ain't coming near ya till you're clean again."
Gwen groaned and, grabbing two towels from the hotpress, made her way to the bathroom with the intention of staying under the hot, steaming water for as long as humanly possible. Eventually, she found the strength to pull out from under the trickle of water and quickly dried herself off. She went to the bedroom and climbed into bed beside Rhys, immediately snuggling into his welcoming arms.
"It's moments like these that make the horrors of this job bearable." This was the last thought in Gwen's head as she drifted off into a deep slumber.