"Die Bitch, die!" Tosh cried, thrusting a glinting Katana into Gwen's stomach, laughing as blood spurted out in a crimson waterfall. Jack sighed in relief and drew and sobbing Ianto to his manly chest. Jack tenderly kissed Ianto on the forehead and softly stroked his back as though Ianto were a helpless kitten.
"Hush Cariad. It's alright. Gwen can't hurt you anymore,"
"Oh Jack," Ianto sobbed, his tears glistening like diamonds on his porcelain cheeks, "Why did she try to kill me?"
"I don't know Yanny-Pie, I don't know. It doesn't make any sense. Weep no more my sweet 's over now," Jack swept Ianto up and pressed his lips against the Welshman. "Ianto?" Jack murmured softly into his beloved's ear.
"Yes Jack?"
"Marry me,"
At these words, a loud bell rang, signalling the end of the fic. Gwen sat up, grinning from ear to ear.
"That was Fantastic!" she cheered, allowing Owen to help her up and dab the fake blood off her shirt. "I love Bash fics!"
Gwen had been in her elemant. Strutting around, groping Jack's behind and calling the others every insult under the sun. And then, finally, came the big girl fight between Tosh and Gwen. There had been punching, kicking, biting until Gwen died the most dramatic death possible. A death worthy of being in a Opera with a standing ovation and roses falling from the ceiling.
Tosh grinned in agreement. "It was nice doing something other than reading off a computer screen for once. Owen... were you recording our girl fight?"
Owen nodded. "Recording, saving and making copies,"
Ianto, however, was less pleased. "You might like them, but all I ever seem to do in fics is mope,"
Jack smiled. "Come one Ianto, you like Smut Fics!"
"Everyone likes Smut Fics," Gwen put in.
"Remeber the one two weeks ago when the pheromone spray got released and we had an orgy?" Tosh added. They smiled fondly at the memory. As they did, the bell rang again, followed by the sound of a cracking whip.
Jack beamed, "Alright, it's a dom/sub fic!"
"Who is it," Ianto asked Owen, who was sat at his desk reading the summary.
"Please be Gwen/Tosh, please be Gwen/Tosh," Gwen muttered under her breath, crossing her fingers. They had both gotten rather excited during their fight.
Owen looked up, his face ashen. "It's me and Ianto," he gulped, "And Ianto's the dom,"
Tosh smiled encouragingly, "It could have been worse,"
"Remember that time it was you and Janet?" said Gwen.
Ianto sighed, "Well, let's get this over with. You get the handcuffs and I'll find the leather trousers,"
Gwen turned to Tosh. "Are you recording this?"
"Recording, saving and making copies,"
"Popcorn?"
"Oh yes. Jack, you watching?"
Jack beamed, wrapping his arms around his two favourite ladies. "Of course," Jack replied, watching Ianto give Owen a spaking, "I wouldn't miss this for the world,"