Reflections of Loss
As she woke up she could feel something against her. It wasn't Rhys, the being felt too solid. It wasn't Owen, the being had a much bigger frame than that. She placed her hand on the mattress to pick her head up and peak at her bed mate, but she squealed in the process. Her hand touched flesh that was not behind her and she realized she was laying on someone as well. They chuckled and a hand ran through her hair. At the sound of the voice in her ear it all came flooding back to her. "Gwen…it's alright," a messy bed-haired Ianto cooed at her. She then realized the hand at her hair and skin of a chest at her cheek was Ianto, and the solid being beside her was none other than Captain Jack Harkness.
"And then there were three…" she muttered to herself. She placed her hand over Ianto's beating heart and Jack snuggled up into her more. She was safe between her two men. Three heartbeats beating as one; they had all lost people they loved within the past few months. They still had one another at nights though. They were each enough for one another; the shared memories and sufferings. Through it all they had stayed together and loved with a raw intense passion. They were Torchwood and the 21st Century was when everything changed. They were ready, and they would face it together.
^.^ Just a sweet bit of a one-shot. I was thinking about adding maybe two more chapters. A chapter with an adventure then what happens when they all get home. Bit of an M. Dunno…I don't fish for reviews or anything, but let me know if this should be continued.
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