This story has been running through my head since I saw the Episode Of Sarah Jane Adventures called Whatever Happened to Sarah Jane and Doctor Who Turn Left. It's now free!!
Janto, if you're a Gwack fan don't read and go watch another show. no offence.
Reality check
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……running, Gwen had never felt this scared. The static buzz of her blue tooth earpiece told her she was alone, unless she could find Jack. She tapped it again bursting through to the main part of the Hub.
"Jack!"
"I'm here Gwen."
She ran to him the relief on her face obvious to Jack from his vantage point.
"Something's jamming the blue tooth." She gasped, her breath ragged after her run up the stairs. "And the power's being controlled. The lift's not working."
"Where's Ianto?"
When his second in command didn't answer at once Jack shook her.
"Gwen, please…" the mixture of simple terror and pain in Jack's cold eyes made Gwen tremble. Jack couldn't lose Ianto, not now.
"We got separated," Gwen was to ashamed to look Jack in the eye, "It's my fault, I told him to check the vaults for you."
Jack swore. "Something's got in the Hub. Something we've never seen before. Tosh's scanners didn't pick it up." He stated.
"That's impossible."
Then the screaming started the alien shriek of mirth, murderous joy reverberating around the base. They turn together, like a bad horror movie cliché. Gwen felt a scream and bile rise uncontrollably in her throat. She see the same look she wears mirrored on his Captain, albeit coupled with his own alien understanding grown from long life.
"What have you…?"
Gwen Cooper sat up from her dream gasping for air like a drowned swimmer. The bedroom shimmered around her like she was still trapped in her heart stopping nightmare. Even in the aftermath of her panic Gwen got the feeling something was wrong. Was the bedroom always this big, what were those pictures on the wall, what was that noise out of the window?
"Are you all right love?" Gwen smiled at her husband as he wrapt a comforting arm round her shaking shoulder. Slowly the facts came back to her until Gwen wondered why she hadn't recognized her flat before.
"Sorry Rhys, bad dream."
She looked around her room, nothing was out of place. Her Police uniform lay haphazardly on a chair where she'd abandoned it after the long night shift. Her favourite photo's were on the bedside table, the one's of her a Rhys on honeymoon and the old faded print of her and Jack, her adopted brother, at the age of 15, smiling self-consciously at the camera. The sound of light night traffic filtered through the window of their flat. What ever had happened in her dream, being chased by some alien creature, was not real, obviously.
Gwen needed fresh air; there was an unheard doubt in her head telling her something was very wrong. She stuck her head out of the kitchen window, breathing in the warm Cardiff night air. The city sparkled before her like a gauzy Christmas tree, for a moment she was disoriented, was this the view out of her home. Was this her life? Something about that dream had thrown her. Why did it feel more real to her than now? As if the wind and noise whipping round her head was only some elaborate façade. Gwen took one last gulp of air, preparing to curl back into bed with her husband. A headache brewing, she reached out for a glass to fill with water; perhaps the she would be able to…
"Gwen Cooper."
She started. The glass chinked against the sideboard as she flinched. Water splattered her pyjama top like some bizarre exit wound, not that she noticed.
"Who's that?" she whispered unable to keep the anxious shake out of her voice. It wasn't the eerie silence that followed that scared Gwen. Nor the fact only she could hear the murmur. It was the fact she recognized the voice. It was her own.
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Jack Harkness stretched out luxurious and catlike in his latest conquest's bed. What was this one called, David? Daniel? Daemon? Yes that was it Daemon. Who ever the hell he was he was snoring like a pig. The sleep of the just Jack thought, rather wittily he thought, as he gathered his pants from where they had been discarded on this guy's cold lino flooring.
Grabbing his coat he was out of the downtown flat in five minutes, no feeling of guilt as he wandered along the mostly deserted pavement. The smell of curry stained the air, wafting from the local takeaway. The blare of music came from a dark alley as teenagers wasted their money in cigarettes and boozy laughter. Neon lights hummed and assaulted his eyes with their brash garish colours.
Jack inhaled it hungrily, a staving man consuming the tastes of life in all shapes and sizes. He thumbed the fastkey on his phone for the local pizza takeaway. He could get it delivered he thought as he entered his flat. You never know, Jack thought with a smirk, it just might be bought by that nice delivery boy that was so partial to his bedside manner…
...
Ianto Jones laughed again as Lisa Hallet giggled as he mercilessly tickled her.
"Ianto…" she gasped, barely able to speak as her fiancé tickled her. They both fell about laughing, totally happy. They lay on the bed, cuddling in silence, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment.
"Have got to go in to work tomorrow?"
"How are the tourists of Cardiff meant to cope otherwise?" Ianto joked.
"You're free at the weekend though," Lisa demanded "We're visiting my parents remember."
Ianto sighed and nodded.
"You promised we'd talk about the wedding." she whined.
Ianto let out a mock groan and Lisa hit him with the pillow.
"You still want to get married right?"
Ianto was surprised by the look of anxiety in her eyes. He kissed her gently.
"Don't be silly, of course I do."
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