DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
A/N: I don't speak the version of English spoken in the UK, but I will try my best.
After the incident with the 456, Martha had given UNIT her two weeks' notice. The Osterhagen Project- and both the Doctor's and Jack's words- had made her skeptical about the organization.
But watching Gwen's recordings of the Cabinet meeting as she attempted to catch her and Mickey up on the incident made her 100% positive that she was doing the right thing by leaving the organization behind.
Freelance had been fun, an adventure. It was almost like being in the TARDIS, traveling through space and time, saving the world.
Almost.
Mickey had suggested leaving, a day or two after they had seen the Doctor. She had agreed. They were good, the two of them, but they were no Doctor.
And they were no Torchwood.
She may have been cleared of all charges, but red flags still came up when you Googled the name "Lois Habiba."
Finally, though, after eight months of not getting it, she knew what she had to do. It was the only way that she was going to get a job with people who wouldn't give her the stink eye whenever she spoke.
She had to find Torchwood.
Rhys saw Gwen when she didn't think he was looking. There were times when he could tell that she wanted a gun in one hand and a torch in the other, ready to shoot whoever or whatever dangerous entity had come through the Rift. She would put a gun in her purse before they went out. She'd always done that, even when she was a police officer.
Now, though? Now it wasn't about safety or Weevils. Now it was she missed going in somewhere, guns blazing, ready to protect the lives of all the ignorant yet innocent people that she had sworn to protect, as both a police officer and a Torchwood employee.
She needed to be able to do that again. He had to admit, he missed his life getting messed up every thirty seconds. The two of them living in their new house, getting ready for a baby, felt almost wrong and abnormal. It was too mundane. He'd always wanted this life for him and Gwen, but he missed the old days.
Believe it or not, he missed Torchwood.
Jack sat in a bar on an alien planet that he could barely pronounce the name of, if it was even the right name. Alonso had just departed for the restroom.
He liked Alonso well enough. He wasn't Ianto, and it seemed almost too early to have a relationship with him. With anyone.
It was times like this that he understood why the Doctor always ran, why he always had someone by his side. It made adventures more fun and losses either to deal with.
He wanted that.
He wanted some of the only people in the world who could give him that.
He wanted Torchwood.
Gwen had had a pregnancy scare back when she was having an affair with Owen, and had told no one. She had gathered all the information she could while she waited for her period to come, and one thing she had found was that she could work at Torchwood basically until she delivered.
Well, physically she could. She had assumed that the boys would all have loads to say about the pregnant woman around aliens and strange chemicals and she was sure that someone would magically find a study about how exposure to the Rift would cause some extremely rare birth defect or something.
When her period had come, she was sad yet relieved.
She wished sometimes that everyone was still around, that Ianto was trying to hide the coffee from her, or that Jack was insisting she sit this one out, or that Tosh was going shopping with her for baby clothes, or that Owen was lecturing her about how dummies were better for teeth growth than sucking one's thumb or something like that.
She, sometimes, just wished that she still had Torchwood.
