A/N: Hi everyone. Thanks for checking this out. It is my first fanfic and I really hope you enjoy it. Please give me some input after you've read it. Also this is not beta'd so I'm sorry for my mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or anything recognisable and I have no intention of gaining profit from this. Intended for entertainment only.
Chapter 1
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
The sound of the telephone echoed through the flat and jarred me awake.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
Why the hell isn't Rhys answering that damn phone? He knows I need my rest.
Brrrrrrrrrrr…
Finally!
Of course my relief has to be short lived 'cause in walks Rhys with his great blob of a belly spilling over a ridiculously small towel.
"Wake up Gwennie!" he says way too cheerfully for this time of the morning. "It's that Ianto bloke on the phone for ya."
Bloody self-important prick! What could he want now? He couldn't possibly expect me to come in early after working well pass eleven last night, could he?
"Uuuh give it here sweetheart." I said barely sitting up and reaching out for the phone. "Yes Ianto?" I spoke into the phone.
"Gwen Jack wants you here in twenty." Ianto commanded down the phone, in his most self-important tone, before hanging up.
Wanker!
I got up with a groan. If Jack needs me then I have to go in to work, after all those idiots would be completely clueless without me there.
I got ready and on my way out Rhys insisted on giving me a kiss, "All right then love." He said as I barely managed not to grimace.
Honestly I'm so much better than him. I'm beyond gorgeous, sexy and brilliant. I shouldn't be with blubbering Rhys Williams and his daft rants. I should be with someone like me or as like me as possible. Someone attractive and charming. Someone like Captain Jack Harkness.
"Hello! Jack!" I called out over the alarm as I entered the hub.
The place was deserted. Not even Ianto was there taking up space as usual.
"Jack!"
No response.
Where is he?
If this this turns out to be some sort of prank Ianto is pulling I swear he'll regret it.
"Jack! You here!"
Still no response.
I reached for my mobile and realized I must have left it back at the flat. Jack wouldn't have been able to get me if he had to rush off.
I searched for a spare comm. and couldn't find one so I just used Tosh's. I'm sure she won't mind and even if she did Tosh is too pathetic to say anything about it.
"Jack?" I said down the comms. "You there?"
"Gwen! Good of you to join us." He answered and my heart started to beat just a bit faster.
"Sorry Jack. Rhys was being a pain." I told him.
That wasn't necessarily a lie 'cause Rhys is always a pain.
"Right." Jack answered, "Had to go on ahead of you but I texted you the coordinates."
"Sorry Jack. I was in such a rush I left my mobile at home." I told him sounding as apologetic as I could.
"Right then. I'm heading over to the National Museum. Call went out to CPD around three this morning. Night guard swears a mummy was stalking him. Around seven new guard comes in for shift change and the night guard if AWOL. Locals passed it to us." He told me.
"What's so strange about a mummy in a museum?" I asked. "After all that's hardly Torchwood worthy."
"Gwen…there aren't any mummy's at the NATIONAL Museum." Came Ianto's patronising voice.
Oh Bully for him! Knows one insignificant detail and thinks he can patronise me. Ha!
"Sorry! Never been."
I could practically see the git rolling his eyes.
"Just meet me there Gwen." Jack said. "It's only the two of us on this so I need you here like yesterday."
"On my way!" I told him. "Ianto's not with you?"
"Nope!" Ianto answered. "I'm on an aeroplane headed for Glasgow."
"And where's Owen and Tosh?" I asked.
"Having the morning off." Jack answered. "They'll be in around noon."
"Jack…" Ianto, the insufferable git, cut in. "have to turn my comms off now but I'll check in when we've landed."
"Yeh sure." Jack answered.
Ianto clicked his comms off and I couldn't have been happier.
Jack and I alone together all morning. Can you imagine how great that'll be. Not having the others slowing us down. Even if they are bunking off work. I can already tell this is going to be a great day, never mind having to come in early. Honestly how much work could a mummy be. Probably made up any way.
A/N: That's it so far. Please tell me if you think I should continue.
