There weren't many things that Captain Jack Harkness missed about his mortal life but the ability to get a good night sleep was one of them. The clock sat on his desk ticking away, showing the time to be just gone 1am and Jack was still awake: he was always awake.

It had been a slow day at Torchwood, very unusual and quite a novelty for the team to be able to talk to one another. Actual, proper talking that didn't involve the latest alien on the loose or the rushed cover-up story of the last Weevil attack – but talking as friends should.

The day had re-awakened a feeling in Jack that had been dormant for a few months. Since the wedding, Jack had been attempting to forget, to let lie what he now saw as a lost cause. He should've known better. Jack was in love with Gwen Cooper, always would be and seeing her today, the natural Gwen, without the stress that Torchwood put upon her and with a smile on her beautiful face - the feeling had been rekindled in him.

This was why, in the early hours of this Thursday morning, Captain Jack was searching through old CCTV tapes. The screens in his office were showing different, individual moments from the various areas of the Hub and more specifically, moments of Gwen.

Jack was watching the centre screen which showed a time in the Vault, not long after Gwen started at Torchwood. She was talking to Carys, the girl possessed by the sex alien and Jack was waiting for her to join the alien in the vault. How he'd enjoyed watching them back then and how much he would now that he had only the pleasure of his company.

Leaning back into his chair, Jack began to undo the buttons on his shirt, trailing his fingers lightly down his chest as he went. On the screen, Gwen and Carys had begun kissing and the sound of their moans spurred Jack on – he flung his shirt off onto the floor. Jack's heart was racing now, with one hand resting on his chest he could feel his heart beat, while the other began to drift down over his perfectly toned stomach to his waist.

Jack's breathing was getting shallower as he felt himself become hard, unbearably so. He could scarcely focus on the video anymore but could see Gwen so clearly in his mind, imagining her hands on his body. Both of his hands now went to unbuckle has belt and lower his trousers down below his hips.

Finally, Jack reached his hand under the elastic of his boxers, the lightest touch of his hand on his cock sent goose bumps all up his body. Jack took a deep breath in and out and smiled, preparing for the ecstasy which would follow, when he …

… heard the Hub door roll across and the siren whirring.


hahaha! I'm so mean :P