3 weeks later

"Let it go, Gwen."

"I can't Jack."

"It's done. Finished."

"Oh you really are a heartless…"

"Gwen, go home."

"What, why?"

"Because you're angry and you need to calm down."

"I'm fine. I just wish you'd listen."

"I've listened for 3 flipping weeks Gwen and the answer, is the same as what it was an hour ago, no! Nothing is going to change that."

"What if he's still out there?"

"It'll be long gone."

"Jack!" Gwen reprimanded.

"For pity sake, what?"

"He's a he not an it. He's a young boy with a family, with a life."

"Okay, he'll be long gone." Jack rolled his eyes, which infuriated the Welsh brunette even more. You could practically see the steam shooting from her ears.

"You absolute…!" He put his hands over his ears and began to sing loudly, choosing not to read Gwen's furious lips. They stopped moving and formed into a "o" expression.

"Quite finished?" Gwen could take no more she lunged at Jack across his desk knocking him from his chair. She landed on top of him pinning his arms to the floor with her hands, pressing his knees down with her legs.

"You listen to me. Captain Jack Harkness. You are going to go back and get that boy, bring him back here and even put him out of his misery if you have to. You are not going to let him wander aimlessly through time."

"You're so hot when you're angry."

"Huh?" She paused considering the handsome guy under her firm grip. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes I heard you, I think they did too." Jack nodded towards the rest of the Torchwood team, who stood at the doorway mildly amused. Gwen's quick glance backwards, was all the distraction he needed. He flipped her over thudding her back on floor causing her to scream in pain. She gasped for breath, as he pressed her to the floor.

"Out!" Jack addressed the team without turning around.

"Aww Jack. We have to have some form of entertainment."

"Owen." He growled, as the reluctant team exited.

"Jack get off of me." Gwen hissed. He leaned his head in closer so it was beside her ear.

"You have two choices…"

"What the…" She interrupted.

"Shut up and let me finish." He cracked a knee into her abdomen; she let out a short cry of pain. Jack was riled; he was not going to be humiliated in front of his team. Plus, she needed to learn that he was the boss and what he says goes. "You have two choices." Gwen gulped, struggling to breath under Jack's forced weight. "You go home and come back tomorrow. The subject is dropped and this conversation is never mentioned again. Or, I retcon you and you leave Torchwood for ever. What's it to be?"

"I can't just forget about it Jack."

"Retcon it is." He loosened his grip slightly. Pulling his head away to gaze into her troubled eyes.

"No, please don't Jack."

"I don't want to, but you have to drop it Gwen. Prove you can cope with this job."

"I can't Jack I really can't."

"Yes you can you just tell it goodbye. Give it a smile and wave and capeche."

"Is that what you do?"

"Don't change the subject Gwen."

"I'm not." Gwen assured she could still see that Jack's temperament was volatile.

"Good, so that's settled."

"I can't just wave goodbye. I'm not you."

"We're not so different, but that's not the matter in hand. Just drop it Gwen, I don't care if you hate me for it just stop telling me you hate me, okay?"

"I'll try."

"You'll try?"

"Don't worry Jack, I've got to drop it haven't I!" Gwen's sarcasm hurt Jack more that if she had hit him. She knew it as well she saw the pained expression on his face. They stared at each other for a few seconds, well more of a glare really.

"Can you get off me now?"

"I can yes."

"Would you get off of me now?" A look of consideration crossed Jacks face; Gwen sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Say please."

"What?"

"Say please." He spoke slowly enunciating each word.

"Jack don't be a twat just get off of me."

"No Gwen I'm serious."

"You'll be waiting a long time."

"Fine by me. I'm quite comfortable." He reasserted his body weight making Gwen wince from the pressure. However, she remained determined and so did he. This would prove who really was the boss.

"Coffee?"

"Not now Ianto." They chorused.

"Wow you agree on something." He chuckled, as he closed Jack's office door eager to go and tell the other two of Gwen's predicament.