Hey guys, sorry for the random timing of the updates, lots going on, wrote this one to make it up to you. It's a funny one, so you know what to do, review!
~Gwen
It had been a long day. There had been seven Weevil attacks and twelve people had died as a result. With a day like that the team decided to stay the night at the Hub, keep an eye on the rift. Weevils tend to get really restless and aggressive right before something big comes through.
Owen was sleeping on his autopsy table. Ianto was being a gentleman as always and slept on the floor of the conference room while Tosh slept peacefully on the table. Jack was staying up, as usual, watching the computer for spikes in rift activity, and Gwen was trying in vain to sleep on the sofa.
"Jack, I can't sleep." Gwen was obviously frustrated.
"It's understandable, you saw a lot today." Jack never looked away from the screen.
"I need a drink, something to relax me and make me a little drowsy." She started to get up when Jack said,
"No can do, need you to be completely sober, just in case." Jack nodded to the screen and Gwen flopped back down in a huff.
She groaned, "Well, I need to sleep don't I?"
Jack thought a moment, "I could give you a Tiranian sleeping draught."
"A what?" Gwen looked at him as if he had grown a third eye.
"A Tiranian sleeping draught. A mixture of elements extremely rare on Tirania, and very expensive, guaranteed to knock the drinker flat out and still be able to awaken easily and be fully functional." Jack explained.
"Whatever," said Gwen "I'll try anything once."
"Good philosophy, always works for me." Jack smiled and winked, then ran off and was gone for ten minuets before he returned with a small phial of clear liquid. He handed her the bottle, she took out the stopper, and downed the contents in one gulp.
"It's flavorless?" Gwen was surprised.
"Yep," Jack smiled "It's part of its appeal, completely nasty taste free."
"I think its working…" Gwen rolled over and fell asleep.
"Jack…you really shouldn't have done that. Given her random alien chemicals, who knows what they'll do to her." Owen said, he'd been laying on his stomach feigning sleep, "What was that?"
"Water, cold, pure, H2O." Jack rocked back on his heels.
"So you lied to her."
"Not lied, Hydrogen and Oxygen are rare commodities on Tirania. And they do put you out…if you're Tiranian…"
"Ah, the good old placebo effect" Owen murmured, burying his face back into his balled up lab coat.
"Yes indeed." Jack said as he sat back down, leaned back, no change on the moniter, so he indulged in a few minuets sleep.