Hi. Oh my god. I am so sorry. It's been like, six months.
This chapter is really short because it's been so long since I wrote chapter three that I've kind of forgotten the flow of the story. Hopefully I can get back into it.
Thank you guys so much for all your lovely reviews, I really don't deserve them.
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Jack's eyes fluttered open. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up in the early hours of the morning, these days.
Gwen was in his arms, her head resting on his chest, slowly moving up and down with his breathing.
Her cheeks were glistening; she'd been crying. She must be a silent crier, Jack mused sadly, for it to not have woken him up.
There was something about this Welsh girl that confused him. He felt himself inexplicably attached to her-he had since the moment he saw her, all that time ago, in that rainy murder scene.
Thinking back on his life, Jack realised he'd never really had a committed relationship. He'd never felt the need for one, not even with Ianto.
But with Gwen..the idea of having stability with her, only having her...it didn't scare him as much as it did when he pictured it with other people.
His contented mood was crushed at his next thought, however.
If he told Gwen how he was feeling, there was no way she'd take him seriously. There was no way anyone would take him seriously. Because they were so used to this flirty, non-committed Jack, if he let slip he wanted a proper relationship-with Gwen of all people, the engaged one-they'd just laugh, and continue on with their day. Fuck, even Jack was having a hard time coming to terms with this, and he knew himself better than anyone. Maybe that was the problem.
He felt rather overwhelmed by all of this, and gently rolled over, making sure not to wake up Gwen. Despite his tough manliness (or so he liked to think); he felt like he'd burst into tears if her saw Gwen's beautiful face. Maybe he should have sent her home, he thought miserably.
Gwen slowly drifted into consciousness.
She lay there peacefully for a few moments, not remembering the events of the last day or so.
Suddenly, like a weight dropping onto her brain, every detail came rushing back.
Her eyes started prickling as she thought of Rhys. They started streaming when she thought of Jack and what had happened between them earlier. They hadn't kissed or done anything; but she still felt like she didn't deserve to exist after thinking about another man in the way she'd thought about Jack.
Oh God, she suddenly thought. What about Ianto?
She knew Jack and Ianto had a 'thing'. But they'd never really confirmed anything. Would Ianto be hurt about her and Jack's... chemistry? Ianto put up with Jack hooking up and flirting with hundreds of other people/aliens. But so close to home...after Owen told her about Ianto shooting him, Gwen knew she didn't want to get on his bad side.
oh god I'm sorry that was so short
