The next time Gwen and Rex woke up they'd been moved to the glass conference room in the hub. It was the room that looked out over the entire rest of the main hub area, the only place where you couldn't look into, was Jack's office. The pair had been sat in the chairs, but had slumped forward onto the big glass table since.
The pair stayed silent for just a beat longer than socially normal, before Rex couldn't take it anymore.
"What did Jack mean? … he told you a long time ago… that you'd kn-"
"I don't know" Gwen seemed to shake, she looked totally on edge despite being in the familiar glow of the Torchwood hub. She was still in her fancy evening dress, but now it was torn and tattered, her makeup blotchy, and her hair knotted. Rex's tux looked equally wrinkled and ruffled, with dark bags developing under his eyes. "I don't even know if it's day or night, Rex… That woman is just bad news, there's just something about her,"
"Yer, she's pretty fuckin' hot," Rex relaxed back in his chair, closing his eyes in tiredness and reminiscence.
Gwen slapped him.
"Rex this is serious, this is wrong, something is wrong with Jack, with that girl, with all of this…"
"You're getting paranoid now, and there's always "something wrong with Jack"!"
Gwen hit Rex again.
"C'mon, I've had enough of being drugged up, knocked unconscious, and by God I want to get out of this fucking dress!" Gwen slammed her hands against the table, making the whole room shake, and launching herself up onto her feet, ready to go storming off to give Jack a piece of her mind – her very tired, frustrated mind.
She burst open the glass door before Rex could even stand up in an attempt to contain the raging Gwen Cooper. He shouted after her, causing the two figures standing on the floor of the hub to stop their conversation.
"Gwen!" Jack seemed underprepared, and reached his hands out to try and contain Gwen from going any further.
"Jack, I couldn't stop her - "
"It's alright, Rex." Jack grabbed Gwen, with both strong hands clutching into her shoulders. "Gwen, I'll explain later -"
"No, you're explaining now, alright?!"
"GWEN! GO HOME! NOW!" Jack wasn't leaving Gwen with any choices. She grabbed the trail of her dress, swiping up her purse which had been placed on one of the desks.
"I always thought Owen was overdramatic every time he walked out of here, but tonight I'm starting to understand his point of view a lot more clearly. That guy, Hal Wright, he had everything from us, he had the SUV under a bloody spotlight! It made it look like all a huge game, like it was some part of a stupid TV show or something! And this is what it's all become hasn't it?! Just look at tonight! I'm in a ball-gown tied up in a basement, with bloody Miss. Femme Fatale over there!"
"Femme Fatale?" Jack raised an eyebrow, Gwen still stomping and pacing around, even more annoyed that Jack had chosen to interrupt her on such a small part of her story.
"Jack that's not the important bit! Aren't you listening to me while I'm storming out?!"
"Gwen, just go home, it's late, I've rang Rhys don't worry, just…. I'll see you in the morning, ok?"
Gwen walked towards Jack, making one last attempt to clear everything up, pausing to look into his eyes. They looked so old, so out of place on his still youthful face. Gwen knew she wasn't going to get anything out of Jack, and with a sigh turned away from him, finally making her way to leave the hub.
"Rex, you go too." Jack crossed his arms, and paid a quick glance up at the bemused man. Rex's head was hurting, and he was so tired, he could imagine nothing better than the comforting layers of his double bed back at home.
"I'll see you pretty girl," He nodded towards the mysterious women, knowing deep in his heart that he'd never see the girl again. Jack would make her disappear for good this time. No more Torchwood for her. Rex made his way towards the giant sliding door of the hub, and he and Gwen took the stairs up to the top together.
