Title: Tears of the Weevil

Rating: PG-13 (mature theme)

Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, the characters or anything related to the show.

"You honestly expect me to believe you." Emmerich frowned, her brow creasing beneath her long blonde hair.
"You can if you want." Gwen shrugged, her eyes still bloodshot and her cheeks stained from crying. "What you can believe is I've had the shittest day. My old colleague Andy accused me of turning my back on the force and tried to arrest me and to top it off I've just found out that I killed myself." Emmerich looked baffled by the statement as Gwen collapsed in to a chair in front of her desk.

"I'm not the Gwen you know." She looked darkly in to her eyes, all traces of weakness gone. "I was abducted from two thousand and seven, brought here and lied to for weeks. Well I'm sick of it. I've only been in Torchwood six months and I sure as hell don't want to be the next one who dies." Emmerich looked thoughtful as she took in the appearance of the dishevelled woman.

"Welcome aboard. If you go with Franklin he'll give you a tour and get you fitted up for a uniform." She smiled warmly as Agent Franklin led the troubled woman out of the office.

"Do you trust her?" Agent Romney, the man whose arm Owen broke, stepped from the back of the office and addressed her. "It could be a ploy." Emmerich shrugged and ran a hand through her hair.

"We'll see."

Gwen followed the agent around the building Torchwood had earlier broken in to and listened silently as he explained where everything was. She nodded every so often until they arrived back at Emmerich's office. "Gwen." She smiled, Romney gone from the room. "I'm guessing your not staying with Owen. We'll get you an apartment as soon as we can. For now you can stay with me." Gwen nodded, not taking her eyes off the floor.

"You're quiet." Emmerich pointed out as she handed her a glass of wine. Gwen took it thankfully and sipped it before sighing.

"There's nothing to say really, I've lost three years of my life, Rhys has his own family and I'm alone." The other woman looked further convinced by her feeling for Rhys. "Before Owen brought me here Rhys and I were in love, now he's gone."

"You'll get through it. You're back on track" Emmerich grinned as Gwen continued to look away from her. "Working with me again. We can bring down Torchwood this time."

Gwen's eyes widened as she took in her words. "What do you mean again?"

"You started working for me three months before you died. You came to me and promised to help bring down Torchwood. How do you think we caught Toshiko Sato? You told us where she'd be. She was the only one who could give us the access codes we needed." Emmerich placed a reassuring hand on the other woman's shoulder. "They told me you'd killed yourself, I never believed them. I mean what would they have done if Toshiko had been lucid enough to tell them who lured her to us? I won't let them hurt you again…more wine?" She went off to the kitchen to fetch the bottle, leaving Gwen alone to contemplate the situation.

She was trying desperately not to believe her, but how could she be sure? She'd never imagine betraying Jack and the others but she'd never imagine she could kill herself either; and yet she had done one or the other. Had she been the cause for Toshiko's torture? Did she betray the people she was supposed to love? Her fiancé and her own daughter? Had they killed her for it? Her mind was full of unanswered questions and no way to get her answers. Toshiko was dead, so she could not ask what had led to her capture, and if she asked Lacey or Owen and they suspected she knew what had happened would they kill her too?