So I was listening to some really depressing music yesterday and typed up a chapter two that was quite dark and a bit depressing completely subconsciously. It was only when I was reading through it that I realised I had classed this under humour and probably needed to make it a bit more light hearted so I re-wrote it. However if anyone wants the 'alternative' chapter feel free to ask in a review! (It involves almost rape, Jack attacking man in defense of Gwen etc...)

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Gwen laughed as the man finished a particularly funny story involving an empty office, a photocopier and an untimely arrival of his boss. It was nice to be able to just relax and not think about work or her impending wedding.

"So I realise I haven't exactly introduced myself yet," the man said stretching out a hand, "my name's Terry."

"Gwen," she replied shaking his hand and smiling slightly as he held on for a little too long.

"So what happened today that made you come in here practically begging for a drink?" He asked curiously.

"Oh trust me, you don't even want to know," Gwen sighed thinking back on her stupid emotional baggage that she couldn't help but lug around with her.

"No come on, try me," he said smiling encouragingly at her but then seeing her miserable expression he tactfully changed the subject saying, "or we could just chat about another humiliating thing I did at work the other day?"

Thankfully Gwen took a long gulp of her refill which he had kindly paid for and nodded.

Jack was getting impatient. He had searched at least five pubs, wandering around the dismal streets of Cardiff at nearly midnight looking for a potentially intoxicated employee was not something he had thought was in his job description. But then again with a job like Torchwood who wouldn't want to go out and get completely hammered once in a while? Besides it's Gwen.

Seeing the name of the next pub he giggled slightly, yes he might have stopped off in a couple or five of the five pubs he had searched for a drink – no harm done, and walked swiftly towards it looking forward to the welcoming warmth. Pushing open the door he looked around scanning the room for Gwen but he didn't see her and so made his way to the bar. It was at that point that a small group standing at a point by the bar shifted and he could see the people sitting behind them.

He recognised Gwen instantly, her dark hair shining in the dim lighting and he could even hear her familiar laugh from here. Wait, laugh? What was she laughing about? She couldn't be so drunk that she was already talking to herself.

Here we go, Captain Jack to the rescue clearing up after his alcoholic associates.

He was within hearing distance of Gwen when he realised with a jolt that she was talking to the man sitting next to her. He studied the man's back frowning when he realised it definitely wasn't Rhys, Owen or Ianto. Well, what other men did Gwen know? Whilst watching a feeling of horror overcame him as the man turned slightly towards Gwen whispering something in her ear and a slight pink tinge suffused in her cheeks.

Okay, what the hell was going on?

The man brushed his lips gently against her ear making his way down her cheek and heading in the general vicinity of her lips.

He saw red. Really he had no idea what he was doing; he just knew that this…man was not going to be kissing Gwen.

Striding forwards he grabbed the guy's shoulder and drawing him around to face him in one swift movement he curled up his fist and gave him a solid punch feeling the satisfying crunch of bone cartilage breaking. The guy fell to the floor with a cry as Jack smiled triumphantly. Brushing his hands in victory he glared at the fallen body and then turning to the gob smacked crowd he said, "it's alright, don't worry that's all I was looking for."

Feeling extremely satisfied with himself he turned to Gwen at last expecting some praise at least. However, he was greeted with her horrified expression and the unexpected question, "what the hell Jack?!"

After the both of them had been thrown out of the pub, even after Gwen protesting that she didn't know Jack while Jack continued to chat to her, they walked slowly down the street each oblivious to the other's feelings.

"What were you even thinking?" She almost yelled at him restrained only by the wish not to draw too much attention themselves in the deserted streets.

"I was thinking that you shouldn't be kissing strange men in bars," Jack replied defensively, "plus he looked a bit sleazy."

"He was perfectly nice! And you're not my fucking dad! I can look after myself okay?"

Jack sighed realising he may have been a little hasty. He voiced this thought without really thinking and instantly discovered that this may not be the best thing to say to an already annoyed friend.

"A little hasty?! Are you joking? You fucking punched him out! I didn't even know his last name, how am I going to apologise?"

"You don't need to apologise Gwen, he was a guy you met in a bar who you almost kissed so really no damage done."

There was a silence as both of them regained their composure and then Gwen said, "Why were you looking for me anyway?"

Jack shrugged uncomfortably and settled with saying, "I just thought you were going to do something stupid…which you almost did."

Gwen hit him lightly and said, "Hey," almost softly before muttering, "Thanks though, I guess I was just freaking out a little at the whole marriage thing, you know not being able to ever be with someone else…" she trailed off after realising that this could be horribly misconstrued.

"But you've only been with Rhys for ages," Jack stopped abruptly as he remembered the whole Owen thing and there was an awkward silence as he wondered whether he had put his foot in it and Gwen promptly turned an interesting shade of red.

"Look I'm not going to deny that that was a horrible huge bad mistake, but it's over so I just kind of want to forget it," Gwen said hurriedly.

Jack nodded, "oh of course sorry I brought it up."

They continued walking in a comfortable silence aimlessly until both realised that their feet had brought them back to the entrance to the Hub without even thinking about it.

Gwen laughed shortly, "You know what's weird Jack?" She turned to look him straight in the eyes, "I tend to think of this place more as home than my flat with Rhys."

Jack blinked at the sudden comment and said, "yeah well I think the whole team feels like that, we all spend most our time here I suppose."

He ducked inside the entrance to the tourist shop leaving Gwen to say her last comment to the empty air, "but I'm supposed to feel at home with Rhys, so why do I feel more at home with you?"

Gwen spent the next week almost in a sort of daze, all she could think of was plans for the wedding, what she was going to wear, the seating plan, what band there should be, had she invited too many people, had she invited enough? The questions never ended and her performance at her job was starting to suffer because of her endless worrying.

"Go home Gwen, I've told you countless times you can take the next week off!" Jack almost shouted at her.

Their encounter the previous week had not been forgotten by either party and Gwen was starting to think/hope that maybe Jack had come looking for her for an entirely different reason and maybe there was another reason he had decided to punch that guy out.

"No way, I need this Jack," Gwen replied tired of having this argument again, "this is the only thing that's keeping me sane from all the planning!"

Jack sighed, it was really a selfish reason why he wanted Gwen to go home and that was mostly because he couldn't really handle watching her as the date of her binding to Rhys grew closer. Usually he wouldn't have interfered but really Gwen didn't seem…happy. Not happy like brides-to-be should be.

And he only wanted Gwen to be happy.

He was starting to wish he hadn't over heard her comment the other week after she had thought he had gone beyond hearing distance.

But I'm supposed to feel at home with Rhys, so why do I feel more at home with you?

Jack shrugged secretly happy that Gwen wanted to stay at work and turning his back on her allowed a broad grin to cover his face which he hastily smoothed away as Tosh looked at him curiously.

Hastily he made his way to his office, god he needed a drink.

Okay so I have a problem where I have a tendency to draw out the plot to be a lot longer than it needs to be. Basically I only intended for this to be like three chapters long but at the rate it's going it's probably going to be a bit longer because I still have a few ideas.

So reviews incite quicker updates!