Right, I guess an explaination is needed. Well, thing is my computer doesn't seem to like Fan . Sometimes it will let me on it and then for the rest of the time it won't. Ive tried everything under the sun to get this site back up on my computer and now for the first time in AGES, it has worked. So, for those of you who are still with this story from the beginning or to the readers new to this one, I hope I don't dissapoint.
It had not taken long for Gwen to find herself amongst the hustle and bustle of Cardiff's night life. Weaving between the couples and the lonely figures of the street, she had finally found herself amongst the teenagers and the valley girls which plagued the bars and nightclubs during the dark nights. All around her she witnessed girls in small skirts puffing on cigarettes, gracefully ignited by dumb witted young men with wild libidos hanging on their shoulders. As she observed the drunken antics of those around her, she felt the wine she had drunk earlier drying quickly on her lips. She needed something stronger, she needed something to take away the awful feelings that were flowing through her system. She dipped into the inside pocket of Ianto's suit jacket and smiled when she found his wallet, a few crisp twenty pound notes dwelling in the leather casing. With her sights locked onto the pub in front of her, she weaved her way through the late night traffic and into the loud and vibrant environment that called to her through the night.
She was pleased to find the bar was relatively empty; the publicans either busy with the pool table, the sports on the television or by the warmth of the beer garden, offering comfort for the smokers in the harsh cold night air. Finding herself a bar stool, Gwen placed herself firmly on the seat and order a pint, followed by a double whiskey. At this point, Gwen was not thinking logically; all she wanted was the pain of rejections and humiliation to be taken away from her. What if it meant Ianto would be a bit short for the month? She tried not to think about Ianto and the way he and Jack had so easily fitted together, despite everything that had happened but there they were, playing continously in her mind. Downing the drinks in front of her, she reached into her jacket pocket to withdraw Ianto's wallet when the barman placed another double whiskey in front of her.
'From the lady over there,' the barman said, pointing across to a young blonde sitting across the bar from Gwen. Her hair cascaded in long waves, resting gently on her firm chest which was accentuated by her low cut top. Her long legs were encased in silk tights and not much was left to the imagination when Gwen caught the short length of the black skirt hugging her hips tightly. 'I'd say you're in there, pal.' The barman gave a wheezy laugh before turning his attention to the group of students by the pool table who decided kicking the table was much better than playing on it.
Maybe it was just the alcohol swimming through her blood stream mixed with the adrenaline that caused Gwen to look the young woman over more than once, but then working for Torchwood had definitely opened her mind to new and exciting possibilities. She remembered snogging Carys down in the cells on her first day and, shamed though she felt about it afterwards and the encounter becoming number one on the things not to tell her mum, it hadn't felt wrong. It had felt exciting, new and if there hadn't have been a sex crazed alien controlling Carys, she wondered how far she would have actually gone.
Gwen watched as the young woman gave her a small wave and fluttered her eyelids, almost beckoning Gwen to come sit with her and continue their drinks together. It seemed only fair to at least go over and thank her for the drink, maybe let her down gently and...then what, tell her she was actually a woman in a man's body and was really only looking to get pissed and miserable on her own whilst trying to forget the events of the day? Somehow she didn't think this woman was drunk enough yet to accept such a tale and so Gwen simply decided to raise her glass to the young woman and thank her quietly, before turning her gaze back to the bar, hoping to wallow in her own self-pity for just a little longer.
'You know usually if someone buys you a drink, its common courtesy to buy them one in return.' Gwen couldn't help but jump slightly at the sudden presence of the young woman at her shoulder. It was as if she had glided from her seat to rest at her side, the clinking of the ice in her empty glass only now registering with Gwen's hearing. Now that she was closer, Gwen took time to examine this strangers face and to be taken aback by the striking features in front of her. Blue eyes pierced through the soft and slightly tanned skin, framed perfectly by her long eyelashes poking out from behind the fringe of her hair. Her small nose powdered delicately, resting above her pert red ruby lips which completed the striking ensemble and made Gwen appreciate even more this woman's amazing beauty. Downing the last of her whiskey, a wicked and dark thought crossed her mind; maybe this girl would be just the thing she needed for her revenge to take shape.
An hour later and after many calls from Rhys, all of them declined within a second, it was fair to say that Gwen was feeling ever so slightly tipsy. Initially she had tried to blame the fact on Ianto's body not being able to take the alcohol, but the memory of helping a paralytic Owen into a taxi after he had challenged Ianto at a drinking match came flooding to the front of her mind. She remembered the leaning tower of shot glasses the boys had accumulated, the struggle of getting Owen away from the bar on both legs and of Ianto helping him into a taxi and then turning to Gwen and Toshiko, asking whether they felt like a night cap. Yes, this Welshman could take his drink. Bugger, one more thing Ianto Jones could do better than Gwen Cooper.
'So, what are you trying to forget?' The sound of the young woman's voice, her name eluding Gwen even after the hour they had spent together. She wanted to say Rita, but that might have been because the sound of the Beatles now rang out from the speakers. 'Or, should I be asking who you are you trying to forget?' Those piercing eyes for a moment took away all the hurt and the sorrow the day had created for Gwen. She noticed that she was staring and she just didn't care. An hour ago, this woman would have been a simple fool around, nothing more. But now, she was looking more appetising.
'Let's just say it hasn't been the best of days.' She reached out for her glass, only to find it empty. The bar had now become increasingly active and Gwen sighed as she watched the lone barman struggle with a band of students all asking for cocktails.
'You know, this might seem a little forward,' the young woman started, placing her hand on top of Gwen's. The spark that passed through them was enough for Ianto's body to react and Gwen found herself in the worst of situations as her trousers began to grow tighter. 'But, seeing as we're unlikely to get served anytime soon, maybe you fancy a night cap at mine?' She peered out from behind her thick eyelashes for just a second, before ducking her head and gazing away from Gwen. 'Or, you know, you don't have to. Just an idea.'
Gwen's head began to swim and she couldn't deny it anymore; this woman was gorgeous and yes, she felt attracted to her. Bloody Torchwood, she thought quietly to herself. Gwen reached out and drew the woman's face to her, capturing her lips with a swift and accurate movement. The young woman didn't respond at first, making Gwen worried that maybe she had read this situation all wrong, but then the soft stroking of her tongue against Gwen's lips, begging for entrance to her mouth quickly silenced those concerns. Opening her mouth, Gwen let this woman taste her and as the noise of the bar melted away, Gwen took hold of the woman's shoulders and pulled her in closer, wanting and needing to feel her. Ianto's body began to react further, the ache in Gwen's trousers was growing more uncomfortable but not strange. She felt the hand of the young woman weave around her neck, dragging her closer, both now needing one another in the darkness of the bar. Soon, the compulsory need for air separated them both, leaving each other both weak and yet so alive.
'I'm going to assume that's a yes,' the woman chuckled as she rested her head on Gwen's, wrapping Ianto's tie around her fingers, tugging ever so slightly. It was the only momentum Gwen needed to be out of her seat and out of the bar, the cold night air cutting through both of them. Gwen quickly spotted the woman trembling with cold and was quick to remove her jacket and drape it across her shoulders. Where had she got that idea from? Her brain quickly placed that question into the 'not now' section and she took the woman's hand and walked down the street, the stars above them for once staying perfectly in place.
The air was full of him, full of the man who would help him get into Torchwood. The pheromones and hormones were clinging desperately to the air. It was almost overpowering, but it couldn't let go now. It was so close, so close to revenge.
The other man had been wrong, it knew the moment it had stopped him. But it had to kill him, it would give it away and then it would be dead. Revenge would turn cold and die with it. That could not happen.
All it could do was watch. The man needed to be alone and then it would have him. He was wrong about the other, but it knew this time it had found him. All it had to do was wait, wait for the man to be alone.
This man would take it to Torchwood.
This man would take it to its partner.
This man would take it to Captain Jack Harkness.