Chapter 3.
Gwen broke down into tears sat alone in her car. Sobs forcing themselves unwillingly from her throat and the tears unable to stop. All the stresses of hers and Rhys's arguments, the complications in her life and Rhys leaving her for someone else all spilling out in her cries.
After a while she slowly took a few deep breaths, when she eventually calmed herself down, she swallowed down her sobs and her tears, wiping her face dry and got out the car, walking up to her flat.
"Hello…?" she called through, checking if she was alone.
Once satisfied, she sighed and walked into the kitchen, took out a black bin liner from the drawer and started walking around the flat, putting Rhys's belongings into the bag.
Jack, who was still in the Hub swinging on his chair, looked at his watch and stood up. There didn't seem like there'd be any rift activity that day, so he sent Ianto home and walked out, thinking about Gwen, and he looked out across the bay.
Once Gwen had cleared out all of Rhys's things, she opened the window and threw the bag out of it for him to get if he ever came back. She slammed the window shut again and closed her eyes, resting her head on the cold glass. She took her phone out of her pocket and, without even looking, dialled Jack's number and put the phone to her ear.
Jack, having left his earpiece in the Hub, glanced at his phone, seeing Gwen's name flashing and he accepted the call. "Gwen?" he said, surprised she'd decided to call him rather than come back and talk face to face as she usually would've done.
"Jack… could you come round…? I really don't want to be on my own now…" she asked, tears evident in her voice.
"Yeah. I'll be on my way. Just.. Stay where you are, alright?" he told her. He put the phone back in his pocket, running back to the Tourist Information Centre, grabbed his car keys and ran back out to the SUV, getting in and driving to Gwen's flat, trying to get there as quickly as the speed limit would allow him. He pulled up outside and jumped out, locking up and walked up to the door, pressing the buzzer.
Gweb, who had watched him pull up outside, walked over to the door, pressing the button for the speaker phone by the door. "Door's open…" she said quietly,, opening her door and walking over to the living room and sitting down on the sofa, staring into space.
Jack opened the door to enter the block and closed it behind him. He walked up the stairs . He knew which one was Gwen's straight away. It was the only one with the door open. He entered the flat. he walked inside and quietly closed that door. He spotted her sitting down and walked over to her and sat next to her. "You okay?" he asked, softly, taking her hand gently in his.
She shook her head. "Not really…" she admitted, leaning against him.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.
She turned toward him and the floodgates opened.
He stroked her hair softly as he held her. "Shh…" he said gently.
She clung to him, buriying her head into his chest, the stress and the pain of the last few days taking its toll and coming out of her in a huge wave of emotion.
He carried on stroking her hair as he held her to him.
It took her a good half hour for the tears to stop, and she stayed in his arms as she eventually ca;med herself down. "Sorry… I got your shirt wet…" she said as she pulled away a little, even managing a small laugh.
He laughed softly. "It's okay. At least it made you laugh."
She smiled. She felt happy here in his arms, felt complete. This confused her slightly, she used to get these feelings when she first met Rhys, way before she started Torchwood, way before she joined the police force. Before she met Jack or even heard of the name.
He smiled slightly at her.
She gazed into his eyes, which stil held that natural doe-eyed look about them, and he looked into her eyes.
She shuffled a little closer, closing the already miniscule gap between their bodies.
He smiled at her, keeping her close to him.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her smile growing a little.
"You okay now?" he asked.
"Yeah… but I still don't want you to go."
"I'm not going anywhere." he told her gently.
She leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling.
He looked at her. "Was that supposed to be my mouth or my cheek?" he asked.
"I don't know…" she shrugged, blushing slightly.
He smiled and leaned in kissing her on the fore head.
She smiled slightly and closed her eyes.
He held her closer still tightening his hold on her a little.
She eventually fell asleep against him as they talked about hers and his past.
He smiled and stroked her back as she slept.
She sighed softly in her sleep and whispered something inaudible, moving a little.
Jack watched her as she slept, she looked so innocent and peaceful with no worries plaguing her mind. He stroked her cheek softly, staying there with her for an hour.
Her head moved a little and her eyes flickered open.
He looked down at her, rocking her gently.
She smiled softly. "How long was I asleep?" she asked groggily, uncurling herself, stretching out her limbs.
"Just an hour." he said smiling back and released his hold a little so she could move.
She reached up her hand to his cheek. "This… being here… with you… It's nice."
He nodded in agreement. "So… Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good." he nodded.
She looked out of the window.
"Should I go?" he looked at her.
"It's up to you." she said, looking back at him.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked, making sure he made eye contact.
She shook her head. "But if you want to go, I won't stop you." she said quietly.
"I won't go if you don't want me to." he said as he hugged her close once more.
She hugged back tightly.
He ran his hfingers through her hair.
She looked up at him, their noses almost touching.
He smiled at her, closing the gap and softly pressed his lips to hers and pulled back.
She bit her lip, smiling a little, a pink blush creeping to her cheeks. She then leaned forward and kissed him softly.
He smiled against her lips and kissed back.
She reached up threading her fingers through his hair.
He deepened the kiss.
She allowed him to deepen the kiss, lightly pressing her body against his.