The cheesy fifties music was blaring out throughout the hub, Tosh and Susie were dancing together, their poodle skirts flaring out. Jack laughed and clapped with the music while Owen sat there looking bored. The music stopped and the girls sat back giggling and helping themselves to sausage rolls.
"I don't see why we're celebrating" Owen said "it's not like it's a special year like 2002"
"If you actually read the Torchwood history Owen, you would know that Queen Victoria created Torchwood, so we celebrate every royal anniversary" Tosh said pouring some punch in a paper cup "besides its fun"
Owen yawned "whatever" he said
"Owen learn to have fun" Jack said nibbling on a finger sandwich "no offence girls but your costumes are wrong. Poodle skirts didn't come out till late fifties not 1952. Most clothes were still in the late forties style"
The three members rolled their eyes.
"Honestly Jack you talk as if you lived in that era" Susie said
"Maybe I did" Jack said smirking, the others snorted.
"Yeah right" Owen said.
Jack was silent, he remembered the coronation. He was there at the palace celebrating with the other Torchwood members that got invited. The next day he found a picture of Gwen, she was there on a London Street, and Rose was in the background with the Doctor. He cursed himself for missing them just by a few miles.
Gwen slowly unbuttoned her three quarter sleeved baby blue cardigan to reveal a matching knitted tank. Her blue poodle skirt was making her legs itch, she hated the bloody petticoats. Her dark hair was in a high beehive style. She couldn't wait to get in the shower and wash out all the gel out. She never wants to see her hair that high again.
Gwen had her eyes closed. She was pretending she was with Jack that he was taking her clothes off, chuckling in her ear. "Sweetheart, you're clothes are not right for 1952, it's too far in the future" he would say.
And she would say in return "well blame the Doctor, he was the one who got the dates wrong, said Elvis and got us the Queen's coronation instead"
He would say something dirty, she was positive about that. He then would have taken her to the showers, he would have probably done his hair up like the Doctor's and insist that he looked better. He would have punched that cop after the cop punched the Doctor, and he would have ridden his own scooter, with Gwen clinging on to him…probably have a race against the Doctor.
"Oh Jack" she whispered.
Everyone had gone home, and once again Jack was alone. He pulled out a picture of Gwen that he had in his little box of photos, hidden in his desk drawer.
"Oh sweetheart, oh Gwen" he whispered.