As soon as she had entered the HUB, Gwen knew that she needed rest. The physical and emotion strain of the evening had been enough to drag her down. Coffee. Ianto would make coffee. She stopped short, just in front of the HUB door. No. Ianto isn't here. He's laid up in a hospital bed, unconscious, with Jack. She sighed, trudging through the door and over to the couch, only to see someone else there?
"Martha?" Gwen drew her gun. As much as she liked the doctor, she was still UNIT, and right now, UNIT was not to be trusted.
"Gwen, thank god you're alright." Her eyes caught sight of the gun in the Welshwoman's hands, and she let out a sad sigh. "You know it's me Gwen."
"Yea, and you're UNIT. I've had enough of your kind for a lifetime. Isn't it enough that you kidnapped innocent creatures to torcher them, kidnapped Ianto and torchered him, and then put three of my team in the hospital, two nearly dead. Couldn't you leave it at that." An edge of hysteria had creapt into her voice the more she spoke.
"Oh, god, believe me, I had no idea it was as bad as that. It does explain why they sent me here." Now Gwen was really upset., She wasn't visiting, she had been sent, by UNIT. Probably to steal back Glib and Fall, and whatever else she could get her hands on. Gwen trained her gun at the woman's head.
" Tell my why you're here, and why I shouldn't kick you out or kill you." The anger and exhaustion and sadness had seeped into her words, and Martha could see that this whole ordeal had taken it's toll.
"Because I work for The Doctor's ideals before UNIT's. Because UNIT sent me here to make peace with you guys. Because you can trust me." Gwen sighed, lowering her gun and sagging onto the couch in defeat. Martha had a point, and frankly, Gwen was too tired to fight.
"Fine. Just know that Owen is still out there, and Tosh was only wounded." Martha stiffened.
"I must have missed something. How is Owen still alive. I mean, he was dead. I saw him die." Gwen snorted with laughter. She had forgotten about all that. Owen was still around all the time, it was nearly easy to forget.
"The Risen Mitten." Gwen laughed again. Ianto had named it, like so many other alien devises. It helped him in the Archives, sure, but it also made it so much easier for the team to find things. "Jack used it to resurrect Owen for a few questions, and for us to say goodbye. He was only supposed to be back for a few minuets. But Jack never half-asses anything. He brought him back for good." Martha leaned back, absorbing this.
"So he's ok? Alive and well and everything?" Gwen shook her head.
"More like un-dead. His body still functions, it moves and responds to his mind. He can still talk, and he isn't rotting. But bodily functions don't exist. He has no blood flow, his heart isn't pumping, his lungs aren't moving. He is physically dead, but he's still alive." Gwen shrugged. "We don't know how it works, but we are all glad that it does. Well everyone but him." Martha nodded.
"So is he at the hospital or-"
"No, He took Tosh to his place to take care of her. Your friends really did a number on her leg. She won't be able to walk for quite a while." Martha grimaced, and stood.
"Wait, if Tosh and Owen are at home, and you're here. You didn't get any new members?" The Welshwoman shook her head.
"But Jack, he can't-and, Oh no, Ianto!" Gwen nodded, watching sympathetically as the woman worked through what had happened.
"We should be there, trying everything, working on helping." Gwen put her hand on Martha's arm.
"There is nothing we can do but wait. My husband is at the hospital watching over them, just in case they wake up. I came back here to check on Glib and Fall and hold the fort while the others were out of action." Martha sighed.
"Well you need sleep. No offense but you look horrible." Gwen just laughed.
"Probably. Would you mind handing me that blanket over there? I'll just catch a nap here." Martha shook her head.
"Doesn't Jack have a bunker here or something?" Gwen just giggled.
"I don't think I could sleep in the same place that Jack and Ianto had had sex." Martha laughed herself.
"Do you honestly think that they haven't dabbled on the couch?" Gwen pulled a face, looking down in disgust at the couch.
"Maybe I should just go sleep in the cells." Martha laughed again.
"I honestly doubt, knowing Jack's reputation, that any part of this HUB is safe." Gwen groaned, snatching the blanket from Martha and flopping back onto the couch. She laid down, rolling up in the blanket and facing the back of the couch.
"I'm taking a very hot shower in a few hours." Martha chuckled.
"Night Gwen. I'll let you know if anything happens." There was a muffled grunt from Gwen, and then the sound of soft snoring. Leaving the medic to herself.