Spoiler alert: They Keep Killing Suzie
Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
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By action Jack meant bringing back Suzie. He decided to let Gwen do it. By now they should be prepared for anything.
Of course they weren't, of course something unexpected happened. Suzie was stuck on this side, and just the thought of her being stranded like this forever made him want to go down there and shoot her. Gwen must have seen that when she looked at him. Otherwise she wouldn't have done what she did. She would've tried to debate, and convince him, but she had seen death in his eyes. And now she was driving to meet her own death, and there was nothing he could do about it. Damned Suzie and her brilliant planning, she was too good at everything, why couldn't she be good at people, good with people. She poured on him that act of self pity and he missed the opportunity to shoot her right there and then.
"I've got reception, sir," said Ianto suddenly, saving the day.
"How did you do that," asked Jack with disbelief. "We're sealed off"
"Just used the water tower as a relay," answered Ianto, like it was a simple thing to do.
Jack was impressed.
"Nice work Ianto," he said with a smile. "But who the hell do we phone?"
That question uncovered alarming fact that none of them had anyone to call, not without loads of explaining. They needed Gwen back, she would surely had loads people she could call. He remembered that policewoman from this morning, she gave him a card. Fortunately she was willing to help them after she was done with all the teasing. That was uncomfortable but bearable.
Unbearable was killing Suzie; it was just over the top, her laughing, her gloating, and her putting the blame on him; like he hadn't had enough of that. Perhaps the worst part was that she believed that she'd absorbed the uniqueness of Gwen, that she had consumed her soul. That got him over the edge. He'd hesitated before, it was hard to look at that face alive and moving, and not to think about the good things she had done before. But that moment of pure triumph, when she'd thought that she had thought of everything and that she has taken something that made Gwen better than her, then he could clearly see that she wasn't the women he admired in the past. That woman might have not even existed; maybe it was all a show of the people she consumed. Killing was terrible, but death came as a relief. The sound of Gwen gasping made feeling even better. He'd traded Suzie for Gwen, this time on purpose. The weight of that decision was heavy on his shoulders. It was the right thing to do, but he didn't like it. He hated to be the one that decides on life and death, when he can't die himself. It didn't seem fair.
On the way back Owen held Gwen, he didn't let go. Beside them lay the dead Suzie. When they arrived Owen took Gwen inside, but Jack couldn't go after them. Ianto looked at him, and once again knew what he needed. He took Suzie's body and left him alone standing. He went out to watch the blue sky, and the sun. But that wasn't enough. He went inside; there were people he trusted.