To suggest that Gwen Cooper was a mess would be something of an understatement. The past day has seen her leave her new bed only for the necessities: Loo, coffee, projector. She's got the last set up on her bedside table throwing familiar people and places up on the far wall, and Gwen's perched on her mattress, knees drawn to her chest, wide eyes ( Read more... )

( Canon puncture ahoy! )

( Five Things )

[Continued from here, for loading and possible smuttiness.]It dimly occurs to Gwen that they're in a public gathering place, that children could happen by, but she's not sure what to do about that because she's quite certain she'd rather Jack didn't stop. In fact, she's of the mind that she's never been screwed against a wall before but that today ( Read more... )

101 - Gwen "infiltrates" Torchwood with her brilliant pizza delivery disguise.
102 - All the right curves in all the right places.
102 - "You people and your quaint little categories."
102 - "Strictly speaking, throttling the staff is my job."
102 - "Have I got something on my face...?"
102 - "Be normal. For me."
102 - "Thank you."
103 - Jack ( Read more... )