TW Picspam #8 - They Keep Killing Suzie
Help Meeeeeeeee...sorry, wrong story.
Y'all remember Suzie?
Y'all remember Torchwood? They're here for the rumble.
Y'all remember Jack and the Innuendo Squad?
Jack, the Squad, and one Detective Swanson discover that someone isn't completely happy with Torchwood.
Even better, the perp seems to have Retcon in his blood. Y'all remember Retcon?
Gwen's taken Retcon. Y'all remember Gwen taking Retcon?
Ianto does freaky math stuff in his head. This comes up again in a few weeks.
Owen is unable to tell his blow dryer from his egg beater.
The Tin Man wants his right hand back, thank you.
Ianto names the glove "The Risen Mitten." Gwen: Eyeroll.
Jack enjoys that glove a leeeeetle too much.
Gwen uses the glove to make ex-Alex not so ex anymore.
She needn't have bothered.
Power corrupts.
Owen isn't too impressed with Ianto's love of fine timepieces.
Like Ianto cares.
Gwen brings Mark back. Mark is so sweet - I wish they'd been able to keep him alive.
Wait, did you say SUZIE?
Ianto has a VERY fine timepiece and he's not afraid to use it.
Nothing important here, I just like the blocking with Jack separated from the rest of the group by the door frame.
Flashlights make me happy.
Y'all remember how Suzie was a laugh a minute? Or no point two seconds?
Jack says that Emily Dickinson was a poet, in case we don't know it. But his feet know it - they're Longfellows.
Now that we've pawed over her stuff, how about we bring her back?
I love a room with a view.
Suziecicle!
Damn NASDAQ.
Gwen just "being herself" isn't enough to bring Suzie back.
Awww, they're letting Ianto name the other pet.
Jack decides to take a stab at it.
Suzie says there's a knife sticking out of her chest. Keen grasp of the obvious, that Suzie.
"She's not QUITE dead."
Everyone who could've lived without this camera angle, raise your hand.
Suzie seems to be "stuck" in life. Gwen seems to be stuck to her paperwork.
Ianto's gonna kill them when he finds out they don't use coasters in the interrogation room.
Owen sleeps with his co-workers, but he is NOT a necrophililac. 'Cause that would be weird.
Tosh thinks her job has a bit less honor because of Suzie. A BIT less???
Jack has boogie shoes!
"Gwen! Look behind you!" Suzie displays her love of panto.
Y'all remember Max? The guy not-ex-Alex talked about?
Nice cup of coffee moment between two women. One's DEAD, but we won't hold that against her.
Jack and Gwen are both responsible, but only Jack can be responsible in 3-D.
Owen has found a way to hypnotize Ianto with the CCTV screen.
"Dear Thelma..."
"Is that a gun in your pocket, Jack, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Is that a flashlight in your pocket, Ianto, or are you just happy to see me?"
Max could not stop for death. ETA: I got the title wrong, too. I'm a crap fact checker. Say that three times, quickly.
On the road again...
Jack is wasting Detective Swanson's time.
Police schadenfreude.
Being locked in gives Tosh a headache.
Something is coming in the darkness. Y'all remember that, okay?
Detective Swanson's Poetry Slam!
"How long before I can relax my jaw?
Detective Swanson gives Torchwood "priority," whatever that means. Goodbye, Detective Swanson - we like you.
Suzie's gunshot wound seems to be contagious.
Not quite the reunion we'd been led to expect.
Too bad Gwen can't get to a hospital and have that wound seen to.
Some pretty reckless driving ensues.
Gwen's eyes are very creepy here. Eek.
Suzie will do anything to stay alive. Which is interesting, given that she'd killed herself in the first place.
The ferry entrance is guarded by yellow wig stands.
Owen thinks the SUV could use a sunroof.
Dead people are supposed to be laid out on a bier, not a pier.
Awww, Jack is all concerned. Bless.
I love whoever decided that Owen would be too distraught to answer unless given a direct command.
The last thing left of Gwen Cooper? Not even close, Suzie.
Shooting! Spinning!
"I've fallen and I can't get up!"
I hope Owen's got the safety on his gun.
Suzie can quote Whitman with six gunshot holes run through her. She really IS good.
Meanwhile, back at the Hub, Tosh and Ianto learn to disco.
Suzie puts the Curse of the Random Thingy In the Darkness on Jack.
Bye-bye Glove.
Owen is so grateful to have Gwen back that he's going to be really, really good to her from now on. Or, you know, not.
See? He's totally sweet here. No way would he...well, you get it.
Another day, another dead employee.
Gwen's looking pretty cute for someone who was a corpse three minutes ago. And she is totally checking Jack out in this shot.
Not that he isn't doing the same to her.
But the door closes on that relationship. WE GET IT.
The Torchwood Funeral Home may need some new digs at this rate.
"I still have this completely random and meaningless prop."
"Why should I care about this completely random and meaningless prop?"
"Lots of fangirls will get ideas about this completely random and meaningless prop."
"Sounds like fun."
"I bet the first slash story will be posted in...ten."
"Wait, you're going to put your what up my where?"
"Do I really have to spell it out to you? I'm on top. Period."
"Don't forget, sir - fanfic writers like to have us come in pairs."
"Make that...five."
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