Torchwood fic for redismycolour, day 17
Jan. 17th, 2009 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
songspinnerTitle: Come the Dawn
Summary: With the dawn, several connections are remade.
Pairings: Gwen, Jack/Ianto teamfic
Spoilers: 2.13 - "Exit Wounds"
Author's Notes: 200 words written for day 17 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
redismycolour...Gwen asked for my attention in this one, which is odd for me, but the boys are there to help.
Disclaimer: The team and their world belong to the BBC. Really.
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The emergency sirens were down to perhaps two or three an hour now. Gwen found herself trudging back across the Plas to the Hub around five in the morning, Andy having finally overrode her orders to send her home. For some reason, she let him and then she called Rhys to come and pick her up. He was on his way home as well, and said he'd get her once she'd checked with with the others.
Wind's picked up a fair amount now...it'll be dawn soon. A rough, buzzing noise interrupted her exhausted attempts at thought... she glanced up in time to see the streetlights finally go on around the Plas after two days, snowflakes glowing on their way to the ash-covered ground. I want both of them to be here to see this...and it's one of thousands of times I'll be thinking that.
Hushed footsteps sounded to her right, the measured steps as familiar to her as their faces. As Ianto's gloved hand tucked her cold fingers against his coat and Jack's fingers twined with hers on her other side, she waited for Rhys. The three of them stood silently watching the return of light to their city.
Summary: With the dawn, several connections are remade.
Pairings: Gwen, Jack/Ianto teamfic
Spoilers: 2.13 - "Exit Wounds"
Author's Notes: 200 words written for day 17 of
redismycolour...Gwen asked for my attention in this one, which is odd for me, but the boys are there to help.Disclaimer: The team and their world belong to the BBC. Really.
***
The emergency sirens were down to perhaps two or three an hour now. Gwen found herself trudging back across the Plas to the Hub around five in the morning, Andy having finally overrode her orders to send her home. For some reason, she let him and then she called Rhys to come and pick her up. He was on his way home as well, and said he'd get her once she'd checked with with the others.
Wind's picked up a fair amount now...it'll be dawn soon. A rough, buzzing noise interrupted her exhausted attempts at thought... she glanced up in time to see the streetlights finally go on around the Plas after two days, snowflakes glowing on their way to the ash-covered ground. I want both of them to be here to see this...and it's one of thousands of times I'll be thinking that.
Hushed footsteps sounded to her right, the measured steps as familiar to her as their faces. As Ianto's gloved hand tucked her cold fingers against his coat and Jack's fingers twined with hers on her other side, she waited for Rhys. The three of them stood silently watching the return of light to their city.
