What Does it Take?

by Outside Edge [Reviews - 2]

  • All Ages
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Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own them just borrow them from time to time.


By the time Jack emerged from the elevator in the Torchwood hub water was pooling around his feet at every step.
"Jack!" Gwen cried, "You've not been out in this?"
"No," Jack gave her a sarcastic smile "I've been sunbathing in Hawaii"
"You're soaked through" Gwen observed.
"I had kinda figured that one out"
"Jack you're dripping everywhere!"
"Miss Observant today aren't you" Jack said as he shrugged off his greatcoat, it was beginning to smell like a wet dog. He let it fall to the floor.
"You're not going to leave that there?" Gwen asked.
Jack fixed her with an arrogant 'Watch Me' stare.
"Oh and Ianto's just supposed to pick up after you?" Gwen asked as she followed Jack around the central gantry.
"That's what I employ him for — to clear up" Jack replied.
"After us Jack, all four of us not you personally" Gwen admonished. "You need to get out of those wet things," she added.
"That's what I'm doing," Jack said, an exasperated tone to his voice as he undid the buttons to his shirt.
"A nice hot shower will do the trick."
"Quit mothering me Gwen, I'm all grown up now." Jack replied as he headed off down the corridor towards his quarters, leaving his shirt on the floor behind him.
"Are you?" Gwen asked, as she followed the trail of wet clothes, picking up as she went. God and Rhys thought she was bad!

Jack had to admit it, Gwen was right, the hot shower was doing the trick; relaxing him and bringing him back to normal - or at least to what passed as normal in his version of the 21st century.
"Gwen, Sweetie, could you hand me my robe?" he called.
Gwen roused herself from where she had been sitting on the edge of Jack's bed. 'Why am I still here?' she asked herself.
She grabbed the black robe from the foot of the bed and entered the bathroom.
"Here's, oh, I — Sorry!!" she stammered, her eyes wide in surprise at the sight of a fully naked Jack Harkness before her.
"Here's your robe."
She thrust the garment at Jack and fled red face from the room.
Jack's deep laugh followed here out of the door.


The intercom on Gwen's desk rang.
"Gwen, could you come up here a second?" Jack's voice floated through the speaker.
"Er, no, sorry, I can't. I'm busy right now," she stammered and cut the connection.
Oh God, how was she ever going to face him again?

Much Later

Gwen was packing away her days work when the intercom buzzed again.
"Gwen," Jack started.
"I have to go Jack, Rhys doesn't know where I am."
"Rhys knows exactly where you are."
"I'm late," Gwen said, forcefully.
"So be later," Jack replied "Gwen, Sweetie, we need to talk."

"If it's about earlier" Gwen started as she entered Jack's office.
"Gwen, don't make this any harder than it already it" Jack said, as soon as he'd said it, he cursed himself for the analogy.
Gwen blushed and started to head for the door.
Jack intercepted her and placed both hands on her should forcing her to look at him.
"Gwen, I'm sorry" he said, sincerely.
"I thought you said saying sorry was a sign of weakness" Gwen countered.
"What I did earlier was unforgiveable" Jack continued "But Gwen, Sweetie, forgive me."
Gwen looked up into his eyes, they were earnest, almost puppy-dog like.
God — Jack never said please.
"As long as it doesn't happen again" Gwen admonished.
"It won't" Jack agreed.
"And.." Gwen paused, "You pick up your own clothes and don't leave them for Ianto."
"Yes ma'am" Jack saluted, a grin on his face.
"So, can I go now?" Gwen asked.
"Dismissed" Jack replied, with a nod.