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for muses_gonewild... Nobody Gets to Live Life Backward

"Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies." - Ann Landers

Gwen Cooper knew too well what dying felt like. After all, she had died before.

At least, she was pretty sure Suzie had killed her, at least for a moment. But there had only been darkness there, and even now, she refused to believe in the blackness of death.

That was Suzie’s darkness, not her own.

She turned her head and her cheek slapped against cold pavement. She watched thick blood pool from her side, mottled in the dust speckled light streaming through the warehouse. She wanted to scream for Jack and Ianto, but her mouth was too dry, her lips cracked and the tearing pain in every inch of her body was too much to fight through to form words. She tried to detach herself, and concentrated on the way her vision swam, the way her stomach tightened with nausea, the way the musty smell of blood filled her nostrils.

They wouldn’t find her in time; that she was sure of. But to concentrate on anything other than the pain was enough. She realised this must have been how Tosh felt, when the life was drained from her own body. At least she had the warmth of dying in Jack’s arms.

The warehouse stone was cold against her back.

She closed her eyes against the darkness.

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( Owen’s hands were on her. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: 136. "Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies." - Ann Landers
Verse: Open
Word Count: 1150

for itsthecoat and goodathart

A while back I did a meme where people requested certain Gwens to write about. I haven't forgotten about them, I've just been taking my time writing them! So here are two I wrote a while back and simply forgot to post, and there should be more over time.

for itsthecoat, Playful!Gwen

2 a.m. was the best time for the game.

Overwhelmed with work and rigid on continual cups of coffee, Gwen wandered up behind Jack’s desk where he sat, deep in concentration over a stack of paperwork that couldn’t possibly be getting smaller.

She prepared her fingers, pointing them towards him and took a deep, prepared breath for what was to come. She pounced.

And somehow, he always knew. He spun around, before her fingers could reach their target, and he began to tickle her. She squealed and jumped away, speeding out of the office, listening to his footsteps following her. He would catch her – he always did. That was her favourite part of the game.

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Drabble Meme
Verse: Open
Word Count: 116

for goodathart, Naked!Gwen

“What the bloody hell are you doing in here?”

Gwen leaped, naked, across the room and threw a towel over her body. The Torchwood bathroom was very cold, but an exhausted Gwen had no intention of going back to her flat covered in that day’s lot of alien goo, and put up with the cold for a quick wash. On the other hand, she wasn’t expecting to pop out and find a smirking Captain John Hart.

“Get out!”

John laughed, almost doubled over, and shook his head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s not like I’m interested, just went through the wrong door.”

“Not on your life!” she shouted. She grabbed her shoe and launched it at his head, missing by about half a metre.

“Definitely not on my life!” He was near hysterics, and paused long enough to wink at her before her headed for the door. She picked up her other shoe and threw it with all her might, watching it bounce against the door soundly as it shut quickly behind him.

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Drabble Meme
Verse: Open/Crack
Word Count: 172