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theatrical_muse... What do you command?
Feb. 8th, 2010 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thecopper“The Himalayas.”
“Well, to be entirely accurate, Kangchenjunga.”
“Great. You lot have fun.”
“What do you mean 'you lot'? You're going with us, Owen.”
“I don't hike.”
“I don't care.”
“I don't climb snowy mountain ranges.”
“I still don't care.”
“I get extremely moody when I get too cold.”
“So, just a typical day in the office then, yeah?”
“Gwen.”
Her eyes shot up from the screen of her console, and she stared at him with an even gaze. It wasn't a look she was used to giving him – all of this, it was all new. A few weeks ago, they'd been shagging, joking, playing. A few weeks ago, she hadn't been his boss, capable of telling him what to do. She'd been the new girl for so long, it hadn't occurred to her she'd ever be anything different.
“Gwen, come on.”
She picked up her tea, taking a sip as she eyed him over the chipped rim of the mug. He sighed, and for a second she wondered if he would stamp his foot in frustration. She wondered if it was due time to install a naughty step in the vault. Overlooking the weevils, if Gwen had a choice, just to instill how absolutely serious the punishment was.
“We're a team, Owen,” Gwen stated, with all the patience of an overwrought mother.
“Jack didn't think so.” Oh Lord, he was pouting. What kind of grown man pouted like that? The grown men she worked with, clearly. Owen and Ianto had been the worst, wandering about the Hub as if they had been grounded unfairly, spending all their time looking too closely at their shoelaces and speaking in muted monotone.
It was boring, to be honest.
“Well, Jack's not in charge right now, is he?” Gwen clipped, trying to raise her voice as if it could fill the empty void where Jack's had once been. She knew it couldn't, though. It was so much more quiet at work these days. “We're going to the Himalayas. All of us. Like a team. Is that understood?”
They were big words for how small Gwen felt. Big, commanding, clear-cut words that left no room for argument or negotiation. And they hung in silent air for longer than they should have, finally drifting away as Owen met her with a curt nod.
“Fine. I guess I should find my mittens.”
He turned and tromped away from her workstation – a battle won, although, with Owen, everything was a battle, even for Jack. It still didn't feel right, giving orders, making decisions, being the boss. Probably because they would always know it was temporary, even if they spent the rest of their lives waiting for Jack to come back.
Resting her cheek on her hand, she stared listlessly at the still door of the Hub. Gwen had no intention of ever filling Jack's shoes; but she did need to walk in them, for a while.
She just wished they didn't feel so bloody big.
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Cut for length
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #320 - What do you command?
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 517
“Well, to be entirely accurate, Kangchenjunga.”
“Great. You lot have fun.”
“What do you mean 'you lot'? You're going with us, Owen.”
“I don't hike.”
“I don't care.”
“I don't climb snowy mountain ranges.”
“I still don't care.”
“I get extremely moody when I get too cold.”
“So, just a typical day in the office then, yeah?”
“Gwen.”
Her eyes shot up from the screen of her console, and she stared at him with an even gaze. It wasn't a look she was used to giving him – all of this, it was all new. A few weeks ago, they'd been shagging, joking, playing. A few weeks ago, she hadn't been his boss, capable of telling him what to do. She'd been the new girl for so long, it hadn't occurred to her she'd ever be anything different.
“Gwen, come on.”
She picked up her tea, taking a sip as she eyed him over the chipped rim of the mug. He sighed, and for a second she wondered if he would stamp his foot in frustration. She wondered if it was due time to install a naughty step in the vault. Overlooking the weevils, if Gwen had a choice, just to instill how absolutely serious the punishment was.
“We're a team, Owen,” Gwen stated, with all the patience of an overwrought mother.
“Jack didn't think so.” Oh Lord, he was pouting. What kind of grown man pouted like that? The grown men she worked with, clearly. Owen and Ianto had been the worst, wandering about the Hub as if they had been grounded unfairly, spending all their time looking too closely at their shoelaces and speaking in muted monotone.
It was boring, to be honest.
“Well, Jack's not in charge right now, is he?” Gwen clipped, trying to raise her voice as if it could fill the empty void where Jack's had once been. She knew it couldn't, though. It was so much more quiet at work these days. “We're going to the Himalayas. All of us. Like a team. Is that understood?”
They were big words for how small Gwen felt. Big, commanding, clear-cut words that left no room for argument or negotiation. And they hung in silent air for longer than they should have, finally drifting away as Owen met her with a curt nod.
“Fine. I guess I should find my mittens.”
He turned and tromped away from her workstation – a battle won, although, with Owen, everything was a battle, even for Jack. It still didn't feel right, giving orders, making decisions, being the boss. Probably because they would always know it was temporary, even if they spent the rest of their lives waiting for Jack to come back.
Resting her cheek on her hand, she stared listlessly at the still door of the Hub. Gwen had no intention of ever filling Jack's shoes; but she did need to walk in them, for a while.
She just wished they didn't feel so bloody big.
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Cut for length
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #320 - What do you command?
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 517
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Date: 2010-02-09 01:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-09 05:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-10 12:14 am (UTC)But don't listen to Ianto.
I really enjoyed this. It must have been a really time for the whole team.
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Date: 2010-02-10 04:38 am (UTC)Tsk tsk, Ianto, you shouldn't lie. ;)
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Date: 2010-02-10 09:05 pm (UTC)Ianto is naughty.
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Date: 2010-02-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-18 06:51 am (UTC)Gwen says she'll make Ianto a cuppa this go round if that does happen. ;D