Day Two {for quitehomoerotic}

[thecopper]

Even though she was a bit tired, and more than a bit overwhelmed, Gwen entered the Hub on her second day of work with a certain amount of unexpected optimism.

Sure, she'd inadvertently unleashed a killer onto the streets of Cardiff but she'd sorted it, hadn't she? And the team had come out unscathed and that Captain Jack Harkness had seemed almost pleased with her. While she wouldn't exactly consider her first day a glowing success, it wasn't an absolute failure, either, she thought proudly.

At least, until she slid into her shiny, new work station and saw the note stuck to her computer screen. And her heart sunk a little, and she sighed.



Her mind reeled with all of the reasons Jack might want to see her so early on her first day. Perhaps he'd changed his mind, decided she wasn't a capable second in command. Worse, maybe he thought she wasn't a good fit for the team. Maybe he was just going to cut her loose, send her back to the police which was a horribly embarrassing thought, if not only for the conversation she'd had with Andy the day before.

Bollocks, she needed to call him. She'd do that later, if she remembered... Speaking of remembering, she'd need to avoid Ianto's coffee until after the meeting, in case the post-it was a scam and Jack intended to retcon her straight away.

Instead, Gwen spent her time coming up with justifications for anything Jack might say to her, and before long it was ten til ten, and she'd had quite enough of sitting around labouring over the meaning behind a sodding note. So with a resigned sigh, she plodded up to Jack's office and stood in the doorway, trying her best to not glower as she stared at him.

"You wanted to see me, Jack?"

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[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Any smart retort was swallowed by her inability to take a substantial breath. He was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, and she closed her eyes long enough to force air into her lungs.

"Yes," she croaked after a moment, gazing up at him, and there was a part of her that felt like that was a lie. She'd only known him a few days, but she felt like she'd met him long before she'd looked down at him from that building. "Now, Captain Harkness, what, exactly, are you intending to appraise in this meeting?"

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

Jack's smirk grew. He had a confidence about him, and he simply knew when he was on top... so to speak.

He leaned in closer, towards her ear, and he whispered. "Bank details." His voice sultry and low.

But then he grinned, pulled back, and like a click of his fingers the moment was gone. He took a step back, and his voice returned to normal. "That is if you expect to get paid, of course. We need your fingerprints, blood sample, urine sample and tissue sample. I'll get Owen to take those this afternoon."

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen reeled, trying to catch her breath without making it too obvious that Jack had snatched it from her in that moment.

She cleared her throat and positioned herself to turn away from him, trying to seem casual and unshaken by how close he had just been. She felt a bit cold.

"Shame you don't have all of it in that little baggie of yours," she remarked. "I'll get Owen the samples. But he best be willing to take my word on some of it... He's not comin' into the loo with me, Jack."