looking up at skies on fire

{{ooc: I wracked my brain on this puppy trying to figure out how this could happen. So I apologise for the lack of conventional sex (Wow, I can't believe I just wrote that), but it definitely turned into something of its own!}}

“I’m bored. Entertain me.”

Boredom sits on Jack’s desk, legs swinging with almost childlike enthusiasm over the side. Boredom glints his eyes and smiles like a nightmare. Boredom has the face of a dead man.

Gwen sits across from Boredom, her arms grasped to the chair. Her fringe is hanging in her face; she was meant to have a trim, that morning actually, until the text that brought her in early to work arrived to her mobile.

Come quickly, or I may kill them. I’m bored.

He has no name, but she knows him. His face is that of a man thought dead, one that she had given little thought too. But she knew him, somehow, if not by his true name. She knew him from the dark look in Jack’s eyes as the man lead her up the stairs. She knew him as yet another secret Jack kept and now his team would pay for.

( She supposed to hate him. It seems right, from the look in Jack’s eyes. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Sexual Relations Meme
Verse: Open/Canon
Word Count: 1014