I'm spoiling the Doctor for the Strictly Come Dancing Christmas Special, so it by some radioactive alien quarantine reason you've not watched it yet... don't read this post!

This is really the only bit worth watching...



'Course, was totally gutted when the results came in. Well good if this was who you liked, because I'm not linking any other dances. Tom and Camilla did a really rubbish bit to Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, oh and Jill and Darren won.

Maybe if someone stopped leaving their mobile at Top Shop and sorted out their license, I wouldn't have to drudge through youtube at work look up things on this slow connection at home! Because, of course, I would never look up Strictly Come Dancing clips when there's weevils running about the city, would I?

Please tell me Brian won in your universe. Please.

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

Arrogance - The best leaders inspire by example. When that's not an option, brute intimidation works pretty well, too.". -Larry Kersten

“No, Rhys, no,” Gwen shook her head, swatting at him, but she couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, come on, Gwen, it’s bloody brilliant!” Rhys grinned so big Gwen was afraid his face would tear open. “You have to admit, it’s perfect for that Jack of yours.”

“He’s not my Jack,” Gwen muttered, but her smile didn’t falter. “And it’s not funny.”

“It’s hysterical.” He forced the picture into her hands. “Come on, you have to take it in with you. Go on, then!”

Gwen held the picture and gave it a sideways glance. It wasn’t particularly clever, not even overly funny, but she couldn’t help the small swell of satisfaction that Rhys had donated something to her plight. As cheeky as it was, it was a step in Rhys accepting her line of work, and every step brought them closer to understanding each other.

She slipped into the Hub and wandered past Jack and Ianto, hunched over one of the desks. They gave her both a sideways glance and a distracted greeting. She didn’t mind; Jack would figure it out soon enough when he wandered down into the vaults.

After she chose a place on the wall in front of a weevil cage, she hung the picture up and smiled smugly to herself. It seemed appropriate, for the company the photo would keep, and even more appropriate for the situation she found herself in every day. After all, the standard motivational poster one would find in any office didn’t have a place in the confines of Torchwood. They spent their days breaking the rules, and there was no presence to regulate how they did it. Except Jack. And as Rhys said, this was for him.

Gwen grinned to herself and bounced out of the vaults, not giving Janet a second glance. If nothing else, she thought pleasantly, at least Owen would have approved of the new addition hanging in the bowels of the Hub.

( To Jack, with love, Gwen )


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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Arrogance
Verse: Crack/Open
Word Count: 324

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