It seemed like all of Cardiff was fast asleep. The normally bustling city was dark and silent and the lonely streets were deserted. It seemed that everyone was in their homes with their families. Christmas Eve had been spent adjusting to the fact that Cardiff had been practically buried alive. Families had been rushing to buy the food that they'd need to get through Christmas, and there were a number of men loitering in the various shops on the high street. Now though, the city had fallen into a peaceful slumber as children dreamt of Father Christmas, and adults breathed a sigh of relief at their freedom. Some adults however were still trying to adjust to the fact that they were free.
I stood at the window and stared out across the city. It was quiet with only the odd car driving past our window. The light from the streetlamp was lighting up our small living room, and I prayed that it wouldn't wake Rhys. I could hear the faint snores coming from our bedroom and it confirmed that he was fast asleep. The moment I'd returned to the flat, he had embraced me in a hug. He'd been so worried about me apparently, especially when he couldn't get in contact when the phones were down. I'd felt so safe when he'd hugged me and it suddenly felt like we'd gone back to the start of our relationship. It was like all the rows, the secrets…the affair, none of it had happened. He'd pampered me all day and we'd tumbled into bed together, appreciating the fact that we were together again.
I glanced at the clock that was resting on the wooden table and I saw that it was one minute past midnight – Christmas Day. Instinctively, I gazed up at the sky and for a minute, I expected to see a sleigh rushing across the night sky. I laughed silently and resumed staring out at Cardiff. It felt so strange that just over 24 hours ago, I'd been snowed in under the city. Now I was free again.
I leant my head against the cool, frosted pain and breathed out on the glass. I watched as it became fogged over and I raised a finger to draw on the mist. I absently drew 'Gwen loves Rhys' without even realising. I smiled when I saw what I'd doodled. Before the snow I'd been sick of Rhys. We'd got married two months ago and I'd felt trapped. I'd felt like there was something more out there, something more exciting and dangerous. My life with Rhys has become boring and monotonous – or at least that was what I had thought. Jack had represented the thing that I wanted to so much. Now though, it felt like something had changed. I'd missed Rhys when I'd been in the hub, and even though I'd wanted Jack at the start, by the end that feeling had faded. I'd been able to see how happy Jack made Ianto. At first we'd all thought that it was just about sex, that was how it always appeared. But being in the hub with them for nearly 72 hours had let me see more. I'd noticed the way they looked at each other, the way Jack would brush Ianto's hand when he walked past and how Ianto always gave Jack his coffee first. There were all those tiny little signs that none of us had noticed before. The signs hadn't just made me realise that there was something more to Jack and Ianto's relationship, it made me realise that I'd missed the little things Rhys and I had. By the end I had just been yearning to get back to the flat. Though I had a feeling that I was the only one.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even noticed Rhys coming up behind me. I jumped as I felt his arms snake around my waist and I smiled as I felt him rest his head against me.
"Did you do that?" he asked, gesturing to the message I'd written on the window.
"No it was Father Christmas," I giggled. He kissed my cheek and I leant back against him. "What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same. That light woke me up." I turned to face him and stared into his eyes.
"Alright." I smiled and turned around again so I could see the city. The two of us stood like that for a few minutes, holding each other and just gazing at Cardiff. I reached up and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and I saw my two rings glint in the light. I stared at them and felt a smile form on my face.
"It's gone Christmas Day you know," I heard Rhys say, pulling me from the memory of our wedding. I spun around in his arms.
"Really," I smirked, raising my eyebrows. "Maybe I should give you your Christmas present early." He looked confused for a second before he grinned.
"I think I'd like that Mrs Williams." I kissed him hard on the lips and he kissed me back passionately. I felt him lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. As we staggered towards the bedroom I pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes.
"God I love you Rhys."
"I love you too Gwen." With that we fell onto our bed, entangled in each other.
I leant back on my bed and sighed in annoyance. I'd been trying to fall asleep for the past three hours and yet nothing had come from it. Instead I was just tossing and turning with thoughts of Ianto running through my head. I'd grown accustomed to him being next to me, breathing gently. Now I was faced with the prospect of three days and nights of nothing to do but wander around an empty hub. Part of me was tempted to call him, but I knew that his sister was coming to stay and I had a feeling he wouldn't want me intruding. So instead I was wasting hours lying on my bed feeling bored and alone. I ran my fingers through my hair and debated how I could spend Christmas. I'd never done anything for it since I didn't have family or anything. It also helped that for the past three Christmases there had been some form of alien interaction. There'd been the time that the Sycorax ship had stopped over London and Tosh and I had had to try and stop Owen and Ianto from walking off a roof. Then there'd been the Racnoss firing at London. Of course most recently there had been a large ship nearly crushing the palace. Sadly this year there appeared to be no sign of an alien invasion. That meant the team would actually be remaining at home.
I froze suddenly as I heard a noise coming from the main section. I automatically leaped off the bed and grabbed my gun. I snuck out of my bedroom and slowly my way down the dimly lit corridor. I heard the sound of a crash from the hub and I began to move forward faster. I racked my brains for how someone could have got in. The hub was ridiculously secure and I'd made sure that every entrance was locked. I raised my gun and emerged into the hub.
"Stop what you're doing and get your hands in the air." It was so dark that I could only faintly make out the figure. However I could see them turning around. "Don't move! I will shoot."
"You're really going to shoot your own doctor?" the voice asked. Owen." I sighed and lowered the gun. Well I had wanted company. I flicked on the lights and made my way over to him. He looked like he hadn't slept and he was still wearing what he had been wearing yesterday. It also appeared that he hadn't shaved.
"You look like shit," I muttered.
"Thanks. So do you," he said, rolling his eyes at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, sitting down. I gestured for him to do the same and he simply shrugged and complied.
"I got sick of being in that flat."
"So you came to the hub?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. I pulled open one of the drawers of the desk that we were sat in front of. Thankfully it was Owen's and thus there was a bottle of vodka and two glasses inside. I pulled them out and poured us both a large glass. "You look like you need this," I said, sliding it across to him. He took it gratefully and took a swig.
"Like I said, I was sick of being in my flat," he said. I watched as he downed the drink and poured himself another. "It's kind of depressing being in a flat by yourself on Christmas."
"Never bothered you before has it?" I asked, taking a gulp of my drink. I felt the familiar burning sensation in my throat and I took another drink.
"Normally we have a big invasion to deal with." It scared me that the thoughts I had been having earlier were spookily similar to Owen's. "There's nothing this year. So I've wasted all of today in my flat. It's just lame that I'm alone on Christmas Eve."
"You could have gone to a club or something?" I said as I refilled our empty glasses.
"I tried that but…"
"I wasn't really in the mood." I almost choked on my drink at that comment.
"You weren't in the mood for sex?" I asked in disbelief.
"It was just that…" Instead of continuing, he glared at me as he noted the grin that was threatening to form on my face. "Oh I'm not going to bother if you're just going to laugh at me." I sighed and quashed my urge to laugh.
"I won't laugh. I promise." I looked at him and desperately struggled to keep a straight face. He examined my face before continuing.
"It was just that there was no one in there I wanted. Sure there were plenty of hot girls in there, and I mean hot," he emphasised. "It was just that I didn't want any of them. I've gotten bored of the whole shagging random birds since…" He stopped and I knew he was thinking of Diane. "I just had a beer and left. This was the first place I thought to come." He stopped talking and took a drink. He avoided my eyes and stared into the glass.
"Okay I had a few."
"Well enough to get the person who owns the club to chuck me out."
"What club were you in?"
"I thought you were barred from there."
"I wasn't. Well I am now." He avoided my eyes and stared into the glass.
"Look at us two," I said and he looked up to meet my gaze.
"What?" he said, looking confused.
"It's Christmas Eve." I stopped and glanced at my watch. "Scrap that. It's Christmas Day and we're both sat in the place we work, drinking and sounding completely depressed. Could we be any more sad?" He didn't reply, instead just shrugging. At that moment, Ianto's face flashed into my mind. I was sat here drinking with Owen, feeling ridiculously depressed, when Ianto was just a few minutes drive away.
"Get up," I said, standing up myself.
"Will you just do what I say for once?" He glared at me and stood up. I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the exit.
I shivered as we staggered out into the cold night air. I realised that Jack was dragging me over to the SUV.
"You're hardly in a fit state to drive?" I said, slipping into doctor mode. He turned and gave me a dirty look.
"Do you want to spend Christmas bitter and alone while nursing a hangover?" I didn't bother to reply. "Right. Then you let me drive." I couldn't be arsed to argue, instead opening the passenger door and getting in. Jack climbed in next me and began to back the car out onto the road.
"Are you going to bother telling me where we're going? Because I'm really not in the mood for some bonding trip with you." He didn't bother to look at me, instead focusing on the road.
"We're not going to the same place if that's what you're thinking. Sorry to disappoint you." Now I felt even more confused.
"Well where the hell are we going then?" This time he didn't reply. Instead he took a sharp left and I swore as my head banged against the window. "Would you be more careful? I'm not quite in the mood to die."
"Do you always talk?" he asked. I glared at him and took to staring out of the window. I felt more awake now, though that was most likely to do with the three glasses of vodka that I'd had.
Jack continued to drive us down unfamiliar streets. Neither of us spoke, instead both of us staring at the empty roads that we drove down. It felt like we were the only people who were awake. Though it wasn't exactly normal to be out at midnight on Christmas. I sighed and watched my breath mist up the glass. I began to doodle on the window and I heard Jack groan.
"You're like a child you know that?" I looked at him and smirked.
"If you just told me where we were going?" I said.
"Doesn't matter. We're here." He slammed on the brakes and the car suddenly stopped. I stared out of the window and saw that we were outside a block of flats – Tosh's block of flats.
"Why the hell are we here? Are you planning on bringing Tosh on this little trip?"
"Nope." He gave me a look that seemed to say are-you-really-that-stupid-? "I've noticed the way you've been with Tosh these past few days. Even before that. She's been pining over you for the past two years and it took you long enough to notice. Now I bloody well want you to do something about it. I really won't be able to put up with you both not acting on your feelings. It's been bad enough with her falling for you, I don't need you hiding your feelings as well!" The first thought in my head was whether I had really been that obvious. "Yes you have been that obvious. We've all noticed it," he said answering my question. He stopped and simply looked at me.
"What if she's not interested? And what am I meant to say?"
"Trust me on this Owen, she is definitely interested. And just tell her what you've been feeling recently. Now go!" I heard the sound of the doors unlocking. I stared at Jack and saw the look of determination on his face.
"So where are you off to then?" I asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
"None of your business," he said.
"Ianto's then," I laughed. I took in Jack's face and stopped the jokey act. "You really like teaboy don't you?"
"Yeah I do. And don't call him teaboy."
"Sorry," I muttered. "Looks like we've both got some things to say to our workmates."
"Well it's better than spending Christmas alone and drunk." I shrugged, knowing that he was right. I pushed open my car door and as I climbed out, I turned to Jack.
"What if she rejects me?"
"She won't." That was all he said before he said before he leant over and slammed my door shut. I watched as he drove the SUV away into the darkness, leaving me alone on the pavement.
I took a deep breath and raked a hand through my hair. I slowly my way over to the buzzer and I located the one for Tosh's flat. Pressing the button I waited, part of me praying she was awake and the other praying that she was asleep. Just as I was about to give up, I heard her sleep-ridden voice.
"Who is it? Do you know what time it is?"
"Tosh it's me. Can I come up?" There was a pause and I stood there on the deserted street, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah." I heard the sound on the buzzer and the click of the door opening. I pulled away and slowly made my way inside.
I stood in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my boxers, waiting for the kettle to boil. Camilla was fast asleep in the guest bedroom. She'd arrived just after I'd returned home and we'd spent all night reminiscing. Then she'd dragged me around nearly every shop in Cardiff, demanding that I help her buy stuff. Now she was asleep and I was enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Part of me wondered what it would have been like it if Jack had come and met Camilla. I'd thought about asking him when we'd left the hub, but I'd been scared that he was going to just turn me down. Even after spending four days snowed in with him, I was still unsure as to where Jack stood on our relationship. I'd tried to pluck up the nerve to ask him but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead I had simply carried on like it wasn't bothering me. However I was yearning to know whether he actually thought we were in a relationship. Even if he did, did he see it as mutually exclusive? I groaned as I realised that I sounded like some possessive boyfriend. I was used to Jack's flirting ways; hell he flirted with every single alien and human we met. It was just that I was worried that he'd get bored of me. What did I have to offer over everyone else that was available to Jack? When Captain John had arrived, I'd just felt stupid next to him. He was like another Jack and what was I?
I sighed and began to make myself a drink. Then I heard the sound of knocking on the door. I frowned and glanced at the small clock. It was one in the morning on Christmas day. I made my way to the door, grabbing a pair of joggers on the way that I pulled on. I hardly wanted to be arrested for indecent exposure. However as I opened the door, I realised that it would probably have been better if I'd not bothered.
"Lovely outfit Ianto. You should dress like that all the time," Jack winked at me.
"What are you doing here Jack?" I asked, noting the SUV that was parked on the road.
"Can I come in?" he asked and I was surprised that he didn't just come out with some innuendo filled comment. I stood aside and let him in. As he wandered in and gazed at the small house I owned, I thought about how strange the scene was. I was used to seeing Jack in the hub, not standing in my hallway. He looked out of place in his WWII coat.
"Did you want a coffee or something?" I asked, desperate to fill the uncomfortable silence that had formed. However he just shook his head and turned to look at me.
"What is it we're doing exactly Ianto?" I froze at the question, fear building. Questions like that never led to good things.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, clenching my fists slightly.
"Okay that didn't come out quite right." He took a small step towards me. "I mean what is it that is going on between us?" Suddenly we were addressing the issue that I had wanted to talk about. Except now I wasn't too sure that I wanted to deal with it. I noticed Jack coming even closer and I felt him gently cup my face. "Are we together or not?" I simply nodded, unable to lie. "Would you say we were in a relationship?" Again I nodded, unable to control my actions. It felt I was no longer in control of my body. Instead I was on autopilot and just letting everything out. "Good. That's what I thought." He kissed me gently before taking my hand and leading me to the stairs. Then I regained control and yanked my hand away.
"What was that?" He stared at me confused.
"That? You ask a question and that's it."
"To be fair I asked two," he laughed. However I just looked at him and the grin slipped from his face. "I was in the hub and I couldn't sleep. Then Owen arrived and we got talking. We were both in the same situation – depressed and alone on Christmas. I realised that I didn't want to be stuck in the hub by myself." He didn't finish, but I mentally filled in the rest of the sentence: 'I wanted to be with you.' I moved towards him and kissed him.
"I want to be with you for Christmas as well," I smiled.
"Well that's very good."
"Glad you think so sir," I smirked. As we quietly ascended the stairs, I looked at him questioningly.
"Yeah he was feeling lonely. I sent him to Tosh." I laughed and froze as I heard my sister's door opening, the light from her room filling the hall. She appeared at the top of the stairs, her blonde hair looking wild.
"What the hell is going on Ianto? Who is this?" I watched as Jack gave her his 100-watt smile.
"You must be Camilla, Ianto's sister." She nodded. "I'm Jack. You're brother's boss and boyfriend." I don't know which one hit me first: that Jack had just called himself my boyfriend or that my sister had just learnt I was gay.
"You're sleeping with your boss? Your male boss? You're gay?" I simply nodded her and looked confused as she laughed.
"I knew it! I've been telling mum that you're gay for the past year but she wouldn't believe me." With that, she turned and made her way back into her bedroom. "Just keep it down you two." She laughed and shut her door causing the hallway to descend into darkness.
"You're sister's certainly not what I expected her to be," Jack said, raising his eyebrows. As I led him up towards my room, I turned to him.
"Is my sister really what you're concerned with right now?" I asked. He shook his head and leant in to kiss me. We somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom while still kissing. As we fell onto the bed and I felt Jack's hands roam my body, I realised that this Christmas had turned out to be pretty perfect.
I opened the door and stared at Owen. He was leaning against the doorframe and I let my eyes scan his body, taking in his dishevelled appearance. He was wearing the clothes he had been wearing when we left the hub and there were bags under his eyes and stubble across his jaw.
"Can I come in?" he asked. I nodded and stepped aside, shivering as the cold from the hallway drifted into my flat. I tugged at the shirt I was wearing, the football shirt Owen gave me, and attempted to at least look partly decent. He didn't even seem to acknowledge me, instead just wandering over to the small sofa that was in the centre of the room. I sighed and shut the door before turning to him.
"What is it you want Owen?" I asked feeling slightly uncomfortable at having him sat in my flat on my sofa.
"I'm not really sure." He didn't say anything else but he turned to look at me. I wondered whether this was just one of his stupid jokes. It had gone one in the morning and the last thing I needed was him turning up at my flat for no reason. I couldn't deny though that it was nice to have him here. I had felt lonely today, but I guessed that was due to having been with the team for the past few days. I'd spent today walking around Cardiff because I really didn't feel like being in my flat all alone. Of course that had just meant that I'd had to see loved up couples wandering around, holding hands and exchanging loving looks. I'd ended up buying a bottle of wine and curling up on the sofa watching 'Titanic.' I had fallen fast asleep at an uncomfortable angle and had woken up at the point where the ship began to sink. I'd been about to head to bed when Owen had come knocking on my door so I was praying that it was for a good reason.
I made my way over to the sofa, grabbing my dressing gown of the chair on the way. I sat down next to him and turned to face him, curling up on the sofa. It felt odd to be this close to him while in my flat.
"Well?" I asked as I tried to push him to give me a reason for his arrival.
"Jack forced me to come here." I felt my heart sink slightly as it dawned on me that he hadn't come here out of his own choice. I'd been hopeful that he was coming to see me, when instead our boss had made him come. It was silly to think he'd choose to see me, when he could be with any girl in Cardiff right now.
"Oh." He turned to look at me, his grey eyes meeting mine.
"It's not like I didn't want to come, it's just that it was Jack's idea and he drove me here. Well I guess that means he did push me in a way, but I mean I did want to come and see you. It's just that I hadn't thought about doing it until Jack suggested it and…" As he continued to talk I couldn't help but grin. I was making Owen Harper ramble. It was always me that got ridiculously nervous when talking to him and now he was doing what I always did. It was calming to know that he wasn't always Mr Confident.
"Owen. Be quiet." He stopped talking and stared at me. I studied his face, taking in the specks of brown that haunted his eyes and definition of his jaw. As I looked at him, I could see so many of the reasons that I'd first become attracted to him. At that moment it was like I was thrown from my body and I became a viewer of the scene that was playing out. It felt like I had lost all power over my body and I watched as I saw myself lean forward and kiss him. I could see the way my eyes closed as he began to kiss me back and the way his hands slowly wandered to my hips. Then it was like I was back in my body and I could feel the emotion that was coursing through my veins. I could feel his hands slowly roam across my back and the pure passion that I felt. He began to move away from my mouth and kiss my neck. I felt myself shiver and a moan escape from my mouth as I felt his lips against my skin. The last thing I could remember was the two of us falling backwards so we were lying on the couch and the pleasure racing through my body.
Two hours later and I was lying in bed, resting against Owen. He was fast asleep with his arms flayed out, one curled tightly around my waist. I shifted slightly and I felt him nudge my head so it was resting on his shoulder. As I lay there I could hear him breathing gently and I could feel his chest rising and falling. Part of me felt like this was all some dream and that I was going to wake up alone in my bed, ready to face another day at work. However in my heart of hearts I knew that this was real. I smiled slightly and closed my eyes to fall asleep. But just as I felt myself beginning to drift off, the piercing sound of my phone ringing shattered the silence. I groaned and sat up to reach it, but I felt Owen tugging me back down.
"Leave it," he muttered, pulling me into him.
"It could be important," I argued as I struggled to get up to answer the phone. However his hold was so strong that I couldn't fight and I eventually gave up as he kissed my neck. I giggled as he rolled over so he was on top of me and he leant down to kiss me. I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him back. We lay there, entwined in each other, as the phone continued to ring. I heard my message play and a voice at the other end began to speak in a heavy Japanese accent.
"Toshiko I know you're there. Pick up the phone. It's bad enough you don't come for Christmas and that you give me some excuse about snow. But now you don't even pick up the phone on Christmas Eve. I know you're there and listening to this message, so answer. What are you doing? Are you sat doing work again? If you are then that isn't good enough Toshiko. I told you last year that you had to get yourself a man but nothing's changed. No man is ever going to want you if you just work all the time. You'll end up like those Christmas cakes…" She would have continued to speak but before I could stop him, Owen picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he said, yawning slightly.
"Owen!" I hissed, trying to grab the phone but he held it out of my reach.
"This is Owen Harper, I work with your…" He held the phone to his chest and looked at me. "Is it your grandma?" I nodded and groaned, grabbing a pillow and burying my head under it. However I could still hear what he was saying. "Yeah I work with your granddaughter…Why am I here? I'm here because Tosh invited me around…Yes she's very nice…Well currently she's lying underneath me…" With that I yanked the pillow off my head and grabbed the phone out of his hand.
"Grandma calm down," I muttered as she began to rant in my ear. It sounded like she was torn between being happy because I was actually with a guy and also furious because I was sleeping with said guy. "No it's not like that…no…I've known him for two years…we're not actually dating…" Owen, who had rolled off me and was shifting so I could lean against him, looked up at this point.
"We are if you want to." I grinned and as he began to nuzzle at my neck, I focused my attention back on my grandma.
"I'm going to have to go and yes he is perfectly nice." I hung up the phone and let it fall to the floor as he kissed me. "I could kill you for that."
"Yeah but you won't."
2 days later – 27th
"Tosh you got an explanation for me yet?" Jack asked as he emerged from the kitchen, his hair looking messier than before.
"Yes Jack I've managed to come up with a reason for the freak snowstorm in less than 10 minutes. At least give me some time," she muttered sarcastically as she adjusted her glasses.
"You know you're getting too sarcastic Tosh and I'm not sure I like it. You're spending to much time with him," Jack said pointing to Owen who was spinning around in his chair while chewing on his pen.
"Hey don't blame me!" he answered, stopping spinning and slouching in his chair. "If I remember rightly, you're the one that chucked me out onto the freezing cold pavement in front of her flats." Jack simply glared at him and grabbed a ball of paper off one of the desks and chucked it at him.
A couple of minutes later, Ianto emerged with the usual round of steaming hot coffee. He began to hand out the mugs, however just as he was handing Tosh hers, Gwen came flying in. Her hair was tied up in a scraggy ponytail and she looked like she had just woken up.
"Shit sorry I'm late. The alarm didn't go off and then Rhys and I were trying to get ready and…" she skidded over to her desk, her bag flying out behind her.
"Ow! Fuck!" Tosh suddenly shouted. It appeared that Gwen had banged into Ianto who had managed to spill hot coffee all over Tosh's hand. Ianto leaped away and began to apologise, as did Gwen.
"Oh shit! Sorry Tosh, I didn't mean to." Tosh simply shrugged and began to wave her hand around trying to shake the hot coffee off before it burned too much. She continued to mutter expletives under her breath as she stood up to go run her hand under cold water, tears forming in her eyes because of the pain. Owen sighed and stood up, grabbing at her arm.
"Come on then. Lets go get you sorted out." The two wandered off in the kitchen, his arm wrapped around her waist.
"Does this mean I'm going to have to wait for the explanation for the snow then?" Jack shouted, receiving a short shout in Japanese from Tosh.
Forty minutes later the team found themselves in the meeting room as Tosh revealed the reason for the snow.
"Okay so I've looked into it and there appears to be no reason for the snow."
"Excuse me?" Jack asked, looking at her incredulously. "You're telling me there's no reason for it at all."
"I looked into and one moment there were some small snow clouds over Cardiff and literally two minutes later there was a flurry of heavy snow." She shrugged at Jack who had obviously been hoping for more of a reason.
"Maybe they were deceptive snow clouds?" Owen smirked. She turned to look at him.
"Oh yes that's it. Half the clouds were invisible and it was all some great trick," she laughed. He reached up and poked her and she reached out to hit him before remembering her hand was bandaged.
"Tosh you have to give us something," Ianto added, finally giving his input. It appeared he had been too distracted with Jack stroking his leg to focus.
"Yeah, give us something. A giant alien warship; something coming through the rift; anything," Gwen sighed.
"I can't just magic something out of thin air. I have checked and triple checked and there is no reason for all the snow. It just appeared." She gave the team a look that clearly said it was the end of the discussion and they all gave small sighs before leaving. Gwen wandered off to call Rhys, Jack and Ianto disappeared into his office and Owen and Tosh left to grab lunch.
I sometimes wonder whether Torchwood ever bother to think that something could happen that isn't caused by aliens. They were all desperately trying to find some alien cause for the freak snowstorm. Maybe they should have just looked a little closer to home – me. Sometimes things just happen for a reason and there's no clear explanation for them. It seemed to me that the team needed a little shove in the right direction. Gwen was falling out of love with the guy she was meant to be with, and in love with the guy that was wrong for her. Now she's happily gabbing on the phone to her husband. Jack and Ianto seemed to be stuck in between just sex and a real relationship. Now I can see them sat in his office, flirting and discussing dinner with Ianto's sister. And Owen was ignorant to Tosh's feelings for him. Now they're sharing a plate of chips and arguing about whether they should see 'Juno' or 'I Am Legend' tonight.
Every so often people just need a push in the right direction before they go veering off down the wrong path. That's what I'm here for - me and my snowstorms.
A/N:Well that's it – the final part of my first TW story. Yes it's soppy, romantic and almost certainly clichéd, but I am very proud of it. This is the first longer story that I've actually managed to finish and it makes me so happy that so many people like it.
There's been the suggestion of a sequel and I am considering that but I think I would have to have a strong idea to do so. So if anyone's got any suggestions then please tell me in your review.
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