#gregfuckinglestrade

Title: Untitled (for gregfuckinglestrade) Pairing: Jack/Gwen  Rating: PG Genre: romcom  Words: 600 Summary: Gwen gets a little lost.

Gwen couldn't believe her luck. Not only had she had the worst first day ever, but she'd been swamped with paperwork because of it. After a day of compiling notes from Owen and Tosh followed by a lecture from Jack on how to write up proper field observations, she had a crick in her neck and what felt like enough tension in her shoulders to snap her in half.

"You look kinda tense," teased a cocky American accent from behind her. She was about to swivel her chair around to give Jack an earful when strong hands set themselves on her shoulders and squeezed.

"I thought police paperwork was bad," Gwen replied as she leaned back into Jack's slowly massaging hands. "You lot have your work cut out for you."

"You're doing that 'you' versus 'we' thing again," Jack chastised, turning Gwen around to face him before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his pockets. "For that, you get to file them, too."

Gwen slumped slightly, having expected she might actually make it home at a decent hour, then straightened to gather up the folders and tuck them under her arm. "Right. Lead the way."

Snorting slightly, Jack shook his head and took a few steps backwards toward his office. "Can't. I'm waiting on a phone call. I'm sure you can find your way around."

Parting her lips to reply, Gwen just snapped her mouth shut and turned on her heel. If Jack wanted to play games, she'd show him just how much she didn't need help.

Except half an hour later, she was completely turned around (i.e. lost) in the Torchwood archives. Not only was it dark and damp, but the endless rows of filing cabinets and shelves made it hard to find any landmarks that might have helped her figure out the way back. She twitched at every sound, wondering if even the mice in this place were altered somehow, big alien things with extra eyes or god knew what else. She could have sworn she saw a shadow following her at one point, but even as she panicked the slightest bit, she was too proud to call Jack on her comms.

"You look a little lost."

Gwen whirled around, gun at the ready, only to find it pointed at Jack. She was tempted to shoot him just for scaring her if it weren't for the mess. Shoving her gun into the back of her pants, she sighed and slumped back against the nearest wall.

"Christ, Jack, you scared the shit out of me."

Grinning his trademark shit-eating grin, Jack just shrugged and took a step closer. "You've been wandering around down here for nearly forty-five minutes."

"You've been watching me?" Gwen asked incredulously.

"Of course. You've never stepped foot down here. Surprised you didn't end up in the specimen warehouse by now."

Gwen surged forward, grabbing Jack by the lapels of his jacket and slamming him back against a filing cabinet. "I've been wandering around lost and you were just watching?"

"You really like shoving guys around," Jack replied with a smirk, making no move to push her away. "That's good, I like it rough."

"Jack!"

Jack continued to smile down at her, though it seemed more genuine than before. "Have to look after my girl, right?"

Gwen just blinked back at him, frowning in confusion but relaxing her grip. Jack Harkness, full of surprises. "Just don't let me catch you watching CCTV of the shower rooms, alright?"

she's currently stood across the road from the kills tour bus

jamie's inside

I so do not mind. Everyone should go on omegle as Lestrade.