Takes place after the events of Captain Jack Harkness A/N: Pardon if they sound in any way OOC. I haven't written for Torchwood in a long, long while.
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“So what’s your real name, then?” a Welsh voice asked.
Jack looked up from the paperwork on his desk and gazed at the sight of Gwen Cooper standing in the doorway of his office, leaning against the post with a look that revealed a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and just a hint of anger.
“Pardon?” asked Jack, leaning back in his chair.
Gwen stepped forward into the room. “We all know now that ‘Captain Jack Harkness’ was a name you’ve stolen-”
“I prefer borrowed,” Jack interjected.
“Oh, so you were gonna return it then, were ya?” Gwen inquired, raising her brow.
“Does it really bother you?” Jack asked her, watching as she moved to sit in the chair facing opposite him.
“You have so many secrets, Jack,” she said softly. “Would it kill ya to trust us with some of ‘em?”
“I trust you enough to let you know that no, it definitely wouldn’t kill me,” he said, the corners of his lips began to upturn, though there was a slight bitterness in his voice.
“No one else knows, though.”
“No,” agreed Jack.
“How can we ever put our faith in you,” asked Gwen, “if you have no confidence in us? You hand picked us all to join your team; that already tells you that ya trust us enough in your gut.”
There was silence in the room as the two of them just stared at each other, neither determined to lose the battle. Jack, in the back of his mind, fancied that even a Weeping Angel would have lost this contest.
Just as suddenly as the silence fell, Jack got up from his seat and walked around his desk and knelt beside Gwen. “I don’t deserve your trust,” he explained as Gwen listened with interest. “That’s part of the reason I don’t like to share about my past; I’m not very proud of it. But I am proud of you,” he told her, staring into her eyes. A moment later he turned from her gaze, “All of you,” he stammered. He stood up then. “I may not have been born Jack Harkness, but that’s who I am now. It’s who I want to be.”
When he finished talking, Gwen rose from her chair to stand next to him at eye level. “Okay, Jack,” she said soothingly, taking his hand in hers and stroking it gently.
He kissed her lightly on the temple. “Thank you, Gwen Cooper.”
Mini-Fill
A/N: Pardon if they sound in any way OOC. I haven't written for Torchwood in a long, long while.
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“So what’s your real name, then?” a Welsh voice asked.
Jack looked up from the paperwork on his desk and gazed at the sight of Gwen Cooper standing in the doorway of his office, leaning against the post with a look that revealed a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and just a hint of anger.
“Pardon?” asked Jack, leaning back in his chair.
Gwen stepped forward into the room. “We all know now that ‘Captain Jack Harkness’ was a name you’ve stolen-”
“I prefer borrowed,” Jack interjected.
“Oh, so you were gonna return it then, were ya?” Gwen inquired, raising her brow.
“Does it really bother you?” Jack asked her, watching as she moved to sit in the chair facing opposite him.
“You have so many secrets, Jack,” she said softly. “Would it kill ya to trust us with some of ‘em?”
“I trust you enough to let you know that no, it definitely wouldn’t kill me,” he said, the corners of his lips began to upturn, though there was a slight bitterness in his voice.
“No one else knows, though.”
“No,” agreed Jack.
“How can we ever put our faith in you,” asked Gwen, “if you have no confidence in us? You hand picked us all to join your team; that already tells you that ya trust us enough in your gut.”
There was silence in the room as the two of them just stared at each other, neither determined to lose the battle. Jack, in the back of his mind, fancied that even a Weeping Angel would have lost this contest.
Just as suddenly as the silence fell, Jack got up from his seat and walked around his desk and knelt beside Gwen. “I don’t deserve your trust,” he explained as Gwen listened with interest. “That’s part of the reason I don’t like to share about my past; I’m not very proud of it. But I am proud of you,” he told her, staring into her eyes. A moment later he turned from her gaze, “All of you,” he stammered. He stood up then. “I may not have been born Jack Harkness, but that’s who I am now. It’s who I want to be.”
When he finished talking, Gwen rose from her chair to stand next to him at eye level. “Okay, Jack,” she said soothingly, taking his hand in hers and stroking it gently.
He kissed her lightly on the temple. “Thank you, Gwen Cooper.”