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TORCHWOOD: Where Favours Get You
Title: Where Favours Get You
Characters/Pairing: Andy, Gwen and Jack
Word Count: 846
Rating: PG
Summary: Andy always got suspicious when the word "favour" came from Gwen's mouth.
Notes: Written for
writerinadrawer round 2.09. AU from "Everything Changes".
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all characters belong to the BBC, and I'm making no profit from this story.
Andy's mobile rang, and he practically dove for it across his desk. There were a few scattered snickers around the room, and he glowered. Honestly, you admit one little crush and suddenly everyone's eying you and snickering.
"Gwen! Where are you?" She should've been here a half-hour ago, and Gwen wasn't often late without Andy knowing why.
"I'm sick," she said, voice scratchy on the other end of the line. "I just wanted to let you know-"
"Gwen!" Andy protested. "You're just going to leave me here?"
"Rhys won't let me out of bed. What do you want me to do?"
"Since when do you listen to what Rhys tells you?" He was getting loud, and annoyed looks. Andy sighed and stood to head out to the hall, phone still plastered to his ear.
"Well, next time there's a murder in the pouring rain, I'll try not to stand out in it so long, is that better?" Andy rolled his eyes, but Gwen went on before he could answer. "Listen, I need you to do me a favour, alright?"
Any time the word "favour" came from Gwen's mouth, Andy got suspicious. He sighed and glanced to the ceiling. Even over the phone, Gwen's silence was... eloquent. He could imagine the look on her face, the raised eyebrows and the slightly pursed lips.
"What do you need?" he sighed finally, and was slightly mollified that he could hear Gwen smile on the end of the line.
"Could you check the time of death on the body last night? And ask after a Captain Jack Harkness? The man in the gray coat."
Andy considered. Thought about asking if this might be cold medicine going to her head. And finally, reluctantly, asked why.
*
This was the trouble doing favours for Gwen. He agreed before he knew what she wanted, and then ended up hearing about dead men coming to life and men in greatcoats and it all sounded mad. Andy, deciding he actually agreed with Rhys for once, told Gwen to go back to sleep and call him when she felt better.
He asked after the time of death, though, and tried to find her Captain Jack Harkness. Might as well humor the sick woman. What he got was a missing captain from World War II, and a time of death that was exactly as it should be, well before Torchwood arrived on the scene.
Andy made a mental note to thank Gwen for a waste of time.
*
The last thing Andy remembered was breaking up a pub fight, a broken arm - which he felt certain wouldn't have happened if Gwen were there - going to the hospital to get it set, and then... nothing. He woke up in his bed with a dry mouth and a headache, and decided he absolutely didn't want to know why.
When he got to work, Gwen was already there. Still sniffling, her desk covered in tissues, but there. "Well, we make a fine pair," Andy commented as he pulled up a chair beside her.
"I'm feeling better, and Rhys- What happened to your arm?"
"Pub brawl," he said with a sigh, glancing to the cast on his arm. "It was a hell of a day." Even if he can't remember most of it.
"Did you find anything about Jack Harkness?"
Andy stopped. Frowned. "Who?"
"Jack Harkn- Andy, you called me yesterday from the Plass! You said you found something..."
Andy stared at her in blank incomprehension.
*
This was what happened when he agreed to do favours for Gwen. He ended up on the top of a building with a strange man, with a strange woman's blood dried on his hands and face. Andy looked at Jack, and then away quickly. Jack scared him, for more reasons than that he came back from the dead.
"Is every day like this for you?" Andy asked at length, if only because he had to say something to break the silence.
Jack chuckled, and flashed a smile that Andy caught out of the corner of his eye. "Pretty much. What do you think?"
"I think..." Andy looked over the bay, and shivered a little in the chilly morning air. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself, the cast on his arm digging into his ribs. "I think it's mad. I think you all are."
"You're joking."
Andy raised his eyebrows, actually meeting Jack's eyes for a moment.
"You're not joking. After everything you saw last night, you still-"
"Just because it's real doesn't make it any less mad."
"Fair point. Still. Torchwood's got a vacancy. You could get used to it. If you're interested."
Andy looked away from him, and took a breath. The air stung, icy, and it brought him back to something resembling reality. This could be his life. Strange creatures and secrets. Darkness and walking dead. Madness, dark and wonderful and terrifying.
He opened his mouth to answer, without knowing what his response would be.
Characters/Pairing: Andy, Gwen and Jack
Word Count: 846
Rating: PG
Summary: Andy always got suspicious when the word "favour" came from Gwen's mouth.
Notes: Written for
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Disclaimer: Torchwood and all characters belong to the BBC, and I'm making no profit from this story.
Andy's mobile rang, and he practically dove for it across his desk. There were a few scattered snickers around the room, and he glowered. Honestly, you admit one little crush and suddenly everyone's eying you and snickering.
"Gwen! Where are you?" She should've been here a half-hour ago, and Gwen wasn't often late without Andy knowing why.
"I'm sick," she said, voice scratchy on the other end of the line. "I just wanted to let you know-"
"Gwen!" Andy protested. "You're just going to leave me here?"
"Rhys won't let me out of bed. What do you want me to do?"
"Since when do you listen to what Rhys tells you?" He was getting loud, and annoyed looks. Andy sighed and stood to head out to the hall, phone still plastered to his ear.
"Well, next time there's a murder in the pouring rain, I'll try not to stand out in it so long, is that better?" Andy rolled his eyes, but Gwen went on before he could answer. "Listen, I need you to do me a favour, alright?"
Any time the word "favour" came from Gwen's mouth, Andy got suspicious. He sighed and glanced to the ceiling. Even over the phone, Gwen's silence was... eloquent. He could imagine the look on her face, the raised eyebrows and the slightly pursed lips.
"What do you need?" he sighed finally, and was slightly mollified that he could hear Gwen smile on the end of the line.
"Could you check the time of death on the body last night? And ask after a Captain Jack Harkness? The man in the gray coat."
Andy considered. Thought about asking if this might be cold medicine going to her head. And finally, reluctantly, asked why.
This was the trouble doing favours for Gwen. He agreed before he knew what she wanted, and then ended up hearing about dead men coming to life and men in greatcoats and it all sounded mad. Andy, deciding he actually agreed with Rhys for once, told Gwen to go back to sleep and call him when she felt better.
He asked after the time of death, though, and tried to find her Captain Jack Harkness. Might as well humor the sick woman. What he got was a missing captain from World War II, and a time of death that was exactly as it should be, well before Torchwood arrived on the scene.
Andy made a mental note to thank Gwen for a waste of time.
The last thing Andy remembered was breaking up a pub fight, a broken arm - which he felt certain wouldn't have happened if Gwen were there - going to the hospital to get it set, and then... nothing. He woke up in his bed with a dry mouth and a headache, and decided he absolutely didn't want to know why.
When he got to work, Gwen was already there. Still sniffling, her desk covered in tissues, but there. "Well, we make a fine pair," Andy commented as he pulled up a chair beside her.
"I'm feeling better, and Rhys- What happened to your arm?"
"Pub brawl," he said with a sigh, glancing to the cast on his arm. "It was a hell of a day." Even if he can't remember most of it.
"Did you find anything about Jack Harkness?"
Andy stopped. Frowned. "Who?"
"Jack Harkn- Andy, you called me yesterday from the Plass! You said you found something..."
Andy stared at her in blank incomprehension.
This was what happened when he agreed to do favours for Gwen. He ended up on the top of a building with a strange man, with a strange woman's blood dried on his hands and face. Andy looked at Jack, and then away quickly. Jack scared him, for more reasons than that he came back from the dead.
"Is every day like this for you?" Andy asked at length, if only because he had to say something to break the silence.
Jack chuckled, and flashed a smile that Andy caught out of the corner of his eye. "Pretty much. What do you think?"
"I think..." Andy looked over the bay, and shivered a little in the chilly morning air. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself, the cast on his arm digging into his ribs. "I think it's mad. I think you all are."
"You're joking."
Andy raised his eyebrows, actually meeting Jack's eyes for a moment.
"You're not joking. After everything you saw last night, you still-"
"Just because it's real doesn't make it any less mad."
"Fair point. Still. Torchwood's got a vacancy. You could get used to it. If you're interested."
Andy looked away from him, and took a breath. The air stung, icy, and it brought him back to something resembling reality. This could be his life. Strange creatures and secrets. Darkness and walking dead. Madness, dark and wonderful and terrifying.
He opened his mouth to answer, without knowing what his response would be.