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Challenge 825 - On call
Title: On call
Character: Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 825 - Dent at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood doesn't care for personal lives. A double drabble.
"Sorry," came the one word text message on Gwen's phone. She didn't have to ask any questions as to what that meant.
At least when Ianto texted her he sounded genuinely apologetic about it. He knew that she did her best to have a life outside of Torchwood, maintaining her marriage to the most patient man in Wales – or at least the most patient man in Wales after Ianto. Putting up with Jack couldn't be easy either. She at least hoped she was less infuriating than Jack.
Torchwood however had a habit of putting a dent in any plans for a normal life. She knew that, even if it sometimes felt unfair. None of them deserved to have their lives thrown upside down at a moment's notice, ending any hopes of a romantic dinner date or perhaps just being lazy on the couch watching TV, but who else was going to protect Cardiff from what the rest of the universe inflicted upon them?
Her phone beeped again. "Hustle!" That was Jack. No sense of subtlety.
"Tell your boyfriend to keep his shirt on," she texted Ianto back.
"That's mostly what's got him in such a foul mood," came the reply.
"Sorry," came the one word text message on Gwen's phone. She didn't have to ask any questions as to what that meant.
At least when Ianto texted her he sounded genuinely apologetic about it. He knew that she did her best to have a life outside of Torchwood, maintaining her marriage to the most patient man in Wales – or at least the most patient man in Wales after Ianto. Putting up with Jack couldn't be easy either. She at least hoped she was less infuriating than Jack.
Torchwood however had a habit of putting a dent in any plans for a normal life. She knew that, even if it sometimes felt unfair. None of them deserved to have their lives thrown upside down at a moment's notice, ending any hopes of a romantic dinner date or perhaps just being lazy on the couch watching TV, but who else was going to protect Cardiff from what the rest of the universe inflicted upon them?
Her phone beeped again. "Hustle!" That was Jack. No sense of subtlety.
"Tell your boyfriend to keep his shirt on," she texted Ianto back.
"That's mostly what's got him in such a foul mood," came the reply.
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