Torchwood: Fanfic: One perfect day

[m_findlow]

Title: One perfect day
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen, Rhys, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 575 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for juliet316's prompt "Torchwood, author's choice, When the sun comes out in Cardiff, one had to try and enjoy those rare days" at fic_promptly
Summary: Gwen is determined to make the most of today.

Gwen curled her toes, watching the bright red toenails disappear into the long grass. It felt cool between her toes. She lay back in it, stretching her arms out the the sides, sweeping them up and down like she was making a snow angel. The sun beat down on her face as she closed her eyes, feeling her summer dress creep up over her knees. The sun felt so good warming her legs and she continued to lie on the cool grass.

She let her head fall sideways, opening her eyes and coming face to face with the tiny daisy flowers popping out of the lawn. They were so beautiful close up. Why had she never noticed that before? She'd always thought of them as weeds, but they were so cheery looking with their little yellow centres and tiny white petals. She picked one out and dangled it in front of her face, spinning it in slow circles between her fingertips.

'Mellow, yellow, dilly, dally, daisy,' she hummed, making up the tune and the words as she went.

She looked past the daisy in her fingers, letting it blur as she cast her gaze skyward. So blue, she thought, and the clouds drifting by like slow sheep across the sky. She imagines the shapes of the clouds were other things: this one was starfish, that one was a teddy bear. So many animals in the sky. She let her hand drift back down, stroking the grass. It was soft and prickly, hairy and ticklish. It was a wild carpet of softness. She could stay here forever, just lying in the sun.

'Gwen?'

She closed her eyes.

'Gwen?'

'No. No, no, no,' she muttered.

'Gwen,' Rhys repeated a third time, coming to stand over her and blocking the feeling of warmth from the sun with his bulk, casting a shadow over her. 'Your phone's ringing,' he said, holding it out.

She took it and lay her head back down, closing her eyes, not needing to see the caller ID. 'Yeah?'

'Sorry to ruin you day off, Gwen, but we need you here,' Jack apologised.

'One day off, Jack,' she murmured. 'That's all I asked.'

'You know Torchwood,' he replied. 'No such thing.'

She sighed, rolling over onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair fell across her face so she brushed it back one-handed. Then she saw the tray of homemade lemonade sitting on the garden table; the one Rhys had made with lots of fresh lemons and extra ice. He was coming out to join her just as soon as he'd put Anwen down for her nap. 'I reserve the right to hate you forever, Jack Harkness.'

He just chuckled. 'You say that now, but an hour from now you'll swear there's nowhere you'd rather be.'

That was debatable. She picked a stray blade of grass off the summer dress that hadn't seen daylight in twelve months. Whatever it was that needed dealing with, she was certain it couldn't be dealt with easily. If it could, Jack wouldn't have rung her. She sighed. Back in the closet for another year. Along with her perfect sunny day, no doubt.

'I'll be there as soon as I can.'

'No need. We'll pick you up on the way. Be there in less than two minutes.'

She scrambled to her feet, running for the door. Please don't let Rhys have thrown her jeans in the wash!

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[bk_forever]

That'll probably be the only hot, sunny day in the whole year.