Challenge 674 - No words
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m_findlowTitle: No words
Character: Gwen, Rhys, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 674 - Speak at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100
Summary: Gwen has lost her voice when she needs it most. A double drabble.
Gwen stopped fighting the tears that spilled down her cheeks as she stared at the two graves. There were no bodies down there. Nothing to disturb the fresh green grass that sat beneath the headstones. They were just place markers for the friends that were no longer with them.
She wanted to say something, to find words that would describe and honour the heroic and caring people who'd become almost like a family to her, but even though a million kind and wonderful things raced around in her head, all vying to be the thing that represented what they'd meant to her, she couldn't make her voice sound them out.
It was just the five of them, her and Rhys, Jack and Ianto, and Martha who'd come all the way from Brussels to pay her respects. It was wrong that there was no one else here. Not Owen's family or Tosh's. They had their own private service and none of them could bring themselves to face the unknown families of the friends they'd loved.
She waited for Jack to speak, to fill the void she couldn't fill herself, but he stood there stoic and silent. There simply were no words.
Character: Gwen, Rhys, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 674 - Speak at
tw100Summary: Gwen has lost her voice when she needs it most. A double drabble.
Gwen stopped fighting the tears that spilled down her cheeks as she stared at the two graves. There were no bodies down there. Nothing to disturb the fresh green grass that sat beneath the headstones. They were just place markers for the friends that were no longer with them.
She wanted to say something, to find words that would describe and honour the heroic and caring people who'd become almost like a family to her, but even though a million kind and wonderful things raced around in her head, all vying to be the thing that represented what they'd meant to her, she couldn't make her voice sound them out.
It was just the five of them, her and Rhys, Jack and Ianto, and Martha who'd come all the way from Brussels to pay her respects. It was wrong that there was no one else here. Not Owen's family or Tosh's. They had their own private service and none of them could bring themselves to face the unknown families of the friends they'd loved.
She waited for Jack to speak, to fill the void she couldn't fill herself, but he stood there stoic and silent. There simply were no words.
