Gwen Cooper (pc_cooper) wrote,
Gwen Cooper

Canon: End of Days

The flat in Cardiff.

The sun streams through the curtains in the bedroom. The green and red ones that Gwen is so fond of.

Gwen, with her hand against Rhys' shoulder, and a slight smile on her face, gazes down at his sleeping form.

Or supposed sleeping form.

"You know it's rude to stare." He murmurs with eyes closed.

She bursts out laughing, her nose wrinkling in delight.

Giggling, "I thought telepathy would get you to make me a cuppa."

He turns into her, fingers caressing her elbow as her hand slides up his neck, looking down at him.

"What's it worth?"

"What do you want?"

"I'll draw you a diagram, shall I?" He says softly before reaching up to cup the back of her head, bringing her down for a kiss.

A long kiss. A...very long kiss.

A quick kiss later, he rolls out of bed. Gwen grins, "Nice arse!"

Rhys pauses in the doorway and slaps his bum in a shave and a haircut rhythym. Gwen laughs unabashed, before covering her mouth as the phone rings. She goes for it--

"Don't answer it."

She stops giggling as she notices the caller id.

Torchwood. Who else.

Solemn: "Yep?"

Jack asks her a very simple question. "You watching the news?"

Gwen sits on the corner of the table in her robe, as Rhys is busy in the kitchen, making coffee.

"There's speculation that the incidents overnight may be linked. Initial reports suggested terrorist involvement."
Gwen turns to glance at Rhys before turning back to the tv.

"But this morning, some intelligence experts have claimed the incidents may be a stunt. The first sightings were of UFOs over the Taj Mahal in India."

She raises her eyebrows at the footage of UFOs hovering in India. Her eyes glance over the captions (Beatles on the roof of Abbey Road studios, fears of guillotine appearance in Paris, samurai warror on the rampage in Tokyo subway system) as the reporter continues.

"They came in just after midnight. In London this morning there were reports of men in historic dress firing upon police. Some religious groups are claiming events overnight are vindication of their teachings."

Rhys comes to sit on the couch, in his robe now. "Do you think it's terrorists?"

"Terrorists bomb things. This is different." She says, intently watching the interviews of religious groups.

"People didn't believe us. Now they should. Judgement day is finally here! This is the End of Days!"

Gwen swallows hard.
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At the hub, Ianto is reading quietly from the bible as Torchwood sit grimly at the workstations. "And I heard but did not understand and I said, 'Master, what is the End of all these things?' And he said, 'Go, Daniel, for the things are closed up and sealed until the end of time.' Daniel 12, verse 10."

"Sounds a bit close for comfort," Gwen murmurs.

Owen shakes his head, glaring at a piece of technology. "Machine's on the blink," he mutters, then looks up when Ianto puts the bible aside. "Sorry, don't let me stop your portents of doom. Or have you finished?"

"No," Ianto replies, as Jack makes his way down from his office. "Plenty more where that came from. Abaddon, the Great Devourer, who'll lead the world into shadow."

"Yeah, thanks, Ianto," Jack says sharply. "I can do without the superstition. You people love any story that denies the randomness of existence."

"...Thanks. That makes me feel better," Ianto replies dryly, as Jack looks about him.

"Okay, I've been fielding calls all night," he says. It also explains some of why he's currently so very pissy. "The government, UNIT, the CIA ... half the western world and a good portion of the Eastern are asking the same question: Is this anything to do with us?"

And is it?

"I've run a profile on every reported temporal anomaly and tracked any physical or temporal pattern," says Toshiko, and calls up a map, showing the splintering rift as a pattern of red lines radiating outwards from one central point. Cardiff.

Gwen swears, and Jack has to pause for a second to bite back rising fury.

"The cracks in time trace back here to the rift. This city -- this Hub -- is the center. What you're seeing around the world are ripples and aftershocks. The rift is splintering because of you." He turns directly to Owen. Anger-management was never his strong point.

Owen looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. "What?"

"You opened the Rift without knowing what you were doing," Jack continues, voice deceptively level. "You've caused the temporal cracks to widen. Time is seeping through."

The doctor narrows his eyes, angry and guilty. "If it wasn't for me, you two would still be in the 1940s! So are we going to sit around crying into our lattes, or shall we do something about it?"

Jack pauses, then nods. They have to do something, Owen's right about that much. "Bring those who've fallen through time back here, into the vaults."

"And do what with them?" The others have all fallen silent, just watching Jack and Owen argue.

"We'll deal with phase one first, then I’ll tell you about phase two."

"You can't control time. You can’t send them back!" Owen says, voice rising to a shout. "What are you gonna do?!"

Jack shout loud enough to match him, eyes blazing with rage before he gets hold of it again. "We'll think of something!"

There is a sudden silence as everyone searches for words and comes up with nothing. "Hey," Jack says finally, and softly. "This is not the end of the world. I'm certain of that."

A computer beeps, and after a moments hesitation, Ianto goes to see what it is. "Priority one attendance requested at the hospital. Mortality rate's gone through the roof -- They're sealing off the area and designating it a hot zone."

Jack nods grimly as Owen promptly volunteers, "Tosh, go with him."

She nods and steers the doctor out over his protests. "You'll be even better with me alongside," she assures him. "Shut up and come on."

Leaving Jack with Ianto, getting on with his job, and Gwen, glaring at him as if he has no right to so much as move away before she's done. "Did you have to pick on him in public like that?" she demands.

"All our actions have consequences," he says evenly.

"And all your staff have feelings, Jack," she continues, as if that's relevant in the least, "Even Owen."

"Well, you would know," he says sharply, too tired and angry to use logic and taking the more immediately satisfying route before turning away.

Gwen stands in stunned silence for a few moments before trying again. "He brought you back," she says, just as her phone starts to ring, "Would you rather be stuck in World War II?"

Jack doesn't reply.


April 2 2008, 21:33:14 UTC 9 years ago Edited:  April 7 2008, 05:11:03 UTC

She's finally got her phone out of her pocket when Jack doesn't answer. Glowering at him, she presses a button and says, "Hello."

It's Andy. He says he didn't know who else to call, and that she should get down here. Then he mutters something about a Roman soldier.

Gwen and Jack hurry down to the police station and when they get there, Andy shows them a man on a direct feed from a cell...dressed like a Roman soldier, and yelling in a foreign language.

"Double murder. Stabbed two blokes in Penarth. Brutal, it was. No mercy." Andy tells them, drawling in his Welsh accent. "What are we supposed to do? He doesn't speak a word of English, and he's dressed as a bloody Roman soldier!"

Jack corrects him, saying he's not dressed like one, he is one...and he's yelling in Latin. And that he came from a crack in time.

Gwen watches Andy's face carefully, and notes how it ranges from incredulous to disbelieving. He calls them mad, Mulder and Scully, and then asks what they're supposed to do with someone from that time.

She feels relieved...either he thinks they really are mad, or maybe he's going to take all of this easier than she thought anyone would. Jack gets ready to go in the cell, making a quip, and jumps in. Gwen shuts the door after him, left alone with Andy.

"Everyone's saying it, you know," Andy murmurs to her. "In work, on the streets. Do you think this is the end of the world?"

Gwen smiles at him. And it takes her a moment to be able to actually make it convincing. "Oh, Andy, don't be silly. Do you think the world's gonna end on your shift?"

Andy gave her a look. "I've seen you use that smile on a lot of people."

Gwen freezes for a moment, her smile going a little stale. "What smile?"

"The smile you use to reassure people when deep down you know everything's gone to shit." He says seriously, quietly. Her smile fades and she looks away.
At the hospital, a doctor in a biohazard suit briefs a similarly dressed Owen and Tosh.

"This was the first one to die," he says. "No ID on her. She just appeared in the middle of A&E. Nobody saw her come through the doors. She didn't register at the desk."

"So what happened?" Tosh asks.

"She started coughing up blood. We moved her into isolation immediately. An hour or so later, the staff started presenting similar symptoms." He indicates one of the areas surrounded by plastic quarantine curtains and leads them inside.

Owen begins inspecting the dead woman as Tosh asks, "Which were?

"Bite-like bumps on the skin, chills, fever, headaches, along with black patches on the skin."

"Indicating bleeding into the skin and possibly other organs," Owen murmurs.

"From the staff, it started spreading into other patients who'd been in reception when she came in."

As Owen goes over the body, Tosh opens the bag holding the woman's possessions.

"These aren't contemporary clothes," she points out.

"Her teeth aren't exactly modern-style, either." Owen pushes her lips back with a cotton swab, then lets them fall back into place. "Shit."

"As soon as we realized the rate of infection, we closed down the whole area."

"How many others are infected?" Owen asks, pushing out of the plastic curtains.

"Thirty, maybe forty."

"All quarantined off?"

"We think so."

"Then have their clothes and sheets destroyed immediately."

The doctor nods and moves off as Owen begins to inspect another body.

"What is it?" Tosh asks quietly.

"That woman isn't from this century," he responds, taking deep breaths. "More like the fourteenth. It's the, it's the fucking," he takes another breath, "Black Death, Tosh. She's infected Cardiff A&E with the plague and it's my fault.

The doctor returns, wringing his hands. "The team are instigating procedures."

Owen and Tosh nod and begin to leave, Owen giving orders without turning.

"The infected will need thirty milligrams of Streptomycin and Chloramphenicol plus two of Tetracycline."

"That's plague medicine," the doctor responds in disbelief. "Standard issue for bubonic."

Owen stops, turns, and heads back. "Well done, House. That's what you're up against."

"So what are you gonna do now?"

"Well, you’re a hospital. You've got procedures, haven't you?"

"Yes," the doctor mumbles nervously, "but everybody said Torchwood would sort it out. What if we get more carriers appearing out of the blue?"

"We're working to stop that," Tosh assures him, turning to leave again.

"We waited for you!" the man shouts after them. 'You've got to stop this! You've gotta do something!"

"No, you've gotta do something," Owen shoots back angrily. "People are dropping through time and they are going to bring every disease in history through your doors. So you'd better be ready."

"Owen ..." Tosh says warningly, but he doesn't listen.

"You scared enough yet? 'Cause fuck knows I am!" He turns and storms away, beckoning with his hand. "Come on, Tosh!"

She follows him, calling over her shoulder to the doctor, "Make sure they get the medicine. Call us if things get worse."

He just stands there, covered in a white suit among sections and sections of white plastic hiding bodies covered in white sheets. He just stands there and stares after them.

"How much worse can they get?"