Series 1 RP for twmagdalena

[quitehomoerotic]

A rare evening alone and Jack should have known things would never go to plan. He told the team to go home, to have dinner, go to the pub, whatever it is normal people do with their evenings. But he hadn't bargained for the six Weevils that appeared in Cathays park.

He dealt with it, of course, but not before loosing a great amount of blood. Not enough to kill him straight away, but enough to kill him slowly. To wait until he got back to the empty Hub (and oh was he thankful it was empty) and die there. He sat at his desk and tried to stop the bleeding, but there was little that could be done and the next thing he knew was when he was taking a heavy breath and opening his eyes back to life.

It hadn't been a long death, half an hour, maybe. But it was a sluggish one. Took the drive and energy out of him. He sat there in his bloodied clothes, and instead of change, he just sighed. Sighed and looked out of the doors, staring into the nothingness of the empty Hub.

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The only reason she'd come back was that she'd left her wallet in the drawer of her desk. Rhys had said it was no big deal, leave it, get it tomorrow, but she'd heard (and given) one too many don't drive without your license lectures. "I'll be in and out," she'd promised, "I'll meet you and Banana down the pub."

She'd seen him up there, silhouetted by his desk lamp against the glass, and had come in to find him grey and exsanguinated. 'Exsanguinate', such a clinical term. A crime scene term, not a human one. It gave a sort of distance to the fact that the lump of flesh was a human who'd died from bleeding out. She'd always appreciated the distance.

He'd woken up when Suzie had shot him in the head... but Gwen found she couldn't let herself leave until she was sure he was okay. What if it had been a fluke -- he'd said he couldn't die, but what if he were wrong..?

He was out for a while, and it wasn't pretty. Gwen slipped downstairs to make herself a mug of hot sugary tea on the off-change the dull horror she was feeling was actually medical shock, and when she made her way quietly back upstairs, he was awake again.

"Hey," she whispered, cradling the mug in her hands.