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1. The Cardiff night rests heavily over the city.

2. It never ceases to amaze her, really, how people so easily forget.

3. The gunfire broke the air around them.

4. She remembered being that cold and scared once.

5. “What the bloody hell are you doing in here?”

“The Himalayas.”

“Well, to be entirely accurate, Kangchenjunga.”

“Great. You lot have fun.”

“What do you mean 'you lot'? You're going with us, Owen.”

“I don't hike.”

“I don't care.”

“I don't climb snowy mountain ranges.”

“I still don't care.”

“I get extremely moody when I get too cold.”

“So, just a typical day in the office then, yeah?”

“Gwen.”

Her eyes shot up from the screen of her console, and she stared at him with an even gaze. It wasn't a look she was used to giving him – all of this, it was all new. A few weeks ago, they'd been shagging, joking, playing. A few weeks ago, she hadn't been his boss, capable of telling him what to do. ( She'd been the new girl for so long, it hadn't occurred to her she'd ever be anything different. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #320 - What do you command?
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 517

“It's not the mistletoe, is it?” she asked, peeking her head out from behind the desk carefully.

“No, not the mistletoe, just the string with the bells.”

Ianto crouched behind the work station next to her, and he peered across the Hub, his face twisted into a frown.

“Good thing, too. Isn't that stuff poisonous?”

“She's a bit big, Gwen. I don't think it's like feeding mistletoe to a dog.”

To be honest, Gwen was more concerned by the idea of Torchwood's pet taking a fancy to ingesting the occupants of the Hub rather than some simple decorations; but if she had eaten the mistletoe, Gwen didn't want to have to be the one hauling a dead pterodactyl up the lift. Not to mention what would come after; she suspected chucking an extinct specimen into the bay in the middle of the night was probably not Torchwood procedure.

( And if anyone had a procedure on how to handle dead dinosaurs, it was Torchwood. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #315 - Jingle
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 455

ooc: Drabble Meme!
1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.

Characters:
Gwen Cooper, Torchwood (alien_catcher)
Alex Drake, Ashes to Ashes (poshmouthytart)

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