It’s something, Gwen Cooper thought, being a lost child. Always moving, always blown by the wind.

She thought being a Child of Time would fill the void that settled within her, the wound that festered and burned and itched her soul. What was left of her soul, anyway. It was a pathway that had been paved before her, by those greater, those stronger, those he probably loved much, much more. With all she had seen, all she had done, it seemed the next logical step.

( A companion. )

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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Sexual Relations Meme
Verse: Open
Word Count: 677