The Hub: After Hours
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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The Hub: After Hours
"Anyone still here?"
Gwen's voice reverberated around the cavernous chamber of the Hub, as her eyes wandered around first the large group of desks that sit I'm the middle, before scanning the huge web of balconies and structural supports suspended above her. As far as she could tell no one was there. 'Good', she thought, 'at least it'll be less awkward getting my stuff.' She didn't want to see any of her teammates, because in her first days at Torchwood she had developed a habit of leaving things behind at the Hub, preoccupied with the new sights of each day as Jack had continued to introduce her to this bizarre new reality of aliens and the Rift. While that habit had attracted slight chagrin from the rest of Torchwood 3, she had managed to get over it fairly quickly and didn’t want to risk a repeat.
With that worry in her mind gone though, she hurriedly walked to her desk and began shuffling through the assortment of papers, pizza boxes and alien artefacts, looking past a Valexian energy compressor and a recently discovered emotion scanner to find her mobile phone. Quickly grabbing the rest of her belongings, she chucked the rest of it in her bag and hurried back towards the rolling door. She wanted to spend as little time as possible here, seeing as Rhys was away on an overnight haulage conference (or something like that, to be honest, she hadn’t really been paying attention seeing as she was on a Weevil hunt when Rhys had been telling on her mobile.) Regardless, that meant that she had the flat all to herself, and that meant a full night of films and chocolate was planned.
She was allowing her mind to drift into expectation over this when, just as she was about to trigger the alarm for the main doors when she noticed the sound of spraying water. She was certain that it was the showers; it was a little known fact that the Hub contained full showers suites; presumably aliens had the same tendency to explode all over you like they did now when they first built the place. She knew she should just continue on, so what, one of the team had stayed back and had decided to catch a shower at the Hub before they went home. On the other hand, Torchwood had taught her an invaluable sense of curiosity, and she didn’t feel that this was the time she wanted to start losing it. Besides, in the end she knew who it was going to be, and she couldn’t resist taking a small peek.
Slowly creeping through the twisting spaces formed by the haphazard arrangement of their HQ, she made her trepid venture into the communal showers. While she tried to fool herself into thinking she just wanted to see who it was, everyone else, as nice as the Torchwood showers were, usually preferred to go home, if only because it meant they could escape the horrors of their torturous jobs quickly. So, that left the only person that didn’t have somewhere to go other than the Hub; Jack. And it was on that thought that Gwen’s mouth hit the floor.
Gwen's voice reverberated around the cavernous chamber of the Hub, as her eyes wandered around first the large group of desks that sit I'm the middle, before scanning the huge web of balconies and structural supports suspended above her. As far as she could tell no one was there. 'Good', she thought, 'at least it'll be less awkward getting my stuff.' She didn't want to see any of her teammates, because in her first days at Torchwood she had developed a habit of leaving things behind at the Hub, preoccupied with the new sights of each day as Jack had continued to introduce her to this bizarre new reality of aliens and the Rift. While that habit had attracted slight chagrin from the rest of Torchwood 3, she had managed to get over it fairly quickly and didn’t want to risk a repeat.
With that worry in her mind gone though, she hurriedly walked to her desk and began shuffling through the assortment of papers, pizza boxes and alien artefacts, looking past a Valexian energy compressor and a recently discovered emotion scanner to find her mobile phone. Quickly grabbing the rest of her belongings, she chucked the rest of it in her bag and hurried back towards the rolling door. She wanted to spend as little time as possible here, seeing as Rhys was away on an overnight haulage conference (or something like that, to be honest, she hadn’t really been paying attention seeing as she was on a Weevil hunt when Rhys had been telling on her mobile.) Regardless, that meant that she had the flat all to herself, and that meant a full night of films and chocolate was planned.
She was allowing her mind to drift into expectation over this when, just as she was about to trigger the alarm for the main doors when she noticed the sound of spraying water. She was certain that it was the showers; it was a little known fact that the Hub contained full showers suites; presumably aliens had the same tendency to explode all over you like they did now when they first built the place. She knew she should just continue on, so what, one of the team had stayed back and had decided to catch a shower at the Hub before they went home. On the other hand, Torchwood had taught her an invaluable sense of curiosity, and she didn’t feel that this was the time she wanted to start losing it. Besides, in the end she knew who it was going to be, and she couldn’t resist taking a small peek.
Slowly creeping through the twisting spaces formed by the haphazard arrangement of their HQ, she made her trepid venture into the communal showers. While she tried to fool herself into thinking she just wanted to see who it was, everyone else, as nice as the Torchwood showers were, usually preferred to go home, if only because it meant they could escape the horrors of their torturous jobs quickly. So, that left the only person that didn’t have somewhere to go other than the Hub; Jack. And it was on that thought that Gwen’s mouth hit the floor.