his_sarah_jane: (grin)
Happy birthdays, Ianto and Gethin.

Please, don't do anything drastic to celebrate. And I mean that last part specifically for you, Gethin.

Enjoy, although I'm certain you will.
his_sarah_jane: (writing)
105. TEN things you would leave to your loved ones (and who they are) when you die.

1. [Milliways] To my dearest James, I would leave all my possessions to do with as you please. I would hope more than anything that you would keep my wedding band and engagement ring to remember what we once had. However, I am praying that my life with you will be just as it is in the movies: long lives for the both of us, seeing Valerie grow and find a family of her own, and that happy ending we both deserve.

2. [Milliways] To Valerie, my darling daughter, I don’t care how old you are when I pass, but more than anything I want you to have the stuffed owl my father gave me. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, aside from you and your daddy, of course. I’d also want you to have my TARDIS key and remember that not everything you read in a fictional novel is, indeed, fictional.

3. [Milliways] Sam: my death was not James’ fault so don’t you dare go blaming him for it. If Valerie ever comes into bar, I’m trusting you to look after her. In fact, I’ll leave you my camera as a sign of good will. Use it well, eh?

4. [Canon] Doctor, take care of K-9, will you? He’s been an amazing friend all these years. Thank you for leaving him to me. Also, make sure Mr Smith doesn’t cause any havoc please.

5. [Canon] My aunt passed on to me her home and I want to pass it on to you, Luke. I never thought I would have a son, let alone one as brilliant as you have been. I know you will take care of all those daft alien gadgets I have lying around. You’ll always make me proud.

6. [Canon] Maria: I want you to take the alien communicator the Starpoet gave me. I hope it’ll aid you in your own adventures some day.

7. [Canon] I guess I didn’t make it, did I Harry? Tell my aunt that I was working as a journalistic correspondent for UNIT and died well. If I can trust anyone to do that job, it’s you. The Doctor’ll probably just leave my body where it is. I never pictured him for the sentimental type. See that my belongings in my South Croydon flat are taking care of? And keep the typewriter for yourself. It’s an antique, but still works quite well. She’s always served me well, at least.

8. [Twood Hub, future] Ewan, leman, I know you’ll outlive me. I know that you will find new loves after me. But I do hope that you won’t ever forget me. There are so many things I could leave you – most of my belongings as you (and our children) are the closest I have to family here. I would, however, specifically leave to you keep that necklace you gave me after the twins were conceived.

9. [Twood Hub] Gethin Jones, if my death is any way connected to you, I’m coming back and haunting you. That aside, you see, you’ve become one of my best mates here in Torchwood. So I want you to have that strange looking burnt golden plant sitting on my desk. It’s from Delta Upsilon Nine. I tried to leave it with the Doctor, but he insisted he was better off alone. Talk to it; you’ll be surprised.

10. [Twood Hub] You took me in when I had been left behind, gave me a new career that eventually led me back to the one I adore, and introduced me to the man I love. I don’t know how to ever repay you, Jack, for everything that you’ve done. It’s been some life working for you. Thank you. In my flat, I have a thickly bound first edition copy of the Sherlock Holmes adventures. We went back to visit Arthur years after our first encounter and he presented it to me as a thank you for the inspiration. Enjoy, will you?
his_sarah_jane: (bright grin)
1. Make a list of the gifts that you would give to other people, if money and power were no object.

[ooc: Individuals mentioned from a variety of different games/verses/what have you. Point is? They are all individuals on her friends list that Sarah has gifts in mind for.]

[livejournal.com profile] born_running: A trip about the galaxy, completely danger free and preferably with the Doctor and K-9 joining us.

[livejournal.com profile] callitavesper: What do you give the man who has given you something as precious as a daughter, a husband and a proper family? I wish I could give you everything your heart desired. In the end, I think the only gift I can give you is the promise that I will always, always be there for you. I love you. And, materialistically? It would most certainly be a framed photograph of our family.

[livejournal.com profile] clever_wanderer: I think a box of tissues might be appropriate, considering all the crying I seem to do around you. But any gift? I’d find some way to fix the TARDIS for you. I know you aren’t happy with the way she’s acting right now. I just… oh, I wish I could make everything right for you.

[livejournal.com profile] cocky_cockney: Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. :D?

[livejournal.com profile] coffeekingianto: A pretty little China teapot and some Darjeeling tea. If that doesn’t convince you of tea’s value, I honestly don’t know what will.

[livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor: I think you need a bright pink teddy bear that says best mum. You certainly can be to Luke when you want to.

[livejournal.com profile] exiled_prof: Perhaps… oh, if I could give you anything? It might just be a child.

[livejournal.com profile] gethin_jones: An extra helmet for whenever he’s not alone on his bike.

[livejournal.com profile] hapan_heiress: A shopping spree at Hamley’s.

[livejournal.com profile] i_heart_winona: A weapon good enough to replace Wynonna.

[livejournal.com profile] izzie_mcphee: Most definitely a good pair of running shoes.

[livejournal.com profile] j_harkness11: I think I may just be willing to offer to babysit at some point so you and Ianto can enjoy some time alone.

[livejournal.com profile] londonsdaughter: A practical guide on how to travel with the Doctor, complete with illustrations on how to best thwack him when not listening. It’ll quite possibly be written by yours truly, if you don’t mind, Donna.

[livejournal.com profile] lost_a_hand: Not quite the best gift in the universe, but a banana milksahke and the promise to be the best companion I ever can from this point out. This time, I’m not giving you any reason to leave me behind.

[livejournal.com profile] lovetolongago: Another kiss. Or, if not, a trip for two to this new Earth we’ve found ourselves on.

[livejournal.com profile] ninewho: A silly Hawaiian shirt, the tackier the better. You need some sort of colour to brighten up your wardrobe.

[livejournal.com profile] not_on_her_own: I know the perfect gift for you, Maria: a leather bound journal so you can start some writings of your own.

[livejournal.com profile] not_tindog: A K-9 unit of your very own. Someone like you ought to have one.

[livejournal.com profile] notanarc: My prized typewriter. I need to give it up sometime, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather give it to than a fellow journalist and a wonderful friend.

[livejournal.com profile] queenofmay: It may be a children’s book, but I think it might give you some insight to what women of both the modern world and the past are quite capable of: Lives of Extraordinary Women. And another book, Literature of the Women’s Suffrage Campaign in England. I do hope you find both useful.

[livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger: I think that, perhaps, I would want to get you a kitten. I have very fond memories of rather enjoying my time with a kitten who had your personality, after all.

[livejournal.com profile] shot_my_shoes: Your own little yacht. Then, if you wanted, you could have your own travels to gloat about someday.

[livejournal.com profile] slasherofprices: If I could control such matters, it would be another chance at life and this time with me and Luke in the picture.

[livejournal.com profile] thecricketer: Would you fancy a new cricket set? I’d even be willing to throw in a game or two with you, if you promise to make the odds more interesting. Say, winner has to treat the other to trip of his or her choice?

[livejournal.com profile] thedoctorwho: A part of me wishes that I could give you my promise that I’ll never do anything to make you cross again, but I know that isn’t true. So it would have to be a photograph I took one day when you were lounging about Milliways. So that you remember that you can always visit me here.

[livejournal.com profile] toshtosh: One of the Doctor’s old sonic screwdrivers.

[livejournal.com profile] velvetdoc: Some silly gizmo that you could have fun playing with. I wouldn’t understand it at all, of course, but I’m certain you’d try to explain to me anyway.

[livejournal.com profile] walkineternity: I would work up the courage to give you the absolute and honest truth about how much I adore you.

[livejournal.com profile] works_in_space: Most certainly another trip to James’ London.
his_sarah_jane: (amused)
Apparently Gethin actually does agree with me about something:

He is, for all intents and purposes, quite better than a bus. So much so, that I decided this was a rather worthy topic to show off my progressing skills with this bloody device.

I am getting better, aren't I?

(Also: while that thing we found may look like a fox, it is, indeed no way a fox - except in Gethin's mind.)
his_sarah_jane: (hmmph)
87. Did you think I wouldn't notice?

“Oh, do you honestly think that I wouldn’t notice, Gethin Jones?” I stand there with my hands on my hips, eying the man in front of me. My eyes have narrowed and there’s a scowl on my face. I sigh, shake my head, and sigh again. “Really!”

“What?” He gives me a look. That exasperated, ‘what now?’ sort of look he tends to take on when we argue. The look that says it’s all my fault when, really, he’s just as much to blame. “What did I do now?”

“You know perfectly well what you did!” As I talk, I jab a finger in his chest, pushing him towards a wall. The two of us had been trapped in this small room for far too long now. It was starting to become claustrophobic. He was starting to become claustrophobic. And there’s fury in my eyes, frustration as I give him a good push. “The absolute last thing I need is a picture of you shagging Owen in my head!”

I’m going bloody mad. There’s no other way to describe it. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew we shouldn’t have touched that flipping device. The strange glowing round orb that had been nestled so perfectly above a mound of dirt at that crash site Gwen sent us to investigate. But quite apparently, Gethin was as bad as the no touching rule as I was.

We reached for it at the same time.

And ever since then, we’ve been stuck in this prison with Owen coming by every couple of hours to monitor us while Tosh and Hugh attempted to find a way to reverse the effects of the device sooner than later.

“All things hoping,” said Jack with a laugh, “and it’ll wear off in a matter of hours. Used to have one of these lying around myself. Greatest sex toy in the whole galaxy: telepathically connects you with your partner for a few hours to intensify the pleasure. Of course, if you’ve been hiding a couple of skeletons in your closet that come out during orgasm…”

He winked and shrugged and wandered off, not before confining the two of us to the Hub until the effects faded. That had been two hours ago. And now?

Now, I’m about absolutely ready to scream. I push him again and he just smirks. “Just admit it: you want me, doll. Can’t get enough of me.”

All of a sudden, I am – no, he is – thinking back to that fantasy he had been playing in his mind since Owen had left after the last checkup. Except now I’m in it, playing nurse to Owen’s doctor as Gethin more than willingly undergoes his ‘physical.’ I blink. And then I shove him hard against the wall.

“Oh, stop!”

He’s still smirking and grinning, like he’s won the lottery or some other daft contest. “I think I’ve figured it out now. I’m gentleman enough to include you in my thoughts, and you respond by shoving me against a wall. Jeez. You just like it rough, don’t you? So yeah, have your way with me. I’m through trying to argue with you, though.”

I stare at him and slowly begin to back away. Gethin takes the opportunity to slip away and spread out on a cot. I sigh, sitting at the edge of the same bed and pointedly looking anywhere but at him. So absolutely infuriating! And he bloody well knows it, for however long this connection persists. It’s not at all like what Ewan shared with me. That was magical. This is just… just impossible!

And more than anything, all this bloody psychic dealings make me miss Ewan even more. I sigh, leaning into my hands and trying not to cry. Today has been far too long and far too tiring. I want to sleep. But I’m afraid of the thoughts that might slip out--

“I’m not one for that long distance thing.” Gethin’s voice interrupts my ponderings. I turn, hesitant but curious, to find that he’s sat up in bed. His arms stretch lazily behind his head and he shrugs. The smirk is gone. He smile is gentler now, more like Ianto’s. “Never have been, love. But he strikes me as the sort of bloke who’s serious about giving it a go. Bet he’ll get a kick out of this whole ordeal when it’s over.”

The words surprise me. He surprises me. I’ve found Gethin has a habit of doing that. Just when I’m quite ready to make a firm judgment of the man, he does something that makes me reconsider everything. I shrug and give a slight smile.

“You know by now that there’s more to me,” he continues, moving an arm to scratch at his hair. “That I’m not a bad person and I just like to rile you up. So quit being all surprised and just, um. I guess, if you ever need a second opinion… or someone to make you forget, I’m getting to know you better right now than anyone else in the Hub. So yeah. I care, Sarah. Happy?”

Happy? The question rings through my head. I shrug slightly, not sure of the answer. I know he’s right about Ewan. And I know he’s right about himself. And, because of this daft, bloody mad alien device, he knows he’s right too. It’s confusing and complicated; makes my head spin and makes me just want to pick a fight with him even more.

His thoughts are whirling around in my head, mingling with mine. He’s thinking about Owen, thinking about Ianto and Bronwyn and even thinking about me. Worrying about me, he is, and what this connection might do to our burgeoning friendship. Wondering why we never seem to get along. It’s almost touching. It almost reminds me of Ewan. Until his mind shifts back to the Dr Harper fantasy, with Nurse Smith still a quite present part.

I shift uncomfortably, trying not to let it affect me. But it does. And he bloody well knows it. Git.

“Gethin?” I finally ask, breaking the rather loud silence. I shouldn’t be doing this. But his thoughts are driving me barmy. He turns to look in my direction and I seize that moment to pin him down on the cot. I look down at him and lick my lips, ignoring the way my hair curtains our faces. “You’re being far too fucking loud. Think you could shut up and kiss me?”

Jack’s right in the end, of course and the one thing Gethin and I can agree on is never to tell him that, that aggravations and frustrations and telepathic connections certainly do make the sex better.

One time isn’t an affair.

Owen won’t realise and Ewan won’t care.

One time doesn’t count.

And yet, he knew I’d notice.

[ooc: based on [livejournal.com profile] twood_hub]


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