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Fic: Wanderers Guild (1/?) 
30th-Jul-2009 09:09 pm
Title: Wanderers Guild: Part One: When All is Said and Done, a Lot More Will Be Said than Done.
Author: addictdtowords
Characters: Gwen and Rhys Williams, PC Andy Davidson, Captain John Hart, Lady Christina De Souza, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith.
Spoilers: Torchwood S1-3, Doctor Who S1-4.
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary Jack may have given up on Torchwood Three but Gwen will be damned if she is.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Torchwood or Doctor Who however RTD used to own my soul, now he just owns my firey burning rage. ; )
Notes: As many of the fans out there have expressed Children of Earth just didn’t sit right with me. So I’m trying to salvage what’s left of the ruins and rebuild using what I’ve got. But I really just wish I could bring Ianto back and have him be devilishly handsome in his suits. Instead, I’m writing about life without Ianto. Which is sad but hopefully I can make some people out there feel better about the slap in the face RTD has given us. Also, this is unbeta'd.

Oh and the title is taken from an Armor for sleep song which has nothing to do with the fic but is a lovely song all the same.

x-posted at: torchwood_decaf, spooky_andy, torchwood_fic, and torchwoodcoffee.

“Andy Davidson walks down the dank Cardiff streets, pulling up the collar of his jacket to keep warm. He walks into the coffee shop soaking wet and grimaces as the ding of the bell over the door chimes. He spots Gwen at a table in the back corner looking over some files. She grins up at him when he finally reaches the table.

She stands up and hugs him. “Andy.” She says his name with more fondness than he ever remembers her using before.

And despite himself he smiles meekly. “Hey.”

She gestures for him to sit down and signals the waitress over. She orders for both of them, tea for her, and coffee for him. She still remembers how he likes his coffee, which for some reason makes him smile.

“How’ve you been?” She asks almost cautiously as if he had been the one who had lost his entire team, not the other way around.

“Good. Hanging on anyway. You?”

“It’s been tough…we’ve all been through worse though.”

“Have we?” He almost scoffs at the idea. As if aliens wanting to take children happened everyday. And in Gwen’s world Andy supposes it does.

The mood of the chatter goes down a bit and the numbers 4, 5 and 6 are never mentioned. As with most things in society that are horrible and hard to deal with it gets glossed over and forgotten about. They make more awkward small talk before Gwen lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Look I invited you here to—“

“Let me know you’re pregnant? Cause I can see that.”

“No it’s…I’ve come to offer you a job.”

“…As your nanny?”

She sighs possibly more put out than before. “At Torchwood. I’ve come to offer you a job with Torchwood.”



“I don’t—“

“Oh don’t act like you’re not going to take this. You’ve been wanting in for years now.”

Andy sighs at Gwen’s presumptuousness. “Of course I wanted in. Your job seemed glamorous then. It was all chasing down weevils and shiny SUV’s and weapons the size of small cars. Now I know what it’s really like Gwen. And because of it Torchwood’s kind of lost its shiny newness.”

“Look you know that I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important to me.”


“And what?”

“Oh there’s always an and.”

“…And our numbers are down and we need you and you’d be a great asset.”

“And you’re full of it.”

“No Andy I’m serious. We need you. You helped us out in the past, now you can do that but all the time.”

“How down are your numbers?”

“Two. Just me and Rhys.”

“And Harkness.”

“Jack took…an indefinite amount of time off. Ianto’s death really hit hard for him.”

“So what, he just runs off then? Leaving you to fight in his stead, pregnant?”

“I’m perfectly capable of—“

“No you’re not Gwen, your seven months pregnant. You can’t be chasing after aliens just praying your water doesn’t break.”

“So you’ll join us then?”

“Oh now wait a tick I didn’t say I’d join you.”

“But you’re going to. Why not just admit it and stop arguing.”

Andy grins again. “Fine. But if anyone asks, it took a lot of convincing.”

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you want Andy.”

“I’m serious Gwen, major schmoozing happened here tonight. Now c’mon let’s go. We’d better get back to HQ before your husband worries.”

“Well aren’t you just settling in all ready. It’s almost like you practiced that speech in front of your bathroom mirror.”

Andy blushes bright pink and Gwen grins ear to ear. “I thought you said you were going to stop watching me.”

“If you don’t want people to look don’t leave your blinds open so close to a CCTV camera.”

Andy slings on his coat and follows Gwen out muttering. “Bloody Torchwood.”

“Uh uh.” Gwen tsks. “You can’t say that now, you’re one of us.”

Andy doesn’t even attempt to cover up his exasperation. “God help us.”
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