OK so this is my first Torchwood fanfic so bear with me now...

I unfortunately don't own Capitan Jack or any of the others for that matter. Damnation.

Well because in my world everything is perfect, try and picture this. Team; Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh and Gwen. ALL VERY MUCH ALIVE. Well apart from Jack...

Electronic Techniques and Chinese Food

Sighing, Capt. Jack drew on great restores of effort to cross his legs on his desk. Feeling utterly exhausted, he drained a mug of Ianto's coffee, industrial strength, just as he liked it. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he let his head droop over the back rest of the chair. Feeling like he needed a months amount of sleep, he tried to close his eyes, but as soon as they were shut, a strange beeping noise alerted him.

Groaning, he pulled his legs from the desk and trudged throughout the Hub in search of the mysterious beeping noise. He kept looking, and following the noise, when he came to the storage area.

He checked the scanners to see if there were any life readings inside, and once "the coast was clear", Jack walked in.

It seemed pretty normal to him. Dusty artifacts. Alien technologies. Everything seemed as it should be. Irritated that he couldn't find anything, Jack was now extra determined to find out what it was.

Seeing a flashing light at the end of one of the shelves, he thought that was a pretty good place to start so he lowered his whole body to come eye level with the shelf. Suddenly something zoomed out of the dark and latched itself onto the Capitan's chest. Before he could rip the obstruction out of his abdomen, after causing blinding pain, it buried itself in to layers of muscle and tissue.

Feeling sick from the pain which was beginning to subside, Jack walked back to his office, barely noticing that the beeping had stopped. There, he assumed his previous position, sprawled across his desk and chair and promptly fell asleep.

Coming home to an empty household, free of any signs of Rhys (thank the Lord), Gwen was pleasantly appeased to read the note he had left her;

Gwen,

I will be gone for a few days, but I don't think you will notice. If you do some home in the time that I am gone, please don't eat all of the chocolate in the fridge.

Don't worry about me I am safe where I am and I will be home soon.

Rhys.

Almost skipping with happiness that she didn't have to face his ridiculous questions about her work all night, Gwen thought she would have a bath, and perhaps make herself some tea and relax for the night.

Then she had remembered that Jack was all alone in the Hub, and since Rhys wasn't here she could do what she wanted.

Gwen drew some hot water and had a brief bath, washing her hair and scrubbing herself clean, she realized that she was hoping to look nice for Jack.

Sitting down on the side of the bath in her towel, Gwen ran her fingers through her hair and calmed herself, willing all the fantasies she had about Jack would subside. She thought of him all the time, sometimes without even picking up on it.

No wonder Rhys sounded upset in his letter, she thought, picking out underwear for that evening. Picking up a matching lingerie set which was red and lacy, she tried to convince herself that she wasn't dressing up for his pleasure.

Finding herself buttoning up a particularly tight shirt, which made her look curvy and sexy, she was shocked at herself. Who are you kidding? You haven't had a shag in months, maybe Jack will like these jeans...she thought, picking up her brand new blue jeans. Running through what she had just said Gwen mentally slapped herself.

Bad Gwen! You have Rhys.

But Rhys is SO boring. He isn't even immortal.

Who else have you met that isn't immortal?

No one, but-

No buts. Change your shirt.

Fine. I will be all sensible, maybe he likes sensible, like a secretary look...

Will you stop being so desperate!? Rhys will be home in a few days, then we can surprise him. So to speak.

Oh so I have to be the romantic one now do I? See that is boring. Which proves my point. Jack isn't boring.

No, this is what we will do. We are going to pick up Chinese. Then we are going to sleep over at the Hub-

With Jack.

-yes, with Jack. And nothing will happen because we have boring Rhys and we don't want to hurt him...

...physically or emotionally?

Well not emotionally, not yet.

Gwen Devil 1, Gwen Angel 0.

Jack's Chinese-take away-sensors had never woken him before. But this time his take away senses got the better of him.

Rolling off his chair he landed with a thump on the ground, and with his now seemingly endless supply of energy, righted himself, fixed his suspenders, and marched towards the central area, wanting some company. He didn't even care if a Weevil had bought him Chinese. The important thing was that the mystery person/thing had bought food with them.

He leant over the balcony, leaning on his forearms, to try and catch a glimpse of this food-bringing person.

As he leant over, his eyes scanned the desks, Owen's was empty, apart from an empty pizza box. Tosh's desk was free of anyone, just a pile of neatly stacked papers and post-it notes stuck to every part of computer screen that wasn't necessary.

His eyes flicked over to Gwen's desk, and his hopes were immediately lifted when he saw her bag beside her desk. His hopes were re-enforced when a Gwen looking hand came out from behind the desk and placed to boxes of Chinese food in their little containers on the lid of the desk.

Jack sauntered down the stairs, and strolled over to Gwen's desk. He didn't even jump when Gwen appeared from behind the desk. He actually had to restrain himself from falling over, or drooling.

Gwen was wearing, a very tight red ¾ length blouse, which he recognized as a shirt he had once complimented. She was wearing blue jeans and she had her long hair in waves flowing down her back and across her shoulders.

'Hiya Jack. Hungry?' she indicated to the boxes of Chinese. Does he like my top? A voice whispered in his ear. The pain had numbed now and seeming as all the blood in his system was elsewhere right now, Jack was completely disorientated by the noise in his ear.

'Sorry, what did you just say?' Jack asked, trying to force himself to believe that Gwen had said those words as a joke.

'I asked if you were hungry,' she replied, casually. Gwen! Act normal!

Ahh, so it was Gwen's voice. Wait, her WHAT!? Her voice was speaking to him, mentally. What is going on here? Jack thought to himself.

Remembering that as a matter of fact he was hungry, he thought that he would say something about food.

'Umm, yeah sure! I'm starving,' he said, trying to act as casual as Gwen.

They each picked up a box and went and sat down on the sofa near the door. Jack was enjoying his meal until the noise can back.

Wow, he looks so great when he eats with chopsticks.

GWEN! Stop drooling. He can probably see that.

Jack looked down, and found that yes, he probably does look good eating with chopsticks, and wondered why this thought had never occurred to him before. Well, its not my thought, he thought.

Thinking about how far this, thing could go, and curious about Gwen and what she was thinking, he decided to provoke Gwen in any way possible, and see the outcome. It was sort of like a game slash experiment. And Jack decided, that yes, he was going to enjoy himself. A lot.

Jack thought to himself that he would begin his little game by doing the smallest and subtlest things, like resting back completely, leaning his back against the sofa and crossing his ankles on the coffee table.

Oh, look at that. I wish he would act more casual though...

Why would he have to act casual! Gwen. You. Are. Here. To. Eat. Understood?

And also I am here to decrease the chance of me wringing Rhys' neck the next time I see him.

That too.

Struggling to control himself and attempting not to laugh, Jack kept a straight face as he shrugged his suspenders off and ran his fingers through his hair.

All the sudden, he was assaulted by the image of Gwen, straddling him and running her fingers through his hair, then she leant down and kissed him.

As he tried to process this, he almost choked on a stray cashew and forced himself to swallow before he turned an ugly shade of red. I have died like that before, not fun.

Gwen! Stop thinking like that, think of Rhys sitting alone somewhere in a bar.

Ha! Gwen chuckled aloud. Good on him. He has been having no fun since I met Jack and I haven't had any more orgasms from him either. When I get close, all I can think of is Jack, and then I get side-tracked. You know how I get.

Yes I do! And mind you thats a very bad habit too. All you can ever think about is Jack.

I know. Keep eating you, look casual.

Jack was running through the past conversation in his head. When I get close, all I can think of is Jack...wow. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

He finished his Chinese to look over at Gwen and found her gazing at him intently and twisting a piece of hair around her finger, thinking about the fantasy of hers when she is playing with Jack's hair and kissing him.

Oh, I could use a drink right now. Something nice, a scotch or a nice red wine even.

Yes, well I will allow that but don't get too carried away.

What was the point of that warning? Of course I'm going to get carried away. I'll drink until Rhys looks thin.

Ok. Fine. Do that but if he starts looking sexually appealing, then you know you have had too much.

Deal.

Jack cleared away the empty boxes that previously contained food into a nearby bin, and found that he was a bit parched as well.

He lazily walked over to Gwen and offered her his hand. She took it and smiled gladly following him.

His hands feel so nice. I wonder if he mouisterises...

He is bi. He probably does.

Jack fought very hard to not protect his pride, keeping his mouth shut.

They finally arrived at the conference room, and Jack let go of Gwen's hand and went over to the wall. He knelt down and started tapping with two fingers around the back of the LCD screen on the other side of the room. He continued tapping along until the wall echoed and made a sort of hollow sound.

'Aha! Found it! I had to hide my drinks from Owen and Tosh. Mostly Owen when he steals Tosh's equipment to find them with. Cheeky. Not that he can do that anymore I suppose. Dead men can't drink.'

He found an almost invisible seam in the paint and pulled it away to reveal a small cave like hole that contained bottle after bottle of wines and spirits. He cluttered around, bottles clinking against each other until he pulled out a bottle of something that Gwen had never seen before.

Wow, I didn't know that he collected wine. That is either insanely old or he has just bought it like that, her eyes skimming over the oddly shaped bottle, covered in a layer of dust, the label was one that she had never seen before.

I wonder what that is.

Well I don't know.

You drink more than I would like you to. You know lots of different wines and such.

I am choosing to ignore that comment. I am not an alcoholic.

Not all the time.

Don't be a cow.

What? I am just a figment of your imagination.

Hmm...touche.

Devil Gwen 1, Angel Gwen 1..

Jack couldn't resist himself, he started laughing at the obsured conversation going on in Gwen's head.

'What's that?' she asked, curious to know why he was laughing.

'Oh, this bottle just brings back old memories, thats all,' Jack lied, still trying not to laugh.

'Ah, and what, where is it from exactly? I want to know what it is before I drink it,'

'Just have some,' Jack concluded, pouring a glass for each of them and handing on to her.

The liquid came out sort of looking like champagne, but as it hit the glass it turned into a funny shade of red. Gwen looked skeptical, but found herself finishing the whole glass in one sip. She looked over at Jack who looked amused, grinning ear to ear in a flirtatious Jack-like way. He hadn't touched his glass.

'Are you trying to get me drunk, and then are you going to seduce me?'

PLEASE GOD! MAKE HIM SAY YES!

The voice was becoming almost to loud for Jack's ears.

Calm down Gwen. Of course he is. Look at the way he is looking at you.

I thought you were on "Team Rhys"?

Pfft no. I was just making sure you were drunk before you decided to do anything stupid.

Thanks, I think. Why hasn't he kissed me already though?

That struck home to Jack. 'Maybe I am just trying to have a good time with a good friend.'

Gwen's face fell. But just by a little. Barely noticeable, but when you're listening to her thoughts, the message was loud and clear.

Damn I thought we had a chance then.

Disappointing. OH! Light bulb moment!

Brilliant. Fire away Einstein.

Act drunk and then make your move.

Consider it done.

Devil Gwen1, Angel Gwen 2.

An awkward silence settled over the pair. Jack took a sip of his oddly coloured and addicting liquid, his eyes never leaving Gwen's. Jack could see the look in her eye was not entirely innocent, for a change, and that when she bit down on her bottom lip, she clearly knew what she was doing.

Her face was still happy from the attempted joke of seduction, her clothes were slightly rumpled from sitting down to eat, and Jack noticed that she was barefoot after taking her shoes and socks off to tuck under her when she was eating.

Time to shine Jack, he thought to himself.

'Or maybe I am trying to seduce you, but you won't be drunk after one glass of that,' Jack said under his voice, taking another sip of the substance.

'Well pour me another glass then Capitan.' Gwen's response startled both of them.

Hey! I thought we were trying to be subtle.

Sorry I couldn't help myself.

Good line though.

I know. Honestly I think I have a surprising come-back for everything.

Devil Gwen 2, Angel Gwen 2.

Jack poured another glass for Gwen, and thought, You really shouldn't have said that Gwen, because I have a surprising line for everything.

'Maybe I should have offered you a drink the last time you came in after a fight with him.'

'Maybe you should have, and maybe I would have said yes.'

The games have begun, Jack thought.

'Well then maybe I should have asked you on a date before you got married.'

AHA! I knew he would say that.

Quick Gwen! Think on your feet. What can you say to that?

'And maybe I would have said yes and maxed out your credit card.'

'Who said we were going to a restaurant?'

'Exactly.'

Damn! Gwen why did you say that. It wasn't even clever.

I know. I completely blew that didn't I?

Utterly.

Fabulous, just glorious.

Jack laughed again, and finished his drink with a grin. He topped up both of their glasses and led Gwen back to his office upstairs.

Gwen walked around the office as Jack put his drink down on the desk. Gwen chuckled and picked up the 3-D movie glasses that hung from his lamp.

'Entertainment Jack? I would have never guessed...' she put them back and rolled her eyes.

'They are actually void-stuff glasses. They can tell me if the thing I am looking at has traveled between the void of two parallel universes. I don't use them anymore though since the walls between the parallel worlds have been blocked off.'

'Intriguing,' Gwen said, not looking very interested.

'Yes. Actually not really. Do you know what is interesting?'

Please tell me something good. Sex toys anything.

Gwen. Focus.

Right. No I never was any good at focusing on things. Sorry.

'What is interesting is that you haven't asked any probing questions yet, or accused me of anything. Yet.'

Gwen feigned looking hurt. 'Accuse! Me, never. No I just don't feel like fighting now. A nice sexy banter, now that is what I want.'

I CANNOT believe you just said that! Sexy banter? Watch your tounge Mrs Rhys.

Ha you forgot his last name. Actually, so did I. Shows how much I care.

'Well if I say so myself I am very good at sexy banter, as you say.'

'I think there are more things you are good at then that? Am I right?'

'Oh there is plenty that I am good at that you don't know about.'

'Really? Like what?' Gwen started to pace around the room again, glancing at things on shelves, and trying to pull Jack along.

Keep your cool. This is going well.

I know. I am very good at this. I wonder if I can last any Jack dirty talk.

Jack considered her last thoughts. Dirty talk hmm? I'm good at that too.

'I'm good at a lot of things, like dirty talk, for example,' he said flippantly, acting as casual as possible.

Gwen caught her breath.

OH OMY GOD HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!

Stop overacting before you implode.

Right. Ok. I am calm. I am an autumn lily floating down an amber river.

I'm not even going to ask-

Its from the Little Book of Calm. I sometimes read it if Rhys is annoying me. Thats why I have it memorized.

While Gwen was talking with herself, she had not noticed that Jack had moved to stand behind her, almost touching, and looked over her shoulder as she absentmindedly fiddled with a gadget sitting on Jack's desk.

He leant down, and waited until she had finished the conversation with her other side, and then placed his hands lightly on her hips.

Gwen dropped the gadget on the desk loudly and tried to recover, picking it back up almost immediately.

'See what I mean PC Cooper?' Jack whispered in her ear, chuckling.

'I think you have made something of a point. But I don't really understand the whole picture,' Gwen replied trying to regain her cool that she had worked so hard to grasp.

'Oh really, what a pity,' Jack whispered in her other ear, as he bent down and placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

Gwen swallowed, and twisted so that her back was against the desk and she was facing Jack, giving her no option but to snake her arms around his neck.

They looked each other right in the eyes, Jack's unnatural blue eyes into her seeming ordinary brown eyes that made the person she was making eye contact with feel as if they are missing out on something.

'Yes, it is a pity. I'm taking it you would like to expand on that point?'

Well said. I commend you, you are playing your cards well.

Thank-you, I know I am. I feel as if those eyes are staring right into my soul.

Corny.

Very, but I suppose its right, well thats what they say on TV anyways.

You have a point there.

Devil Gwen 3, Angel Gwen 2.

'Oh Gwen I have been waiting to expand on that point the first time you walked in here with boxes of pizza and a drenched coat.'

Did he just say he loved me!?

Maybe, shut up I want to listen.

'I want to show you how a person like you should be seduced,' Jack said. 'Only if you want to, because I'm sure that Rhys is waiting for your call.'

Jack! You just ruined probably the sexiest thing that anyone has ever said to me. Why did you have to bring Rhys into this?

Hes right though. You should call Rhys.

No I refuse.

You are so going to regret this in the morning.

'What happens in this office, stays in this office. Are you willing to let that happen Jack?'

Jack didn't say anything, he just pulled her closer to him and leant in to kiss her. Gwen closed her eyes and waited for the kiss, begging for her heart rate to slow down, for she was certain that Jack could hear it.

'If I was to seduce you properly, I wouldn't kiss you first. I would slowly undress you taking all the time in the world,' Jack whispered, their foreheads almost touching.

He slowly slid his hands up the sides of Gwen's waist, barely brushing past her breasts and ending up on her shoulders. He then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers.

OK I WILL WRITE A WHOLE SEX CHAPTER IF I GET 5 OR MORE REVIEWS WHICH I WILL BE CHECKING DAILY FROM THE 28/11/09. HOPE YOU LIKE IT GWACK FANARINOS.