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Bonus Chapter

A seeing to at 'The Dog and Cock Inn'.


"You can't leave without trying a pint of Brains bitter," Gwen said to her new boss Rex Matheson they approached a local public house in Cardiff.

"Brains what? I'm not drinking nothing with brains in it," Rex told her bluntly.

"Brains is a local beer, it's not made from actual brains," Gwen replied

"And what is it with the British and bar names?" Rex looked at the sign with a cockerel next to a dog and let out a guffaw. "Dog and Cock sounds dirty to me."

Gwen pushed her elbow into him "You sound just like Jack. He could make anything sound dirty, he could. Anyway nothing's wrong with 'Dog and Cock' for a pub name. That's short for public house, and we're in Wales. Remember the bridge?" Gwen said as she pushed open the door.

"Yeah, a bridge I have to pay to go over," Rex said as Gwen pulled the pub door open and a waft of warm, beery air hit him. "Twice. And now Brains beer?"

Stepping through the door he let his eyes adjust to the dim interior. It was crowded and he pushed his way to the bar after Gwen.

"Half of Brains bitter and a pint of ale," Gwen ordered.

"Don't think I can handle a full pint?" Rex said with a swagger.

"This is real beer here, Yank," he heard a voice ring out.

"You heard; real beer, none of that horse piss you Americans drink," another voice called out. Rex looked around and saw a rough looking man with a shaved head glowering at him.

"If that's a challenge," Rex declared in the man's direction.

"You sure?" Gwen said as an aside. "Brains bitter is…"

"Hey listen, if it's a man's drink and this is England I'll have a full pint," Rex told her loudly accepting the challenge.

"This is bloody Wales mate." Rex found himself corrected as several heads turned towards him.

"So much for English hospitality," Rex said under his breath.

"Welsh," Gwen kicked his shin.

"Let's drink this and get out of here," Rex told her as the drinks appeared before her.

Rex wrapped his hand around the pint glass and took a sip. He tried to suppress the involuntary cough; it was strong but smooth. He was about to comment when he heard a shout.

He looked up to see a woman grasping a large handbag pushing her way towards them.

"You have got one hell of a nerve coming into my local," Rhiannon reached Gwen and eyeballed her.

"Rhiannon. I just came in here to have a quiet drink," Gwen said putting her glass on the bar.

"Bloody cheek, after what you did. You slut!"

"You know nothing…" Gwen started to say when she found her face full of beer. She raised her hands to clear her eyes when she saw a fist headed her way. Jumping back she stood on Rex's foot.

Beer sloshed out of the pint glass in Rex's hand and he gasped as it soaked his chest. The pain the heel on the top of his foot sent a shearing pain up his leg and he groaned. Before he could react further he saw a hand bag swing and just miss Gwen's nose.

"You broke my brother's heart," Rhia screamed, swinging the bag again.

"It was not all my fault there were two of us. Jack…" Gwen tried to explain, backing up.

"Jack," Rhiannon bellowed. "I gave him what for months ago."

"You don't understand," Gwen said as she found herself blocked by a wall of bodies.

"Oh I understand alright," Rhia pointed at Gwen. "You slept with my brother's lover and broke his heart." Rhia looked around at the crowd. "And he was sick with leukaemia."

"I didn't know."

"Didn't want to know more like, because you just wanted Jack." Rhia leaned forward.

"Jack, as is Jack Harkness?" Rex shouted his question at Gwen.

"My brother walked in on them while she was laid flat on her back, moaning. Fucking trollop." Rhia pulled herself up to her full height.

"That's not fair! Jack and me…"

Rhiannon spat towards Gwen. "You and Jack! There was no Jack and you. It was Jack and Ianto. I hate you, Gwen Cooper, for what you did. Now get out of my local!" Rhiannon pointed to the door.

Gwen felt her heart race. "You can't order me around." Gwen stared Rhiannon out.

"Whore!" Gwen felt her face begin to burn as the crowd mumbled its agreement.

Gwen felt a hand on the top of her arm. "We should leave," she heard Rex's voice and threw off the arm.

"I slept with Jack for one reason and one reason only: because he deserved better than estate trash," Gwen spat back

A swirl of moment and Gwen saw stars and fell backwards but the crowd pushed her forward.

"Estate trash," Rhiannon screamed as she grabbed handfuls of Gwen's hair and slammed her handbag into Gwen's face. "Broke his heart you slut!" Rhiannon bellowed.

Gwen braced against the ever-increasing onslaught of flying fists and the whack of the bag while calling Gwen every possible name that came to mind in a torrent increasing in crescendo.

The onslaught eased as Rhia was pulled off her. Dazed, Gwen looked through the strands of her hair now stuck to her face, caused by the beer that was now sticky. To her dismay Rhiannon threw off those holding her back and raced towards her.

In what seemed like flash of red and pain slammed Gwen back and found herself pinned to the floor.

Gwen held her arms up to protect her face. Rhiannon sat on her chest, slamming her purse into her head and upper body. Moments passed in a red haze as the bar now chanted Rhia's name. The pressure eased and Rex's face swam into view. With strong hands he pulled her up by her leather jacket and by pushing and shoving her through the crowd she found herself outside in the cold air.

Gulping down air she heard sirens in the distance.

A door opened and Rhia shouted. "And don't fucking show your fucking slut face in here again!"

The door slammed closed and they could both hear the bar crowd cheering and clapping Rhia's return.

The door hit Rhiannon's back and the pub erupted around her. In seconds she found a beer glass in her hand and she drained in four gulps. She straightened her hair and clothing as the bar called her name as a chant.

Just as she reached the bar two police offers entered.

"We've heard there was a disturbance," Constable Andy stated.

"Yes, there was but nothing to see now," the barman shouted at them over the applause and chanting

"Was anyone hurt?" Andy called out looking around.

"Only pride," the barman said.

"So there was a fight?" Andy moved closer to the bar to hear the reply.

"You might call it a fight but round here we call it a seeing to." the barman replied.

"And right seeing to it was," a voice spoke up.

"And no one's complaining because this one had it coming," the barmaid added.

"Here love this is on the house." Rhiannon turned to see the barmaid place a gin and tonic before her.

"I figure that black eye is for Rhys as well as your brother." She winked at Rhiannon.

"So I'm guessing it was Gwen Cooper in here?" Andy asked.

"And if you see her you tell her she's never to step foot in here again," the barman said, now collecting glasses from the bar.

Andy nodded and pulling the young police woman they pushed their way outside.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked after Andy had called in his report.

"Nothing, just a seeing to," Andy replied.

"A what?"

"Local term where a wrong is righted and Rhiannon had one hell of a wrong to right," Andy explained.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Local issue, we have our ways, see. Grudge made good."

"Local as in Wales?" she asked, still confused

"No, local as in this local," Andy explained pointing at the pub. "One rule round here: never walk into a local if the local happens to be the local of the person who has a grudge what needs seeing to."

The police blinked then came back to something she understood. "Don't you think we should look for the victim and find out if they are okay and get a statement?"

"No point."

"No point!" the policewoman repeated.

"Local issue sorted."

"Local issue as in local public house brawl issue that has now been righted?" she tried to make sense of the last few moments.

"No, as is in one woman gave another a seeing to that has been a long coming."

"Wales," the young police woman grumbled as they headed back to their police vehicle.