You go to school. You go to work. You go to bed. You eat. You get kissed. You have sex. You fall in love, or you don't. But it's work and bed and food and sleep, two weeks in Spain and Christmas and birthdays and weekends, every single day until it stops. That's the world. That's the world I live in. That's all there is.
Or so I thought.
Welcome to this blog. If you've managed to get access to it, then you're probably familiar to the goings on of the universe, as it's locked to non-knowers. My name is Gwen. Gwen Elizabeth Cooper. And this is my story.
I am a police officer. Was. I WAS a police officer. PC Gwen Cooper, working for Cardiff police force, protecting the city from crime. I've always been hugely empathetic, and I've always wanted to help people, so a career as a police woman always seemed perfect for me. And I loved it. Yes, it could be taxing, could be emotionally draining, but I loved it. Loved my co-workers, especially Andy and Yvonne. I got on with my bosses. I was generally just happy at work.
And better than that, I was happy at home. I've been with my boyfriend, Rhys, since I was 16. He says it was love at first sight. I say he wore me down with his constant jokes. Some examples of Rhys jokes are
"Where do you find a tortoise with no legs? Where you left it." and "A man walks into a bar. Ow." I like to call this Rhysing around. He does it a lot. Then, there's the other side of Rhys. Rhys the Rant. If something ticks him off, he rants about it. We moved in together in 1997, just after leaving college. Bought a flat together in the city centre. Yes, we have our fights, like every couple does, but we love one another, and we're happy. He gets on with my friends and family, I get on with his. Well, sort of. He's got one of those mothers that man lads do. The ones who think that no one's good enough for their precious son. But Brenda and I tollerate one another.
And then it all changed.
One, very rainy, night. Andy called me up. Murder in the city. So off I trot to the murder scene to do crowd control. And that's when I found out about them. Torchwood. Mysterious Torchwood. A group of four individuals. Special Ops, they called themselves. SOCO were annoyed by them turning up and I, well, if you knew me, you'd know I have a curious nature. I need answers. I can't just sit still and let things happen. I need to know why. So I ran up to the top floor of an overlooking car park, deserted as was expected at the time of night. I watched as they brought a man back to life. Recent murder victim John Tucker. They used this.. glove.. to bring him back to life, and I watched as he spoke. Captain Jack Harkness, a rather handsome man, noticed me watching, and I ran home. Back to home comforts, back to Rhys.
In typical Gwen fashion, I couldn't let it drop. Nuh uh. I had to find out who Torchwood were. I got Yvonne to do a search for a Captain Jack Harkness, hoping that would be the key, and constantly bugged poor Andy all day, asking what he knew about Torchwood. We were attending to a bar fight, when I managed to get myself injured and we had to go to Cardiff A&E to get it stitched... Leading to me finding them again. Captain Jack Harkness running up the hospital stairs to the, sealed off, top floor. I asked a porter about the seal, and he told me it was something to do with chemicals.. didn't really stop me going inside though. Upon entering, I found a.. well, I thought it was a man in a mask.. thing. Rather gruesome looking. I asked him about Jack and it stared, not responding, until the porter came through the seal, telling me that it was nothing to do with chemicals. He stepped closer to the creature, inspecint the mask and then.. it bit him. Right on the neck. And.. well it all happened to quick. Captain Jack ran me out of the corridor as his team tried to stop the.. whatever it was.
I followed them to Roald Dahl Plass, following their SUV in our police car. I got out, tried to follow them, called them trying to get their attention. I was distracted for all of a minute and they disappeared. Vanished into thin air. So, what do I do? Leave it at that? Nope. Typical Gwen turned up that night, looking for them. I had a brain wave, seeing a pizza delivery boy. Used the pizza shop to get into Torchwood.
Amazingly, it worked. I got in. Through the information centre of all places. Then it was down this long corridor, down in a lift and through a large circular door. Inside was HUGE and I mean HUGE. The Hub was at least four stories. All of this under Cardiff. It was unbelievable. Truly. It's hard to describe how I felt when I first walked inside. Everything was so technical and brilliant. And they have a Pterodactyl. Seriously. A Pterodactyl. I won't bother telling you about the meeting other than to say Jack took me out for a drink, slipped me an amnesia pill, making me forget all about Torchwood and the people working for them.
I was woken by Rhys and a cup of coffee the next morning. Typical of Rhys to be so considerate and bring me a coffee. I went to work as normal and Yvonne asked me about a Captain Jack Harkness. I had no idea what she was on about. She got a little pissy after that. But Yvonne can get pissy as the weirdest things, so I didn't worry about it. I went into the office where they had a drawing of the dagger that had committed three recent murders. And it stuck in my mind. All day. Distracted me when people were talking, kept me awake at night. I'd seen it somewhere. I knew I had. Remembered it so well that when I tried to draw it, I could. And did, while sitting at the computer. Then I spotted a brochure for the Millenium Centre, on which "Remember" has been written, so I decided to pay it a visit. And that's where I met Suzie Costello.
Suzie Costello, the murderer. I recognised her, and couldn't work out why I knew her. She showed me the dagger, and then pulled out a gun, and rambled on about.. something. I couldn't focus on her words. The woman had a gun pointed at me and all I could think was "What about Rhys? He won't know where I am. He won't know what happened." I still couldn't place where I knew her from, and then she shot the gun and a man fell to the floor, and then.. the gun was pointed at me.
Jack stood up, and healed himself. He actually healed him. After being shot through the head. And before I knew what was going on, Suzie shot herself. And everything came flooding back to me. I remembered.
I stood with Jack as day broke, and we talked. He can't die. I know, I rolled my eyes too. Something happened to him a while back. A long story and far away apparently. And then, I was offered a job. And boy was I quick to snap it up.
So that's me. Gwen Cooper. Ex-Police woman, now working for the Special Ops. team I was so keen to find out about.
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