What's One More?

[jooles34]

Title: What’s one more?
Author: Jooles34
Sin: Squint and they’re all there
Characters: Suzie – Mentions of Gwen, Jack and Owen
Word count: 740
Rating: PG  - Some swearing
Spoilers: They Keep Killing Suzie and other refs to season one

Disclaimer: Torchwood does not belong to me
Summery: Suzie has time to think

AN – My attempt was to include all the sins in this. Some are more obvious than others and I’m not sure how well it’s worked…

 

 

Suzie tilted her head back in the car seat, her conversation with Gwen at a momentary pause. She remembered to lean gently, she was supposed to have gaping head wound under the scarf after all, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment. 

 

She started to imagine what it would feel like. After all these years, what it would feel like to confront her father, switch off his life support, watch the life drain out of him at her hand. She would feast on it, gorge herself on it, lap it up hungrily; like the starving would glutton on a sudden meal.

 

She deserved to. She deserved to be able to enjoy it. After all it was his fault. All of it; everything. What he had done, the life they had led. What that had done to her mind. It had broken her. She hated him for that. Had spent her whole life hating, letting the anger fester and grow. She’d stored her anger for him. Pressed it down in her gut, kept it hidden; kept it safe. But it had driven her, pushed her forward; made her the woman she had been.

 

In fact there was a time she was almost grateful. If she hadn’t been broken Jack wouldn’t have noticed her, wouldn’t have seen her potential for Torchwood. And it was when she joined Torchwood that her life began; really began.

 

She was given power; well, Torchwood was power. They had their own rules, they were below no-one; they answered to no-one. She’d quickly gained Jack’s trust, proved herself worthy and had became Jack’s second in command. That brought even more power. But it hadn’t been enough. She wanted more. So much more. And that was what the glove bought. She felt it straight away; felt the power it could give her and it called to her like a siren.

 

And then it had been that driving her. That need, that want, the desire for power. She lusted after it, driven blindly by the need for more. It was like an addiction that needed constant feeding. She was hooked; wanted more and more, could never get enough.

 

The glove knew her; understood her; helped her feed the addiction; shared its power with her. And now it had brought her back. Made her whole again. Well, she’d be whole soon enough anyway. She could feel herself getting stronger by the minute now. Could feel Gwen’s life force flowing through her body. It seeped into every muscle and sinew, flowed around her body in her blood; cascaded around her brain.

 

Suzie glanced over at the woman next to her. Gwen was probably quite a nice person. But that didn’t matter now. Gwen was just serving a purpose; one more tool for her to use. When she’d originally come up with the plan it hadn’t mattered to her who had to be sacrificed for her life. But it seemed right now that it was Gwen.

 

Oh she knew that when she left Torchwood she would be replaced,  but she hadn’t anticipated quite how much Gwen would have moved in on her position, or how fast. The woman was trusted, a centre in the team, she ran interrogations with Jack. Seemed popular with the others. And trusted enough to use the glove.

 

The glove. Her glove. The glove had responded to the Welshwoman too. Gwen was moving in and taking everything that had been hers, everything she had wanted. Hell, she was even fucking Owen already.  

 

But revenge would be hers.  And she didn’t even have to do anything. They were doing it all for her. She was being taken to her Dad and after that the world was hers. All she had to do was sit back and let it happen. Hell they’d done most of the hard work for her while she’d been dead; that’s a lazy as you can get.

 

She allowed herself a small smile. It had worked so perfectly. Every minute step, all those months of planning and preparation and it was all working perfectly. They had done everything that was expected of them, played perfectly into her hands. They thought they were so clever, but they were no match for her. Not even the Captain. She had outsmarted them all. And she was very proud of herself.

 

Pride may well be a sin; but what’s one more on the list?

 

Comments

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Oh this was really good. Very smooth transition between each sin. Great job!

[jooles34.livejournal.com]

You *points* rock. Thank you. When I'm feeling wonky abut a fic you always manage to say what I need to hear to make me feel better about it. Thank you.

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Awww :) Good to know :)

[temporal-witch.livejournal.com]

I think this worked quite well. Great look into Suzie's mind during the ride in the dark. ♥

[jooles34.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. So pleased you liked it. Thank you for the comment.

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

Two great stories in one day! Its Easterific! Just love how you worked all the sins in with Suzie. she really is a twisted piece of work, isn't she?

[jooles34.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for a lovely comment. Glad you liked this. Suzie was just too complex to stick to one sin!