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Manip Request: Lucifer & Meg Masters

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Manip Request: Sherlock Holmes, Meg Masters, Gwen Cooper and Lucifer hanging out.

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Cards on the Table, We're Both Showing Hearts || Megwen ||

Two months had passed since the night where everything fell apart. Gwen's stab wound had been reduced to a small scar that was only painful when she touched it directly and only as visible as the marks she had from being shot years ago. When she stopped to think about it, Gwen just wished her heart would settle and heal as quickly as her body had. It was no use. When she tried to count the days, she was thinking on the last time she saw Meg in person rather than how many days since the actual incident.

They'd exchanged a series of depressing and sometimes passive-aggressive texts and private messages, always looking out for each other because that was an impossible habit to break; but Gwen was fairly certain that it had been thirty-nine days since she'd broke down, sobbed, confessed everything and packed her bags. She busied herself with work and with Owen as much as she could, but it was getting more difficult as time went on. That was probably why she spent more time than she needed to at the supply tables.

No one was allowed into the Hub without a passcode and most everything was safe down there. No one was around to pick up rations at this time, though, and Gwen had to wonder if it was because they were too proud to accept help or if they simply refused to deal with her. The people of the Pocket should have all known about this option by now so Gwen just waited. Ianto sat with her in silence for awhile when her shift had technically ended. Not for the first time, she caught herself staring at the mobile version of Meg's blog. She wanted to make sure Meg was taken care of and that their mutual friend Sherlock had enough to eat. God knew he wouldn't fetch the supplies for himself.

Gwen willed herself into sending a brief message but she was torn between requesting Meg come get supplies while she was there or right when she planned on leaving. Avoiding her exgirlfriend hurt just as much as seeing her would have. She startled when she looked up and faced what she'd both hoped and dreaded to see. She got to her feet without a word and gestured for Meg to come closer. Words failed her at first. She would have asked Ianto to leave but, if he wasn't watching this, someone else would be and his presence actually gave her a good excuse to do something she probably shouldn't.

She reached under the table and stood up properly this time with a small cardboard box in her hands. "Set a few things aside," she explained vaguely. She'd started with Meg's scone recipe but, after setting two small cartons of raisins in the box, realized there wasn't much flour or sugar among the nonperishable goods. Instead, she'd filled it almost loving like a care package with just a little of each unique item she could find. Gwen moved to hand the box off to Meg before she reconsidered. "I was just leaving, actually," she offered before she could stop herself. Her heart stared to race and she'd yet to even attempt to form eye-contact. "'Could grab a few more things, walk this home with you..."

[gwxncooper]

What's your favorite nickname for Meg?

I used to call her Megs. Sometimes I’d use ‘Carwr’.

[megtoo]

Megwen

You… you didn’t say anything to her, did you?

[gwxncooper]

Meg. I can barely remember that night. I didn't even think...

Oh, shit. What if I did?

[sammy-the-resident-moose-blog]

Text: Meg and Sam

Sam: Hey Meg

Sam: Are you busy? I really need to see you.

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Tiptoe Through the True Bits |Megwen| Event 11

Gwen Cooper had spent the majority of her work day wondering if simply not showing up to the meeting would be any more cruel than what she was actually planning to do. She put it off as long as she could and had made a point of saying she would find Meg 'after work' as opposed to at any given hour. It gave her every possible advantage but, somehow, she was still terrified. She hadn't said a word to Owen about this and didn't think she needed to. It wasn't as if they owed each other anything.

As a precaution, however, she left a note with a single word on it at her own desk with a printed page from Meg's file, the one that contained a photograph and Gwen's best attempt at describing the demon's supernatural powers. In the likely event that her plan failed, Jack would be able to piece that information together with Gwen's 'sorry.' She found hope, somehow, that it wouldn't come to that and finally worked up the courage to head out. First thing, however, she stole a small salt shaker from Ianto's little kitchen area and took the safety lock off her pistol.

She hadn't been staying at the clinic very long but it had become an automatic instinct to head that way when she left the Hub. It took some force and thinking to steer herself homeward instead. Gwen mentally went over a few song lyrics as she walked because she couldn't bear to sort through her actual thoughts. Finally, she approached the house as though it was a crime scene with the killer likely still inside.

Meg hadn't locked the door. By now, it was a fact Gwen could just take for granted and it was a shame because some part of her had wanted to kick it in just for show. Gwen eased herself into the front room with care, pressed herself against the wall and aimed her gun at all the nearby doorways before she ventured further into the home, trying the kitchen first and then the living room, where she should have guessed Meg would be. "Right," she said, lowering her weapon, but making a point of keeping her finger at the trigger. "Okay. Let's talk."

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The Most Fun a Girl Can Have || Megwen || Event 10

Three days into the investigation and there was still no trace of Lucifer or a single bloody clue as to what had happened to him. Things were just as frustrating with Torchwood and Gwen had promised Meg in a text that she'd be home hours ago. Figuring it couldn't make things too much worse to add only a few more minutes to that time, she made sure to pick up a bottle of wine on the way home.

Once there, she balanced it between her hip and the doorframe while fiddling with the front door lock, only to find Meg had yet again neglected to lock it. She groaned and shoved the key back into her pocket before pushing the door open and walking in with her arm extended so that the peace offering would be the first thing Meg saw if she happened to be looking.

"I'm sorry," she called. "I'm sorry I'm late. But I thought we could just, I dunno, take our minds off things." In truth, Gwen knew exactly what she wanted. The wine was still involved but it wasn't nearly as important as their bedsheets and possibly her handcuffs. First thing, however, she needed to determine her girlfriend's mood and just how likely this scene was to result in sex rather than a row. She smiled encouragingly, set the wine down, and tried to wait patiently for a signal to proceed.