Fic: Back in Time (again)
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cowgrl_ficTitle:Back in Time (again)
Rating:G
Characters/pairings:Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Grey, John, Myfanwy, Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Takes place after 2.13 "Exit Wounds"
Genre:Fluff
Word Count: 2211
Author's notes: Written in response to an implausible premise in "Exit Wounds." :-) A huge thank-you to my fabulous beta-reader,![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gracewillow.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, Myfanwy would get many more story lines. :-)
Summary: Grey causes more trouble and now Jack needs to be rescued.
Storing your psychopathic killer brother in cryogenics is a risky thing to do, Jack found out one day when the unit inexplicably malfunctioned. Grey was freed by a curious weevil running loose down below who’d heard the cry for help. As he thawed out, Grey pulled from his pocket a 51st-century time agency wristband transporter he’d stolen while he was enslaving John Hart. It was the latest model, capable of much more extensive time travel than previous devices.
Jack should still be buried alive, dying over and over for all eternity, Grey thought as he prowled the Hub looking for his brother. He never should have trusted that scoundrel, John. If you want a job done right, you’ve got to do it yourself. And that was exactly what he was going to do. After he dispensed with Jack, he’d kill the remaining Torchwood staff -- to make sure no one was left alive, should Jack ever make it back to this time period, which he wouldn’t, but Grey wasn’t taking any chances this time.
He made it all the way to the main room of the Hub without being spotted on CCTV because no one was actually looking at the monitors. Torchwood was still short-staffed due to their last run-in with Grey only a few weeks ago. Grey found them in the conference room, going over their latest findings.
“Hello, big brother,” he said. “Did you really think you could keep me in the freezer forever?”
The three remaining Torchwood employees went pale.
“Oh, God,” was all Gwen could manage, her eyes wide with fear. Ianto was speechless. Jack pulled out his gun and aimed.
“You’re not going to shoot me,” Grey said, walking toward his brother. “I’m the only family you have left.”
“Jack, do something,” Gwen muttered.
Jack was still holding the gun. Grey continued his approach until he was less than an arm’s length from his brother. Jack still hadn’t pulled the trigger. Grey touched Jack’s shoulder and they both disappeared.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Gwen shouted.
Ianto was on his feet, panic in his eyes.
The were both silent for a moment, their fists clenched, their hearts pounding. They needed a moment to calm down enough to think.
“Let’s contact John Hart,” Gwen decided. “He got us into this mess in the first place. But how do we find him?”
Ianto noticed Jack’s mobile phone on the conference room table and picked it up. “Bet his phone number is in here… Let’s see… would it be listed under ‘p’ for psychotic ex-boyfriends? Ah, here it is.” Ianto handed the phone to Gwen. He had no desire whatsoever to talk to John.
Gwen thought the phone was going to go to voice mail but John picked it up on the fourth ring. “Jack, this really isn’t a good time.”
“It’s not Jack, it’s Gwen.”
“Well, love, why didn’t you say so? We can squeeze one more into the bed, can’t we, girls?” There were faint sounds of giggling.
“John, listen to me. Jack’s in trouble. His brother Grey somehow got out of the freezer and has taken Jack somewhere. You’re the only one who can help him.”
Gwen heard a heavy sigh over the phone. “I’ll be right there, love.”
A few minutes later, John Hart materialized, mostly dressed and still buttoning up his shirt. “If it was anyone else I’d have ignored the call. But I owe Jack. Lovely to see you again, by the way. I meant that about the orgy - there’s room for you if you‘d like to join us later. You too, Eye Candy.”
Ianto scowled.
Their happy reunion was cut short just then by Grey, who rematerialized alone.
John Hart didn’t waste a second. He aimed and fired, not to kill but definitely to immobilize Jack’s deranged brother. “He’s just stunned. He’ll come around in about an hour, plenty of time to get him back into the freezer before he regains consciousness. Though if it was up to me I’d just kill him and be done with him once and for all.”
“You idiot.” Gwen turned on him. “How are we supposed to find Jack if we can’t ask Grey where he’s been taken?”
John just smirked. He pointed to his wrist device. “Time travel leaves a molecular signature. This can pinpoint exactly where in time a traveler has just been.” He pressed a button on the device, then frowned as the data came in. “This can’t be right.”
Gwen and Ianto looked at him, worried.
John took a second reading. It was the same. “I had no idea we could go that far back in time. Amazing.” He looked up. “Late Jurassic period. Jack’s in the land of the dinosaurs.”
As if on cue, Myfanwy flew down to them and pointed her head, curious.
“This beastie must be attracted by the molecular residue from the Jurassic. In fact, I’m guessing Grey was drawn to that period by the rift because it’s brought creatures through from that exact time period before.” John looked satisfied with himself, clearly proud of this theory.
“Can you find Jack?” Gwen asked, getting down to business.
“What choice do I have?” John said. “We can’t expect Jack to live through 145 million years. Though this really is above and beyond what anyone should have to do for an ex-boyfriend. But first, Grey goes back in the freezer.”
After they took care of Grey, placing him in a different unit this time, John announced he was ready to go.
“Wait,” Ianto said. “I’m coming with you.”
“What, you don’t trust me to do the job properly?”
“You might need backup,” Ianto insisted.
“Well…since you’re so pretty, I suppose there’s no harm in you being along for the ride,” John agreed. “Okay, hold on.”
Ianto reluctantly placed an arm around John. But before they could dematerialize, they were joined by one more as Myfanwy swooped down, placing a wing on Ianto’s back. All three of them disappeared.
“Good luck, all of you,” Gwen said to the air where they had just been. Then she pulled out her mobile. The phone connected to voice mail. “Rhys? I’m having a really bad day. Please call me. I just need to hear your voice.” She paced the floor anxiously, hoping for a call back, hoping even more that Ianto and John would rematerialize quickly, with Jack.
Meanwhile, 145 million years ago…
Jack peered out from behind a giant fern tree. He really should wait till dark but he was tired of cowering in the bushes. He was hungry. He was tired. He looked both ways, then ventured out, hoping to find some berries or something to eat. But as he made his way into the clearing, a large shadow engulfed him. Oh, not again. Sure enough, he was swallowed by a huge beast - perhaps a Megalosaurus, though Jack didn’t get a good look in the few seconds before he died. Whatever had eaten him was due for a bout of indigestion. In an hour or so, its dinner would come back up and Jack would pop out alive and well and totally intact, even his clothing totally unharmed by his stay in the belly of a massive dinosaur.
Meanwhile, only a few miles from Jack, three travelers from the future materialized.
“Wow,” Ianto gasped, looking around at the lush greenery.
“Welcome to Jurassic Park, Eye Candy,” John said.
“My name is Ianto,” Ianto growled.
“Whatever. Ok, now to scan for any form of technology. Unless the dinosaurs have alien tech, or any tech for that matter, it should be easy to find Jack.”
“Provided we’re in the right place and time.”
“Have faith, Eye Candy. I know what I’m doing.” John sounded confident enough that Ianto almost felt reassured. Not that he’d ever trust John.
Myfanwy, meanwhile, had flown off as soon as they arrived. “I guess that’s the last we’ll ever see of her,” Ianto said sadly. “At least she’s finally home.”
“Ha! What did I tell you? That way!” John pointed triumphantly as his wrist band picked up some sort of tech reading. They set out but didn’t get far as they realized they were being stalked by a rather large and obviously hungry beast. John and Ianto ran as fast as they could, managing to duck into a cave seconds before they would have been some creature’s dinner.
“You should have stayed home,” John said when they’d caught their breath. “Now not only do I have to rescue Jack, I also have to make sure his boyfriend doesn’t end up a dinosaur snack.”
“I can take care of myself,” Ianto insisted. “Besides, what if you need rescuing?”
“I won’t.”
Arrogant bastard. Still, if Jack could survive five years in a time loop with John, Ianto supposed he could cope with being in his presence long enough to rescue Jack.
Cautiously, they ventured out again, but didn’t get far before they noticed several pterodactyls circling overhead, getting closer and closer. And unlike Myfanwy, these prehistoric birds weren’t tame.
Meanwhile, only a few miles away in the lush Jurassic jungle…
Jack was hiding under a bush again. Being eaten by dinosaurs repeatedly was getting old real fast. Probably The Doctor was the only one who could get him out of this one. The TARDIS could go anywhere in time. He hoped Ianto or Gwen would think to phone Martha Jones. She’d know how to reach The Doctor. But would he know where to look? Or rather, when to look? Jack closed his eyes for a moment to gather strength. He thought of Ianto, his beautiful Ianto. He thought of sweet, competent Gwen. He had to get through this. He would get back to them.
It was starting to drizzle. Jack wanted to find better shelter before the deluge arrived so he set out again. He didn’t get far before a pterodactyl swooped down. Oh, not again! But this one didn’t attack him like the others. It stood in front of him, tilted its head slightly and poked gently at him with its beak. This bird seemed very familiar.
“Myfanwy?” Jack said in disbelief.
“Squawk!” the pterodactyl replied.
“It is you!” Jack exclaimed happily. He hugged the pterodactyl and held on tightly as she lifted him into the air, soaring high above the lush green jungle below.
***
Meanwhile, our would-be rescuers were still being menaced by a flock of pterodactyls when one more flew into their midst with a human on her back She touched down, gently tilting Jack toward the ground, then turned and squawked at the other pterodactyls.
“Jack!” Ianto ran toward him and into his arms.
“Oh, right. I come to rescue you and this is the thanks I get,” John muttered.
Jack held out an arm and John came in for a hug. Jack hugged both of them tightly. “I am so happy to see you. Both of you.”
They turned to look at the pterodactyls. They were all in a little huddle, still squawking.
“Good idea, bringing Myfanwy,” Jack said.
“Actually, it was her idea,” Ianto answered.
Two of the pterodactyls approached. One of them, presumably Myfanwy, nuzzled Ianto gently with her beak, then bowed slightly toward the other.
“I think this is some sort of introduction,” Jack suggested.
“I think you’re right. Wish I spoke pterodactyl.”
“Maybe that’s your pet’s mother?” John wondered. “I think I see a family resemblance.”
They all stood perfectly still, not wanting to do anything to provoke the creatures. Even with Myfanwy there to protect them, they couldn’t be sure they were safe.
“Come on, we should get back to our own time,” Jack said.
“Okay, hold on everyone,” John said, reaching for his wrist band.
“Goodbye, Myfanwy,” Ianto said, his eyes welling slightly with tears.
At the last second, as they dematerialized, Ianto thought he felt something sharp poking his shoulder, something pressing against his back. Sure enough, when they rematerialized in the hub there were four of them: Ianto, John, Jack, and Myfanwy.
“Jack!” Gwen rushed into his arms.
“Oh, not again,” John said. “Let’s ignore the rescuers.”
“Thank you,” Gwen said to John after she was done hugging Jack. She even gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Glad I could help,” he answered. “But next time your brother escapes and buggers off with you,” he said, turning to Jack, “could you time it better? I don’t like being interrupted when I’m entertaining lovely ladies. And speaking of lovely,” he looked at Ianto, “it’s been fun, Eye Candy.”
Ianto just smiled.
“You owe me one,” John said to Jack, giving him a kiss on the lips. “Till next time,” and he pressed his wrist band and disappeared.
Jack hugged Ianto and Gwen. They looked up at Myfanwy, who was once again flying around the Hub.
“She was home but she chose to come back here,” Ianto said.
“I guess Myfanwy and I have something in common,” Jack said. “Both of us feel more at home in the 21st century than in our own time periods. Both of us choose to be here.”
“I’m so glad,” Ianto said softly.
Rating:G
Characters/pairings:Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Grey, John, Myfanwy, Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Takes place after 2.13 "Exit Wounds"
Genre:Fluff
Word Count: 2211
Author's notes: Written in response to an implausible premise in "Exit Wounds." :-) A huge thank-you to my fabulous beta-reader,
gracewillow.Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, Myfanwy would get many more story lines. :-)
Summary: Grey causes more trouble and now Jack needs to be rescued.
Storing your psychopathic killer brother in cryogenics is a risky thing to do, Jack found out one day when the unit inexplicably malfunctioned. Grey was freed by a curious weevil running loose down below who’d heard the cry for help. As he thawed out, Grey pulled from his pocket a 51st-century time agency wristband transporter he’d stolen while he was enslaving John Hart. It was the latest model, capable of much more extensive time travel than previous devices.
Jack should still be buried alive, dying over and over for all eternity, Grey thought as he prowled the Hub looking for his brother. He never should have trusted that scoundrel, John. If you want a job done right, you’ve got to do it yourself. And that was exactly what he was going to do. After he dispensed with Jack, he’d kill the remaining Torchwood staff -- to make sure no one was left alive, should Jack ever make it back to this time period, which he wouldn’t, but Grey wasn’t taking any chances this time.
He made it all the way to the main room of the Hub without being spotted on CCTV because no one was actually looking at the monitors. Torchwood was still short-staffed due to their last run-in with Grey only a few weeks ago. Grey found them in the conference room, going over their latest findings.
“Hello, big brother,” he said. “Did you really think you could keep me in the freezer forever?”
The three remaining Torchwood employees went pale.
“Oh, God,” was all Gwen could manage, her eyes wide with fear. Ianto was speechless. Jack pulled out his gun and aimed.
“You’re not going to shoot me,” Grey said, walking toward his brother. “I’m the only family you have left.”
“Jack, do something,” Gwen muttered.
Jack was still holding the gun. Grey continued his approach until he was less than an arm’s length from his brother. Jack still hadn’t pulled the trigger. Grey touched Jack’s shoulder and they both disappeared.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Gwen shouted.
Ianto was on his feet, panic in his eyes.
The were both silent for a moment, their fists clenched, their hearts pounding. They needed a moment to calm down enough to think.
“Let’s contact John Hart,” Gwen decided. “He got us into this mess in the first place. But how do we find him?”
Ianto noticed Jack’s mobile phone on the conference room table and picked it up. “Bet his phone number is in here… Let’s see… would it be listed under ‘p’ for psychotic ex-boyfriends? Ah, here it is.” Ianto handed the phone to Gwen. He had no desire whatsoever to talk to John.
Gwen thought the phone was going to go to voice mail but John picked it up on the fourth ring. “Jack, this really isn’t a good time.”
“It’s not Jack, it’s Gwen.”
“Well, love, why didn’t you say so? We can squeeze one more into the bed, can’t we, girls?” There were faint sounds of giggling.
“John, listen to me. Jack’s in trouble. His brother Grey somehow got out of the freezer and has taken Jack somewhere. You’re the only one who can help him.”
Gwen heard a heavy sigh over the phone. “I’ll be right there, love.”
A few minutes later, John Hart materialized, mostly dressed and still buttoning up his shirt. “If it was anyone else I’d have ignored the call. But I owe Jack. Lovely to see you again, by the way. I meant that about the orgy - there’s room for you if you‘d like to join us later. You too, Eye Candy.”
Ianto scowled.
Their happy reunion was cut short just then by Grey, who rematerialized alone.
John Hart didn’t waste a second. He aimed and fired, not to kill but definitely to immobilize Jack’s deranged brother. “He’s just stunned. He’ll come around in about an hour, plenty of time to get him back into the freezer before he regains consciousness. Though if it was up to me I’d just kill him and be done with him once and for all.”
“You idiot.” Gwen turned on him. “How are we supposed to find Jack if we can’t ask Grey where he’s been taken?”
John just smirked. He pointed to his wrist device. “Time travel leaves a molecular signature. This can pinpoint exactly where in time a traveler has just been.” He pressed a button on the device, then frowned as the data came in. “This can’t be right.”
Gwen and Ianto looked at him, worried.
John took a second reading. It was the same. “I had no idea we could go that far back in time. Amazing.” He looked up. “Late Jurassic period. Jack’s in the land of the dinosaurs.”
As if on cue, Myfanwy flew down to them and pointed her head, curious.
“This beastie must be attracted by the molecular residue from the Jurassic. In fact, I’m guessing Grey was drawn to that period by the rift because it’s brought creatures through from that exact time period before.” John looked satisfied with himself, clearly proud of this theory.
“Can you find Jack?” Gwen asked, getting down to business.
“What choice do I have?” John said. “We can’t expect Jack to live through 145 million years. Though this really is above and beyond what anyone should have to do for an ex-boyfriend. But first, Grey goes back in the freezer.”
After they took care of Grey, placing him in a different unit this time, John announced he was ready to go.
“Wait,” Ianto said. “I’m coming with you.”
“What, you don’t trust me to do the job properly?”
“You might need backup,” Ianto insisted.
“Well…since you’re so pretty, I suppose there’s no harm in you being along for the ride,” John agreed. “Okay, hold on.”
Ianto reluctantly placed an arm around John. But before they could dematerialize, they were joined by one more as Myfanwy swooped down, placing a wing on Ianto’s back. All three of them disappeared.
“Good luck, all of you,” Gwen said to the air where they had just been. Then she pulled out her mobile. The phone connected to voice mail. “Rhys? I’m having a really bad day. Please call me. I just need to hear your voice.” She paced the floor anxiously, hoping for a call back, hoping even more that Ianto and John would rematerialize quickly, with Jack.
Meanwhile, 145 million years ago…
Jack peered out from behind a giant fern tree. He really should wait till dark but he was tired of cowering in the bushes. He was hungry. He was tired. He looked both ways, then ventured out, hoping to find some berries or something to eat. But as he made his way into the clearing, a large shadow engulfed him. Oh, not again. Sure enough, he was swallowed by a huge beast - perhaps a Megalosaurus, though Jack didn’t get a good look in the few seconds before he died. Whatever had eaten him was due for a bout of indigestion. In an hour or so, its dinner would come back up and Jack would pop out alive and well and totally intact, even his clothing totally unharmed by his stay in the belly of a massive dinosaur.
Meanwhile, only a few miles from Jack, three travelers from the future materialized.
“Wow,” Ianto gasped, looking around at the lush greenery.
“Welcome to Jurassic Park, Eye Candy,” John said.
“My name is Ianto,” Ianto growled.
“Whatever. Ok, now to scan for any form of technology. Unless the dinosaurs have alien tech, or any tech for that matter, it should be easy to find Jack.”
“Provided we’re in the right place and time.”
“Have faith, Eye Candy. I know what I’m doing.” John sounded confident enough that Ianto almost felt reassured. Not that he’d ever trust John.
Myfanwy, meanwhile, had flown off as soon as they arrived. “I guess that’s the last we’ll ever see of her,” Ianto said sadly. “At least she’s finally home.”
“Ha! What did I tell you? That way!” John pointed triumphantly as his wrist band picked up some sort of tech reading. They set out but didn’t get far as they realized they were being stalked by a rather large and obviously hungry beast. John and Ianto ran as fast as they could, managing to duck into a cave seconds before they would have been some creature’s dinner.
“You should have stayed home,” John said when they’d caught their breath. “Now not only do I have to rescue Jack, I also have to make sure his boyfriend doesn’t end up a dinosaur snack.”
“I can take care of myself,” Ianto insisted. “Besides, what if you need rescuing?”
“I won’t.”
Arrogant bastard. Still, if Jack could survive five years in a time loop with John, Ianto supposed he could cope with being in his presence long enough to rescue Jack.
Cautiously, they ventured out again, but didn’t get far before they noticed several pterodactyls circling overhead, getting closer and closer. And unlike Myfanwy, these prehistoric birds weren’t tame.
Meanwhile, only a few miles away in the lush Jurassic jungle…
Jack was hiding under a bush again. Being eaten by dinosaurs repeatedly was getting old real fast. Probably The Doctor was the only one who could get him out of this one. The TARDIS could go anywhere in time. He hoped Ianto or Gwen would think to phone Martha Jones. She’d know how to reach The Doctor. But would he know where to look? Or rather, when to look? Jack closed his eyes for a moment to gather strength. He thought of Ianto, his beautiful Ianto. He thought of sweet, competent Gwen. He had to get through this. He would get back to them.
It was starting to drizzle. Jack wanted to find better shelter before the deluge arrived so he set out again. He didn’t get far before a pterodactyl swooped down. Oh, not again! But this one didn’t attack him like the others. It stood in front of him, tilted its head slightly and poked gently at him with its beak. This bird seemed very familiar.
“Myfanwy?” Jack said in disbelief.
“Squawk!” the pterodactyl replied.
“It is you!” Jack exclaimed happily. He hugged the pterodactyl and held on tightly as she lifted him into the air, soaring high above the lush green jungle below.
***
Meanwhile, our would-be rescuers were still being menaced by a flock of pterodactyls when one more flew into their midst with a human on her back She touched down, gently tilting Jack toward the ground, then turned and squawked at the other pterodactyls.
“Jack!” Ianto ran toward him and into his arms.
“Oh, right. I come to rescue you and this is the thanks I get,” John muttered.
Jack held out an arm and John came in for a hug. Jack hugged both of them tightly. “I am so happy to see you. Both of you.”
They turned to look at the pterodactyls. They were all in a little huddle, still squawking.
“Good idea, bringing Myfanwy,” Jack said.
“Actually, it was her idea,” Ianto answered.
Two of the pterodactyls approached. One of them, presumably Myfanwy, nuzzled Ianto gently with her beak, then bowed slightly toward the other.
“I think this is some sort of introduction,” Jack suggested.
“I think you’re right. Wish I spoke pterodactyl.”
“Maybe that’s your pet’s mother?” John wondered. “I think I see a family resemblance.”
They all stood perfectly still, not wanting to do anything to provoke the creatures. Even with Myfanwy there to protect them, they couldn’t be sure they were safe.
“Come on, we should get back to our own time,” Jack said.
“Okay, hold on everyone,” John said, reaching for his wrist band.
“Goodbye, Myfanwy,” Ianto said, his eyes welling slightly with tears.
At the last second, as they dematerialized, Ianto thought he felt something sharp poking his shoulder, something pressing against his back. Sure enough, when they rematerialized in the hub there were four of them: Ianto, John, Jack, and Myfanwy.
“Jack!” Gwen rushed into his arms.
“Oh, not again,” John said. “Let’s ignore the rescuers.”
“Thank you,” Gwen said to John after she was done hugging Jack. She even gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Glad I could help,” he answered. “But next time your brother escapes and buggers off with you,” he said, turning to Jack, “could you time it better? I don’t like being interrupted when I’m entertaining lovely ladies. And speaking of lovely,” he looked at Ianto, “it’s been fun, Eye Candy.”
Ianto just smiled.
“You owe me one,” John said to Jack, giving him a kiss on the lips. “Till next time,” and he pressed his wrist band and disappeared.
Jack hugged Ianto and Gwen. They looked up at Myfanwy, who was once again flying around the Hub.
“She was home but she chose to come back here,” Ianto said.
“I guess Myfanwy and I have something in common,” Jack said. “Both of us feel more at home in the 21st century than in our own time periods. Both of us choose to be here.”
“I’m so glad,” Ianto said softly.
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