FIC: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly (17/29)
Name: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Mickey, PC Andy/Libby(OC) and other OCs who I can’t name without spoilers for the fic! And one other pairing that will probably make you lot want to lynch me.
Summary: Latest story in the Magic and Mayhem series. Two months after the mysterious disappearances of Willow, Xander and Martha and the death of a member of the team, the gang are still reeling when someone unexpected appears from the TARDIS and darkness descends on the team when they find out about their friend...
Spoilers: Oh, everything from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the first six seasons of Buffy. Just ... everything, alright?
Chapter: Seventeen: Christmas, Part 2
Master List Can be Found Here.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Buffy or Angel or anything like that. So, yeah, just ... not mine. But I do own Libby! And I kinda own this completely cracked storyline that’s developing a life of its own and I’m becoming way too attached to.
Author’s Note: I apologise if this starts off a bit Buffy-centric. It’s necessary, I think. It’ll become more Janto-y in later chapters. Tosh (and Willow by association) also have a big part in this fic. But bear with me because this is the darkest most angsty thing I’ve ever written. And if you like certain pairings (Xander/Anya, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh) you’ll be yelling “FIX IT!” within a few chapters. Forgive me, it won’t be fixed that soon. And some won’t be fixed at all... [Jen - She’s not kidding ya know!]
College. Torchwood Big Bang.
That's my only justification for my unholy slowness of posting.
I am so sorry.
...
Not that any huge amount of people seem to be reading anymore. -mutters-
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Ch.16
Chapter 17
Christmas - Part 2
Monday December 25th
Christmas Day
12:37
Buffy’s eyes flickered open and she focussed on the clock and, in particular, the time. The blinking red lights told her it was half past twelve. She sighed, snuggled into Spike’s chest and ran her fingers along his arm; the one currently around her bare chest.
“’sgobacktosleepitsnotnightyet,” Spike mumbled.
Buffy grinned. “I am sleeping,” she said.
“No you’re not; you’re awake and now so am I.” He lifted his arm up and pressed it against her mouth. “Sleep now. No talking.”
“Did I exhaust you with my rough sexing?” Buffy asked, jokingly.
“Wasn't rough, still exhausted. Sleep.”
Buffy giggled. “I can’t,” she said. “I have to go back to work.” She sat up, extricating herself from Spike’s vice-like grip. She bent over the bed and kissed him on the forehead. “I love you.”
Spike groaned and sat up too. “Where are you going?”
“Back to work. I’ve had my rest.” She stood up and pulled on her underwear, reaching for her jeans.
“You might wanna take a look in the mirror, love,” Spike said, with a grin. “You have one hell of a hickey.”
Buffy’s eyes widened and she ran to the mirror, staring at the two puncture holes on her neck. “Shit!” she gasped. “You just know they’ll see.”
“Scarf?” Spike suggested.
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s not obvious at all. I might as well go in wearing a sign that says ‘I let my vampire lover bite me’,” Buffy snapped, as she fastened her bra. Spike booed that fact.
Spike grinned. “You already are.”
Buffy glared at him and pulled her top over her head, straightening the sleeves and adjusting the v-neck to be more comfortable. She did up her jeans and looked in the mirror again. “Oh, this is stupid,” she muttered. “I wanted this, I did, but I’m going to get so much stick for it. I can just hear what Willow will-” She broke off and, grabbing her hairbrush off her dresser and quickly brushing her long blonde hair, violently.
Spike stepped up behind her, taking the hair brush. “Watch it, love, I don't want you to end up with short hair again. Especially not like this.”
Buffy sighed and let him take the hair brush and gently use it on her hair. She sighed. “What if she’s dead when we find her?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If we come to it. Which we won’t. Because Red is tough. Okay?” Spike put the brush down and put his hands on her shoulders, pressing his lips to the side of her neck by the bites and locking their eyes via the mirror.
She sighed at the feeling and leant into him. “Okay.”
He smiled and stepped backwards, grabbing a silk scarf. “I believe she gave you this,” he said. “Which means it might be that you’re wearing it just because it’s something of hers.” He held it out to her.
She took it, gratefully, and tied it around her neck. “How do I look?”
“Like you’re hiding a bite.”
She glared at him. “Seriously?”
“Nah.” He turned her around and kissed her softly. “You’re fine. No one will notice unless you’ve done it before.”
She let out a whimper.
“You’ve done it before?!”
“Dracula. It was a thing!” she whined.
Spike sighed. “I see.” He sighed a second time. “So I’m the third vampire to bite you?”
She bit her lip and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘themaster’.
Spike rolled his eyes and walked away.
12:59
Ianto blinked.
Jack laughed.
Libby hid her blush behind her hands.
The kids looked on, curiously, and their parents hid their eyes behind their hands.
Ianto’s sister, Rhiannon, buried her face in Ianto’s shoulder and laughed hard.
“You bought me lube and gave it to me at my parents’ house?” Ianto hissed.
“What? You said bring the Christmas presents. I tried to argue but you overruled me ... as usual. I’m getting used to having a wife now so I just gave in.”
The Jones clan were sat in their front room around the Christmas tree. Libby, Mister Jones, Rhiannon and Derek were sat on the sofa, as was Ianto. Jack, sat with his back resting against the sofa between Ianto’s knees, Kenny, Warren, Cole and Jay were sat on the floor near the Christmas tree, passing presents and playing with the big set of Lego Kenny had been given. Jack was trying to show Cole how to play with it and, although it was taking time, Cole was learning. Slowly.
“I am not you wife!” Ianto half-squeaked, kicking Jack in the back.
Rhiannon shook with silent laughter beside him, having collapsed half onto his lap.
“Who’s side are you on?” he demanded.
She pointed at Jack and laughed harder.
“Thanks, Rhi,” Ianto said, irritably. “Nice to see you displaying family loyalty.”
“Jack is family now,” Libby pointed out.
Finally having disentangled herself from Ianto’s mother, Gwen entered the room. She paused, looking over Ianto’s shoulder at the tube of lube and wrapping paper in his hands and said, quietly, “Ianto, honey, if I were you ... don't open the other present until you get home. Lube is probably the least of your worries.”
Ianto’s eyes widened as he realised what she was saying was true and he put the lube into the inside pocket of his jacket. “For later,” he said, quietly, to Jack. Rhiannon continued giggling madly.
“Here.” Ianto tossed a parcel at Libby and another at Jack, who grinned and caught his.
“Should have put them under the tree,” Libby scolded.
“What time did I have?” Ianto asked, rolling his eyes.
Libby ripped her wrapping paper first, so Jack waited, patiently, watching her. She opened the box inside and stared at it. “No!” She squealed, loudly, and threw herself at Ianto, then Jack, hugging them tightly. “Thank you!” she squealed again.
Ianto rolled his eyes again. “Well, I know you were complaining about having to requisition one every time you went out so ...” He paused. “Just don't injure yourself or Owen.”
She grinned and closed the box.
“What is it?” Rhiannon asked.
Libby grinned again and hid it. “It’s nothing, Rhi,” she lied. “A private joke.” She kicked Jack with her toe. “Open yours!”
Jack looked at Ianto who shrugged, colouring very slightly. Jack raised an eyebrow at him and took the top off the box, pulling out a long, silk scarf. He raised an eyebrow at it and looked across at Ianto, who was stealthily covering his eyes. Jack looked at it again and grinned. “Oh, Mister Harkness-Jones, we’re going to have fun with this.”
Rhiannon started giggling again and Gwen laughed, too. Ianto merely exclaimed, “I’m not Harkness-Jones!” He paused, seeing Jack’s slightly hurt look. “I’m Jones-Harkness if anything.”
Jack grinned and went back to showing Cole how to build a TARDIS out of Lego. The boy giggled and tried to put a yellow piece on the top. Jack watched, slightly sadly, wishing he could have developed like a normal child.
But then, what was ‘normal’ at Torchwood?
For a boy who was born in the Year that Never Was ... he was doing well.
13:17
“Okay, whatcha got?” Buffy asked, sitting on Xander’s lap again in front of the computer.
“Spike not come back with you?” Xander enquired, pulling her around so that she was sat without crushing his leg into the edge of the chair.
“He’s going to follow after he gets some sleep,” she said. “Unless I call him sooner.” Xander put his hand on her waist to keep her on his lap and reached for the computer.
“Tosh is trying to work out where, exactly, this place could be,” he said. “I’m trying to work out what Mad Folks’ is.”
“Isn’t it a nickname?” Buffy asked.
“I don't know. There’s something about it that tells me it isn’t a nickname.” He sighed and pulled her further onto his lap to stop her from slipping. “I don't know. There’s something about it.”
“Anagram?” Buffy asked.
“Of what?” Xander asked. “Fad Molks?”
Buffy laughed. “Perhaps! Maybe it’s alien?”
“Fad Molks? I just made that up.”
“I know you did, but maybe it’s an anagram of some alien or demonic language? It’s not like there aren’t a lot to choose from. Especially these days.” She looked across the hub at the TARDIS in the middle. “When is that going to go?” she demanded.
“I dunno. The Doctor hasn’t been back for ages,” Xander said. “I guess he’s off saving the world?”
“It gets in the way,” Buffy said.
Xander shrugged. “I like it.”
She sighed. “Hey Tosh!” she called across the hub. “Any luck?”
Tosh nodded. “I’m getting there,” she called. “Sending where I think it might be so far across to your computer, Xander.”
The screen flickered and changed and a map appeared. “Right,” Xander said, pushing Buffy off his lap and moving in. “So I’ll find if there’s anything in the vicinity that might have something to do with this. Something called Mad Folks. Right?”
Buffy nodded. “Makes sense.”
The cog door opened and Spike strolled in. He walked across to them. “Found anything?” he asked.
“I thought you were sleeping?” Buffy asked.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He put his arm around her waist. “Let’s find Red,” he said, kissing her on the hair.
“Guys,” Xander said. “I think I might have found it.”
Buffy leant over his shoulder. “U.N.I.T.?” she breathed.
On a seperate note... I wrote, ages ago, out of sheer boredom, "50 Things Libby Jones Learned at Torchwood", which, if anyone wants to read, can be found thissaway... -whistles and points at LINK-
Also, next chapter here!
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Mickey, PC Andy/Libby(OC) and other OCs who I can’t name without spoilers for the fic! And one other pairing that will probably make you lot want to lynch me.
Summary: Latest story in the Magic and Mayhem series. Two months after the mysterious disappearances of Willow, Xander and Martha and the death of a member of the team, the gang are still reeling when someone unexpected appears from the TARDIS and darkness descends on the team when they find out about their friend...
Spoilers: Oh, everything from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the first six seasons of Buffy. Just ... everything, alright?
Chapter: Seventeen: Christmas, Part 2
Master List Can be Found Here.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Buffy or Angel or anything like that. So, yeah, just ... not mine. But I do own Libby! And I kinda own this completely cracked storyline that’s developing a life of its own and I’m becoming way too attached to.
Author’s Note: I apologise if this starts off a bit Buffy-centric. It’s necessary, I think. It’ll become more Janto-y in later chapters. Tosh (and Willow by association) also have a big part in this fic. But bear with me because this is the darkest most angsty thing I’ve ever written. And if you like certain pairings (Xander/Anya, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh) you’ll be yelling “FIX IT!” within a few chapters. Forgive me, it won’t be fixed that soon. And some won’t be fixed at all... [Jen - She’s not kidding ya know!]
College. Torchwood Big Bang.
That's my only justification for my unholy slowness of posting.
I am so sorry.
...
Not that any huge amount of people seem to be reading anymore. -mutters-
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Ch.16
Chapter 17
Christmas - Part 2
Monday December 25th
Christmas Day
12:37
Buffy’s eyes flickered open and she focussed on the clock and, in particular, the time. The blinking red lights told her it was half past twelve. She sighed, snuggled into Spike’s chest and ran her fingers along his arm; the one currently around her bare chest.
“’sgobacktosleepitsnotnightyet,” Spike mumbled.
Buffy grinned. “I am sleeping,” she said.
“No you’re not; you’re awake and now so am I.” He lifted his arm up and pressed it against her mouth. “Sleep now. No talking.”
“Did I exhaust you with my rough sexing?” Buffy asked, jokingly.
“Wasn't rough, still exhausted. Sleep.”
Buffy giggled. “I can’t,” she said. “I have to go back to work.” She sat up, extricating herself from Spike’s vice-like grip. She bent over the bed and kissed him on the forehead. “I love you.”
Spike groaned and sat up too. “Where are you going?”
“Back to work. I’ve had my rest.” She stood up and pulled on her underwear, reaching for her jeans.
“You might wanna take a look in the mirror, love,” Spike said, with a grin. “You have one hell of a hickey.”
Buffy’s eyes widened and she ran to the mirror, staring at the two puncture holes on her neck. “Shit!” she gasped. “You just know they’ll see.”
“Scarf?” Spike suggested.
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s not obvious at all. I might as well go in wearing a sign that says ‘I let my vampire lover bite me’,” Buffy snapped, as she fastened her bra. Spike booed that fact.
Spike grinned. “You already are.”
Buffy glared at him and pulled her top over her head, straightening the sleeves and adjusting the v-neck to be more comfortable. She did up her jeans and looked in the mirror again. “Oh, this is stupid,” she muttered. “I wanted this, I did, but I’m going to get so much stick for it. I can just hear what Willow will-” She broke off and, grabbing her hairbrush off her dresser and quickly brushing her long blonde hair, violently.
Spike stepped up behind her, taking the hair brush. “Watch it, love, I don't want you to end up with short hair again. Especially not like this.”
Buffy sighed and let him take the hair brush and gently use it on her hair. She sighed. “What if she’s dead when we find her?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. If we come to it. Which we won’t. Because Red is tough. Okay?” Spike put the brush down and put his hands on her shoulders, pressing his lips to the side of her neck by the bites and locking their eyes via the mirror.
She sighed at the feeling and leant into him. “Okay.”
He smiled and stepped backwards, grabbing a silk scarf. “I believe she gave you this,” he said. “Which means it might be that you’re wearing it just because it’s something of hers.” He held it out to her.
She took it, gratefully, and tied it around her neck. “How do I look?”
“Like you’re hiding a bite.”
She glared at him. “Seriously?”
“Nah.” He turned her around and kissed her softly. “You’re fine. No one will notice unless you’ve done it before.”
She let out a whimper.
“You’ve done it before?!”
“Dracula. It was a thing!” she whined.
Spike sighed. “I see.” He sighed a second time. “So I’m the third vampire to bite you?”
She bit her lip and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘themaster’.
Spike rolled his eyes and walked away.
12:59
Ianto blinked.
Jack laughed.
Libby hid her blush behind her hands.
The kids looked on, curiously, and their parents hid their eyes behind their hands.
Ianto’s sister, Rhiannon, buried her face in Ianto’s shoulder and laughed hard.
“You bought me lube and gave it to me at my parents’ house?” Ianto hissed.
“What? You said bring the Christmas presents. I tried to argue but you overruled me ... as usual. I’m getting used to having a wife now so I just gave in.”
The Jones clan were sat in their front room around the Christmas tree. Libby, Mister Jones, Rhiannon and Derek were sat on the sofa, as was Ianto. Jack, sat with his back resting against the sofa between Ianto’s knees, Kenny, Warren, Cole and Jay were sat on the floor near the Christmas tree, passing presents and playing with the big set of Lego Kenny had been given. Jack was trying to show Cole how to play with it and, although it was taking time, Cole was learning. Slowly.
“I am not you wife!” Ianto half-squeaked, kicking Jack in the back.
Rhiannon shook with silent laughter beside him, having collapsed half onto his lap.
“Who’s side are you on?” he demanded.
She pointed at Jack and laughed harder.
“Thanks, Rhi,” Ianto said, irritably. “Nice to see you displaying family loyalty.”
“Jack is family now,” Libby pointed out.
Finally having disentangled herself from Ianto’s mother, Gwen entered the room. She paused, looking over Ianto’s shoulder at the tube of lube and wrapping paper in his hands and said, quietly, “Ianto, honey, if I were you ... don't open the other present until you get home. Lube is probably the least of your worries.”
Ianto’s eyes widened as he realised what she was saying was true and he put the lube into the inside pocket of his jacket. “For later,” he said, quietly, to Jack. Rhiannon continued giggling madly.
“Here.” Ianto tossed a parcel at Libby and another at Jack, who grinned and caught his.
“Should have put them under the tree,” Libby scolded.
“What time did I have?” Ianto asked, rolling his eyes.
Libby ripped her wrapping paper first, so Jack waited, patiently, watching her. She opened the box inside and stared at it. “No!” She squealed, loudly, and threw herself at Ianto, then Jack, hugging them tightly. “Thank you!” she squealed again.
Ianto rolled his eyes again. “Well, I know you were complaining about having to requisition one every time you went out so ...” He paused. “Just don't injure yourself or Owen.”
She grinned and closed the box.
“What is it?” Rhiannon asked.
Libby grinned again and hid it. “It’s nothing, Rhi,” she lied. “A private joke.” She kicked Jack with her toe. “Open yours!”
Jack looked at Ianto who shrugged, colouring very slightly. Jack raised an eyebrow at him and took the top off the box, pulling out a long, silk scarf. He raised an eyebrow at it and looked across at Ianto, who was stealthily covering his eyes. Jack looked at it again and grinned. “Oh, Mister Harkness-Jones, we’re going to have fun with this.”
Rhiannon started giggling again and Gwen laughed, too. Ianto merely exclaimed, “I’m not Harkness-Jones!” He paused, seeing Jack’s slightly hurt look. “I’m Jones-Harkness if anything.”
Jack grinned and went back to showing Cole how to build a TARDIS out of Lego. The boy giggled and tried to put a yellow piece on the top. Jack watched, slightly sadly, wishing he could have developed like a normal child.
But then, what was ‘normal’ at Torchwood?
For a boy who was born in the Year that Never Was ... he was doing well.
13:17
“Okay, whatcha got?” Buffy asked, sitting on Xander’s lap again in front of the computer.
“Spike not come back with you?” Xander enquired, pulling her around so that she was sat without crushing his leg into the edge of the chair.
“He’s going to follow after he gets some sleep,” she said. “Unless I call him sooner.” Xander put his hand on her waist to keep her on his lap and reached for the computer.
“Tosh is trying to work out where, exactly, this place could be,” he said. “I’m trying to work out what Mad Folks’ is.”
“Isn’t it a nickname?” Buffy asked.
“I don't know. There’s something about it that tells me it isn’t a nickname.” He sighed and pulled her further onto his lap to stop her from slipping. “I don't know. There’s something about it.”
“Anagram?” Buffy asked.
“Of what?” Xander asked. “Fad Molks?”
Buffy laughed. “Perhaps! Maybe it’s alien?”
“Fad Molks? I just made that up.”
“I know you did, but maybe it’s an anagram of some alien or demonic language? It’s not like there aren’t a lot to choose from. Especially these days.” She looked across the hub at the TARDIS in the middle. “When is that going to go?” she demanded.
“I dunno. The Doctor hasn’t been back for ages,” Xander said. “I guess he’s off saving the world?”
“It gets in the way,” Buffy said.
Xander shrugged. “I like it.”
She sighed. “Hey Tosh!” she called across the hub. “Any luck?”
Tosh nodded. “I’m getting there,” she called. “Sending where I think it might be so far across to your computer, Xander.”
The screen flickered and changed and a map appeared. “Right,” Xander said, pushing Buffy off his lap and moving in. “So I’ll find if there’s anything in the vicinity that might have something to do with this. Something called Mad Folks. Right?”
Buffy nodded. “Makes sense.”
The cog door opened and Spike strolled in. He walked across to them. “Found anything?” he asked.
“I thought you were sleeping?” Buffy asked.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He put his arm around her waist. “Let’s find Red,” he said, kissing her on the hair.
“Guys,” Xander said. “I think I might have found it.”
Buffy leant over his shoulder. “U.N.I.T.?” she breathed.
On a seperate note... I wrote, ages ago, out of sheer boredom, "50 Things Libby Jones Learned at Torchwood", which, if anyone wants to read, can be found thissaway... -whistles and points at LINK-
Also, next chapter here!