FIC: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly (18/29)
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: Eighteen: Christmas, Part 3
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!]
Another chapter! Less than a month apart! Be shocked, be very shocked.
Maybe it's the apocalypse :o
Anyway... chapter here!
Also, I know Rhiannon's husband - as of CoE - is Johnny, but seriously... I wrote this before that trash aired and the last thing I want to do is rewrite my version of Ianto's family to include part of a series I don't want to remember. Okay? Okay. Let's go...
And while you're reading this...-goes off to reply to comments-
This chapter is for
helping_capn_j who apparently had a three-day marathon of my fics... and is still reading. :D
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 Ch.17
Chapter 18
Christmas - Part 3
Monday December 25th
Christmas Day
13:23
“U.N.I.T.?” Buffy breathed. “A U.N.I.T. centre? I didn’t realise they were even in Cardiff.” She looked towards the other end of the hub, where Martha was talking to Owen. “Martha! Come over here!”
Martha wrapped up her conversation and walked up the steps from the autopsy bay, heading across to Buffy. “What’s up?”
“U.N.I.T.,” Buffy said, as explanation. “I think U.N.I.T. has Willow.”
Martha raised an eyebrow and looked at the screen. “You think she’s being held there?” she asked.
Tosh stood up from her desk and walked over. “Where?”
“A U.N.I.T. detention centre,” Buffy blurted.
Tosh paled. “What?” she gasped. “No, she can’t be...”
“I’m phoning U.N.I.T.,” Martha said, pulling out her phone. “Don't disturb me for a bit. Think I can use Jack’s office?”
Buffy nodded. “I’m sure he wouldn't mind. I’ll send you all the information up there.”
13:27
The Jones family were drinking bucks fizz and eating snacks off a plate. Jack’s, Ianto’s, Gwen’s and Libby’s glasses sat, undrunk, no matter how many times they were pestered, on the coffee table. The sound of a ringing phone stopped Libby playing with the Lego and Cole and she stood up, pulling her phone from her pocket. ‘Andy’ said the display. She grinned, hit answer and put it to her ear as she left the room saying, “Hey babe! Merry Christmas!”
“Babe?” Ianto mouthed.
“Sounds like Libby’s getting laid,” Jack said, putting a piece of Lego on the top of the TARDIS.
“Do not say things like that about my sister!” Ianto yelped, covering his ears.
Jack snorted. “Don't be such a wimp.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Missus Jones announced, stepping into the doorway. She quickly scanned the faces. “Where’s Elizabeth?”
“She’s off talking to her boyfriend on the phone,” Ianto said.
“Or girlfriend,” Jack muttered. Ianto shot him a look. He held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. Ianto rolled his eyes.
“Elizabeth!” Missus Jones shouted as she stepped back into the hall. “Dinner’s ready! Come and eat!”
“God, mom!” Libby shouted, as she jumped off the bottom step, having run from her room. “I’m Libby not Elizabeth. I’m not a fucking queen!”
“Language,” Ianto and Missus Jones said in sync.
Libby resisted the urge to hammer her head against the nearby wall.
13:32
“No, I understand that it’s classified,” Martha said, angrily, over the phone, “but our friend is in danger and I need -”
“Doctor Jones, your security clearance is too low to acquire this information. Get higher clearance or clear the line!” the pompous git over the phone hung up.
Martha stared at it, angrily, then kicked the desk. She was surprised, however, when the office door burst open and the Doctor strolled in, taking the phone, dialling a number and saying, “Eight-four-three-three-six-two-eight-six-seven.” He passed the phone to Martha. “My access code. Highest rank in U.N.I.T.” He grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. Martha stared at him and put the phone to her ear.
“Um ... yes. I want to know about the U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff,” she said.
“There isn’t a U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff,” Pompous Git said. “It was closed down two years ago.”
“Was the building sold?” Martha asked, writing the information down on paper.
“No, it’s still part of U.N.I.T..”
Martha paused her writing, resting her wrist on the edge of the desk. “Can you tell me who’s running or looking after the place, please?” she asked.
“Please hold,” Pompous Git said as the Doctor sat down on the other side of the desk to Martha, putting his feet up. She batted them down and covered the phone with her hand.
“Ianto would kill you,” she hissed.
“The old U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff is being looked after by Doms Falk,” Pompous Git told her, returning to the phone.
“Doms Falk?” She wrote it down. “What’s that?”
“I need your security code again to tell you,” Pompous Git said. She could almost hear him puffing himself up.
“Eight-four-three-three-six-two-eight-six-seven,” Martha said. She saw the Doctor looking impressed by her memory and shot him a grin.
“Doms Falk is a black ops part of U.N.I.T.. We deny knowledge of it, but because of your security code is so high we can tell you.” He took a breath. “We don't know what they do. We send them supplies but otherwise cut them loose. Anything else I can help you with?”
Martha shook her head, although he couldn’t see it. “No, thanks. I’ll call if there is.” She put the phone down. “When did you get back?” she asked the Doctor, quietly.
“Five minutes ago.” He shrugged. “Buffy said you were phoning U.N.I.T. and I thought my access code might help.”
“How was it?” she asked, softly.
He shrugged again. “It was fine. She’s fine. Her granddad said she doesn’t remember anything at all. Which is good. It’s all good ...”
“I’m sorry,” Martha said. “I know she meant a lot to you. More than me.”
“Don't say that,” the Doctor said. “You all mean equal to me.”
“Even Rose?”
“Rose was ... different.” He sighed. “Anyway. I better be heading off. I’ll drop Cole’s stuff off at Jack and Ianto’s place and be on my way.” He stood up and she followed suit, flinging herself at him and hugging him.
“You’ll come back soon, right?” she asked.
He nodded. “Of course.” He sighed again. “I meant to ask but we got so distracted with Cole ... How was it? Returning to the Year that Never Was?”
Martha shivered. “Never again,” she whispered. “Never.”
He kissed her hair gently. “Come on. Come say bye to the TARDIS before I go.”
“Aren't you going to say goodbye to Jack?”
The Doctor laughed. “No! It’s never goodbye. I plan to come back very soon.”
13:37
“I meant to give you this,” Jack said, quietly, passing Ianto something under the table.
Ianto pulled it out onto his lap and looked at it. Libby watched from next to him. It was an envelope.
“It just needs your signature,” Jack said, with a shrug. “Then we’re legally Cole’s parents. We can’t both be related by blood in the eyes of the law because, to the twenty-first century people it’s impossible. But we can do this.
Ianto looked at it and smiled softly. “Thank you,” he said, genuinely. He pointed at the bit that said god parents/life mentors. “Who?” he asked.
“I was thinking Gwen and the Doctor,” Jack said, with a small shrug. “Can’t think of anyone better.” He looked across the table at Gwen helping Cole to some food. “She’s already practically a surrogate mother.”
Libby smiled and put her head against Ianto’s shoulder. “You two are so sweet,” she said. “I’m an Aunt, right?”
“Yes,” Jack and Ianto said together.
She beamed.
13:41
“Okay, guys,” Martha said, as the TARDIS disappeared from the hub. “This is the information I got.” She put the paper down. “The U.N.I.T. facility is being run by Doms Falk, a black ops part of U.N.I.T.. They don't actually have anything to do with it.”
Buffy looked up. “They have Willow?”
Martha nodded. “I think so, yeah.”
She stood up. “Okay. So now what? We can’t charge in there if they don't have her.”
Tosh ran over to her computer. “I can track Willow’s energy. She had the same levels as you. I should be able to track her and know where she is in the building.”
“Do it,” Buffy said.
14:02
“And then Derek says to me, he says, ‘Rhiannon, if you do not take me into that bedroom and help me make little Kenneth a brother I will eat all the ice cream in the house and get an ice cream headache, and then won’t you be sorry?’” Rhiannon laughed and the whole table laughed with her; except Derek, who was blushing and hiding his head. Something Ianto enjoyed immensely.
“We have a story, too,” Jack said. “About this one time Ianto and I were in the Brecon Beacons and...” Ianto stepped on Jack’s toe.
“Swear to God, Jack, if you finish that story I will kill you.” Ianto shot him a grin. “And you know I will.”
Libby laughed from next to him. “I want to hear the story, Yan!”
“No, you don't!” Ianto spluttered.
“Yes, she does,” Jack said. He turned to address the table. “There were five tents, right? But then our friend Owen doesn’t put his up right, so I say to Ianto, I say ...”
BZZT! BEEP! BEEP! BZZT! BEEP! BEEP!
“Thank God for Buffy,” Ianto whimpered.
Jack looked down at his ringing mobile. “I will finish this story,” he told Ianto. He looked at Ianto’s mom at the head of the table. “It’s work; do you mind?”
His mom shook his head and Jack stood up from the table, the chair squeaking as he moved it backwards, and walked into the living room.
“I wanted to hear the story,” Libby complained.
“I’ll tell you privately later if you nag enough,” Ianto said.
“Can Cole have another helping of mashed potato, please, Missus Jones?” Gwen asked, politely, across the table.
“You don't need to ask, Gwen,” Missus Jones said, smiling fondly at her. “You’re our Ianto’s girlfriend, your son is welcome to eat anything he likes.”
“She’s not my girlfriend/I’m not his girlfriend!” Ianto and Gwen said together.
“I’m married!” Gwen exclaimed. “I’m Missus Gwen Williams! Married to Rhys Williams! And Cole is not my ... youngest,” she squeaked at the end.
“Jack is my husband, mam,” Ianto said.
Missus Jones rolled her eyes and plopped mashed potato on the plate in front of Cole. “There you go,” she said, kindly.
Ianto and Libby exchanged looks of exasperation.
At that moment the living room door burst open and Jack came out, grabbing his coat from the coat rack and tossing Ianto’s at him. “We have to go,” he announced.
Libby and Gwen looked round as Ianto stood up.
“They found Willow.”
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: Eighteen: Christmas, Part 3
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!]
Another chapter! Less than a month apart! Be shocked, be very shocked.
Maybe it's the apocalypse :o
Anyway... chapter here!
Also, I know Rhiannon's husband - as of CoE - is Johnny, but seriously... I wrote this before that trash aired and the last thing I want to do is rewrite my version of Ianto's family to include part of a series I don't want to remember. Okay? Okay. Let's go...
And while you're reading this...-goes off to reply to comments-
This chapter is for
helping_capn_j who apparently had a three-day marathon of my fics... and is still reading. :D
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 Ch.17
Chapter 18
Christmas - Part 3
Monday December 25th
Christmas Day
13:23
“U.N.I.T.?” Buffy breathed. “A U.N.I.T. centre? I didn’t realise they were even in Cardiff.” She looked towards the other end of the hub, where Martha was talking to Owen. “Martha! Come over here!”
Martha wrapped up her conversation and walked up the steps from the autopsy bay, heading across to Buffy. “What’s up?”
“U.N.I.T.,” Buffy said, as explanation. “I think U.N.I.T. has Willow.”
Martha raised an eyebrow and looked at the screen. “You think she’s being held there?” she asked.
Tosh stood up from her desk and walked over. “Where?”
“A U.N.I.T. detention centre,” Buffy blurted.
Tosh paled. “What?” she gasped. “No, she can’t be...”
“I’m phoning U.N.I.T.,” Martha said, pulling out her phone. “Don't disturb me for a bit. Think I can use Jack’s office?”
Buffy nodded. “I’m sure he wouldn't mind. I’ll send you all the information up there.”
13:27
The Jones family were drinking bucks fizz and eating snacks off a plate. Jack’s, Ianto’s, Gwen’s and Libby’s glasses sat, undrunk, no matter how many times they were pestered, on the coffee table. The sound of a ringing phone stopped Libby playing with the Lego and Cole and she stood up, pulling her phone from her pocket. ‘Andy’ said the display. She grinned, hit answer and put it to her ear as she left the room saying, “Hey babe! Merry Christmas!”
“Babe?” Ianto mouthed.
“Sounds like Libby’s getting laid,” Jack said, putting a piece of Lego on the top of the TARDIS.
“Do not say things like that about my sister!” Ianto yelped, covering his ears.
Jack snorted. “Don't be such a wimp.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Missus Jones announced, stepping into the doorway. She quickly scanned the faces. “Where’s Elizabeth?”
“She’s off talking to her boyfriend on the phone,” Ianto said.
“Or girlfriend,” Jack muttered. Ianto shot him a look. He held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. Ianto rolled his eyes.
“Elizabeth!” Missus Jones shouted as she stepped back into the hall. “Dinner’s ready! Come and eat!”
“God, mom!” Libby shouted, as she jumped off the bottom step, having run from her room. “I’m Libby not Elizabeth. I’m not a fucking queen!”
“Language,” Ianto and Missus Jones said in sync.
Libby resisted the urge to hammer her head against the nearby wall.
13:32
“No, I understand that it’s classified,” Martha said, angrily, over the phone, “but our friend is in danger and I need -”
“Doctor Jones, your security clearance is too low to acquire this information. Get higher clearance or clear the line!” the pompous git over the phone hung up.
Martha stared at it, angrily, then kicked the desk. She was surprised, however, when the office door burst open and the Doctor strolled in, taking the phone, dialling a number and saying, “Eight-four-three-three-six-two-eight-six-seven.” He passed the phone to Martha. “My access code. Highest rank in U.N.I.T.” He grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. Martha stared at him and put the phone to her ear.
“Um ... yes. I want to know about the U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff,” she said.
“There isn’t a U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff,” Pompous Git said. “It was closed down two years ago.”
“Was the building sold?” Martha asked, writing the information down on paper.
“No, it’s still part of U.N.I.T..”
Martha paused her writing, resting her wrist on the edge of the desk. “Can you tell me who’s running or looking after the place, please?” she asked.
“Please hold,” Pompous Git said as the Doctor sat down on the other side of the desk to Martha, putting his feet up. She batted them down and covered the phone with her hand.
“Ianto would kill you,” she hissed.
“The old U.N.I.T. installation in Cardiff is being looked after by Doms Falk,” Pompous Git told her, returning to the phone.
“Doms Falk?” She wrote it down. “What’s that?”
“I need your security code again to tell you,” Pompous Git said. She could almost hear him puffing himself up.
“Eight-four-three-three-six-two-eight-six-seven,” Martha said. She saw the Doctor looking impressed by her memory and shot him a grin.
“Doms Falk is a black ops part of U.N.I.T.. We deny knowledge of it, but because of your security code is so high we can tell you.” He took a breath. “We don't know what they do. We send them supplies but otherwise cut them loose. Anything else I can help you with?”
Martha shook her head, although he couldn’t see it. “No, thanks. I’ll call if there is.” She put the phone down. “When did you get back?” she asked the Doctor, quietly.
“Five minutes ago.” He shrugged. “Buffy said you were phoning U.N.I.T. and I thought my access code might help.”
“How was it?” she asked, softly.
He shrugged again. “It was fine. She’s fine. Her granddad said she doesn’t remember anything at all. Which is good. It’s all good ...”
“I’m sorry,” Martha said. “I know she meant a lot to you. More than me.”
“Don't say that,” the Doctor said. “You all mean equal to me.”
“Even Rose?”
“Rose was ... different.” He sighed. “Anyway. I better be heading off. I’ll drop Cole’s stuff off at Jack and Ianto’s place and be on my way.” He stood up and she followed suit, flinging herself at him and hugging him.
“You’ll come back soon, right?” she asked.
He nodded. “Of course.” He sighed again. “I meant to ask but we got so distracted with Cole ... How was it? Returning to the Year that Never Was?”
Martha shivered. “Never again,” she whispered. “Never.”
He kissed her hair gently. “Come on. Come say bye to the TARDIS before I go.”
“Aren't you going to say goodbye to Jack?”
The Doctor laughed. “No! It’s never goodbye. I plan to come back very soon.”
13:37
“I meant to give you this,” Jack said, quietly, passing Ianto something under the table.
Ianto pulled it out onto his lap and looked at it. Libby watched from next to him. It was an envelope.
“It just needs your signature,” Jack said, with a shrug. “Then we’re legally Cole’s parents. We can’t both be related by blood in the eyes of the law because, to the twenty-first century people it’s impossible. But we can do this.
Ianto looked at it and smiled softly. “Thank you,” he said, genuinely. He pointed at the bit that said god parents/life mentors. “Who?” he asked.
“I was thinking Gwen and the Doctor,” Jack said, with a small shrug. “Can’t think of anyone better.” He looked across the table at Gwen helping Cole to some food. “She’s already practically a surrogate mother.”
Libby smiled and put her head against Ianto’s shoulder. “You two are so sweet,” she said. “I’m an Aunt, right?”
“Yes,” Jack and Ianto said together.
She beamed.
13:41
“Okay, guys,” Martha said, as the TARDIS disappeared from the hub. “This is the information I got.” She put the paper down. “The U.N.I.T. facility is being run by Doms Falk, a black ops part of U.N.I.T.. They don't actually have anything to do with it.”
Buffy looked up. “They have Willow?”
Martha nodded. “I think so, yeah.”
She stood up. “Okay. So now what? We can’t charge in there if they don't have her.”
Tosh ran over to her computer. “I can track Willow’s energy. She had the same levels as you. I should be able to track her and know where she is in the building.”
“Do it,” Buffy said.
14:02
“And then Derek says to me, he says, ‘Rhiannon, if you do not take me into that bedroom and help me make little Kenneth a brother I will eat all the ice cream in the house and get an ice cream headache, and then won’t you be sorry?’” Rhiannon laughed and the whole table laughed with her; except Derek, who was blushing and hiding his head. Something Ianto enjoyed immensely.
“We have a story, too,” Jack said. “About this one time Ianto and I were in the Brecon Beacons and...” Ianto stepped on Jack’s toe.
“Swear to God, Jack, if you finish that story I will kill you.” Ianto shot him a grin. “And you know I will.”
Libby laughed from next to him. “I want to hear the story, Yan!”
“No, you don't!” Ianto spluttered.
“Yes, she does,” Jack said. He turned to address the table. “There were five tents, right? But then our friend Owen doesn’t put his up right, so I say to Ianto, I say ...”
BZZT! BEEP! BEEP! BZZT! BEEP! BEEP!
“Thank God for Buffy,” Ianto whimpered.
Jack looked down at his ringing mobile. “I will finish this story,” he told Ianto. He looked at Ianto’s mom at the head of the table. “It’s work; do you mind?”
His mom shook his head and Jack stood up from the table, the chair squeaking as he moved it backwards, and walked into the living room.
“I wanted to hear the story,” Libby complained.
“I’ll tell you privately later if you nag enough,” Ianto said.
“Can Cole have another helping of mashed potato, please, Missus Jones?” Gwen asked, politely, across the table.
“You don't need to ask, Gwen,” Missus Jones said, smiling fondly at her. “You’re our Ianto’s girlfriend, your son is welcome to eat anything he likes.”
“She’s not my girlfriend/I’m not his girlfriend!” Ianto and Gwen said together.
“I’m married!” Gwen exclaimed. “I’m Missus Gwen Williams! Married to Rhys Williams! And Cole is not my ... youngest,” she squeaked at the end.
“Jack is my husband, mam,” Ianto said.
Missus Jones rolled her eyes and plopped mashed potato on the plate in front of Cole. “There you go,” she said, kindly.
Ianto and Libby exchanged looks of exasperation.
At that moment the living room door burst open and Jack came out, grabbing his coat from the coat rack and tossing Ianto’s at him. “We have to go,” he announced.
Libby and Gwen looked round as Ianto stood up.
“They found Willow.”