FIC: Come What May - Part A (3/14)
Name: Come What May
Rating: R - Fixed Rating for all chapters.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Donna, Rose, Sarah-Jane Smith, Mickey, Jackie, Libby(OC) and some other minor OCs and characters. Implied Ten/Rose.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood; the combined Torchwood and Scoobie gang encounter their hardest battle yet when the Daleks invade Earth. Contains parallels to DW: 4.12: The Stolen Earth and 4.13: Journey’s End.
Spoilers: Everything is fair game.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013. Thanks, hun, you're awesome:)
Author’s Note: So here’s the thing. The chapters of this fic average at about 1000 words. Some go a little over, some go a lot under. I think one is 600 words. Complain and I’ll start quoting cazmalfoy’s favourite word to you :P j/k. Enjoy the fic and when the chapters are particularly short I might give you two in one day. Hell, I might do that anyway.
Disclaimer: I sure as heck don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or ... Hell, I don't own anything except Libby. And I don't own this particular storyline. A lot of the dialog and stuff is stolen snagged from the episodes not because I’m lazy but because I love the episodes so much. But, remember, this is told from a Magic and Mayhem point of view, so a lot of it is different and adjusted and hopefully worth the read. Plus, it’s a fic. I’ll stop rambling on about how this isn’t mine now. Coz it’s not. Obviously. I’m not RTD. I ain’t even a man.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
Andddd chapter three.
Don't kill me, please, my beta already did. Twice.
Chapter 3
08:48
“Three thousand miles and closing,” Tosh announced from her desk.
Everyone turned to look at her and the computer screen. “Who are they?” Buffy asked, slight fear colouring her tone.
“How should...” Jack started when his phone rang. He pulled it out, flipped it open and looked, curiously, at the screen displaying the name “Martha”. He’d never been more relieved to see a name. “Martha Jones, voice of a nightingale,” he said. “Tell me you put something in my drink.” He refrained from lecturing her on not contacting him for so long even though he’d been worried sick.
“No such luck,” Martha replied down the line. “Have you heard from the Doctor?”
“Not a word. Where are you?” Jack demanded. He was annoyed that U.N.I.T. had chosen that time in particular to call Martha back to London. He hoped she was on her way back to Cardiff.
“New York,” she replied.
“You’re what?” Jack almost squeaked.
“What is it?” Ianto asked.
“She’s in New York!” he replied.
“What’s she doing there?” Gwen asked.
“That was my assignment when U.N.I.T. called me back,” Martha said, as Jack turned on speakerphone. “I’m now Medical director on Project Indigo.”
“Did you get that thing working?” Jack enquired.
“Indigo is top secret! No one’s supposed to know about it.”
Everyone looked at Jack curiously.
“I met a soldier in a bar ... Long story ... ” Jack said, awkwardly.
“When was this?” Ianto demanded.
“Now’s not the time!” Buffy exclaimed.
“Strictly professional,” Jack promised.
“Fifteen hundred miles, guys, and accelerating,” Tosh announced.
“They’re almost here,” Gwen said, uselessly.
“There’s a communication coming in,” the computer genius said, hitting more buttons and tapping keys.
“Well, let’s hear it,” Jack said. “Listening, Martha?”
“With you all the way,” Martha replied.
When the first robotic voice said ‘Exterminate’ in its monotone, Jack’s jaw dropped and the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the desk. “No!” he gasped. “Oh no!”
“What is it?” Buffy demanded, using annoyance to shield herself from the fear invading her senses.
“Who are they, Jack?” Gwen asked.
“Do you know them?” Tosh enquired.
Jack put his arm around Ianto, kissing him hard on the head. The fear in his eyes was enough to make Buffy’s blood run cold. “Who are they?” she said.
“There’s nothing I can do,” Jack said. Buffy looked at him fearfully, as she felt Spike’s hand slip around hers. “I’m sorry. We’re dead.”
She squeezed Spike’s hand. “Who are they?”
“Daleks,” Jack said, somehow managing to pull Ianto in closer. “They’re Daleks.”
Ianto jerked as though he’d been stung. “Did you say Daleks?”
Jack paled. “They were at Canary Wharf,” he said, realisation dawning. “You know them too.”
There a click over the phone on hands free, signalling that Martha had switched to her Bluetooth earpiece. “Jack, if this is the Daleks ...” she started. “If they have the technology and will to move the planet ...”
“I know,” Jack breathed. “They’re going to be more deadly than ever.”
“How?” Ianto said, his voice barely a whimper. “How can they be more deadly?”
“Why would they want to move the planet, though?” Martha asked, her trembling voice the only thing betraying the underlying fear.
The ground shook beneath them once more as Daleks swarmed the skies and began reigning devastation down upon all the cities. Cardiff included.
“Glad I’m not out there,” Xander commented, trying to lighten the mood.
Ianto gasped, loudly. “Oh God! Libby’s out there!”
09:32
The ground shook beneath her car as Libby zoomed down the roads, Daleks descending from the skies above, desperate to get to the Torchwood hub and her brother. She was nearly there now, but she realised it wasn’t time to celebrate yet. She was still in danger and would be until she arrived at the lift.
She could swear her heart actually stopped for a moment when she first saw the ships, slamming her foot down on the accelerator and skidding around a corner, trying to avoid abandoned cars and mobs of people. She’d always seen in films how in a crisis things turned to anarchy.
She hadn’t believed that would really happen until tonight.
Or, she reminded herself, today. It just felt like night due to the lack of sun.
Which, she realised, was strange, since, although she wasn’t the smartest person in the entire world, though she wasn’t stupid either, she had an elementary understanding of a lot of things and knew that losing the sun should mean death for everyone. They should all be frozen to death.
Well, she wasn’t going to complain about it. She pulled her phone out as she drove and hit her speed dial, putting her phone in her hands free kit.
“Libby! Thank God you’re okay!” he exclaimed as soon as he answered. He sounded more stressed out even than before. Libby was surprised that was possible. “Where are you?”
“Not far away now,” she said. “Twenty minutes at most.”
“I wish you’d stayed at home,” Ianto said. “They’re coming down to Earth. They’re Daleks.”
“What are Daleks?” Libby asked, chills running down her spine from the fear in his voice.
“One of the things from Canary Wharf,” Ianto explained quickly. “Just be careful! Don't let them see you. They’ll kill you if they see you.”
“Understood,” Libby replied. “I’ll have to concentrate then.” She moved to hang up then paused. “I love you, Yan,” she reiterated.
“Stop saying that like we’re never going to see each other again,” he yelled down the phone. “I love you too, but stop it!”
Libby nodded. “See you soon,” she said, shortly, hanging up, turning her attention back to the road, just in time for the car to collide, head on, with a Dalek, sat in the middle of the road.
A scream ripped itsels from her lips as the car flipped, spinning through the air and impacting the ground nearby. Then everything went black.
Next: Chapter 4
Rating: R - Fixed Rating for all chapters.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Donna, Rose, Sarah-Jane Smith, Mickey, Jackie, Libby(OC) and some other minor OCs and characters. Implied Ten/Rose.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood; the combined Torchwood and Scoobie gang encounter their hardest battle yet when the Daleks invade Earth. Contains parallels to DW: 4.12: The Stolen Earth and 4.13: Journey’s End.
Spoilers: Everything is fair game.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013. Thanks, hun, you're awesome:)
Author’s Note: So here’s the thing. The chapters of this fic average at about 1000 words. Some go a little over, some go a lot under. I think one is 600 words. Complain and I’ll start quoting cazmalfoy’s favourite word to you :P j/k. Enjoy the fic and when the chapters are particularly short I might give you two in one day. Hell, I might do that anyway.
Disclaimer: I sure as heck don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or ... Hell, I don't own anything except Libby. And I don't own this particular storyline. A lot of the dialog and stuff is stolen snagged from the episodes not because I’m lazy but because I love the episodes so much. But, remember, this is told from a Magic and Mayhem point of view, so a lot of it is different and adjusted and hopefully worth the read. Plus, it’s a fic. I’ll stop rambling on about how this isn’t mine now. Coz it’s not. Obviously. I’m not RTD. I ain’t even a man.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
Andddd chapter three.
Don't kill me, please, my beta already did. Twice.
Chapter 3
08:48
“Three thousand miles and closing,” Tosh announced from her desk.
Everyone turned to look at her and the computer screen. “Who are they?” Buffy asked, slight fear colouring her tone.
“How should...” Jack started when his phone rang. He pulled it out, flipped it open and looked, curiously, at the screen displaying the name “Martha”. He’d never been more relieved to see a name. “Martha Jones, voice of a nightingale,” he said. “Tell me you put something in my drink.” He refrained from lecturing her on not contacting him for so long even though he’d been worried sick.
“No such luck,” Martha replied down the line. “Have you heard from the Doctor?”
“Not a word. Where are you?” Jack demanded. He was annoyed that U.N.I.T. had chosen that time in particular to call Martha back to London. He hoped she was on her way back to Cardiff.
“New York,” she replied.
“You’re what?” Jack almost squeaked.
“What is it?” Ianto asked.
“She’s in New York!” he replied.
“What’s she doing there?” Gwen asked.
“That was my assignment when U.N.I.T. called me back,” Martha said, as Jack turned on speakerphone. “I’m now Medical director on Project Indigo.”
“Did you get that thing working?” Jack enquired.
“Indigo is top secret! No one’s supposed to know about it.”
Everyone looked at Jack curiously.
“I met a soldier in a bar ... Long story ... ” Jack said, awkwardly.
“When was this?” Ianto demanded.
“Now’s not the time!” Buffy exclaimed.
“Strictly professional,” Jack promised.
“Fifteen hundred miles, guys, and accelerating,” Tosh announced.
“They’re almost here,” Gwen said, uselessly.
“There’s a communication coming in,” the computer genius said, hitting more buttons and tapping keys.
“Well, let’s hear it,” Jack said. “Listening, Martha?”
“With you all the way,” Martha replied.
When the first robotic voice said ‘Exterminate’ in its monotone, Jack’s jaw dropped and the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the desk. “No!” he gasped. “Oh no!”
“What is it?” Buffy demanded, using annoyance to shield herself from the fear invading her senses.
“Who are they, Jack?” Gwen asked.
“Do you know them?” Tosh enquired.
Jack put his arm around Ianto, kissing him hard on the head. The fear in his eyes was enough to make Buffy’s blood run cold. “Who are they?” she said.
“There’s nothing I can do,” Jack said. Buffy looked at him fearfully, as she felt Spike’s hand slip around hers. “I’m sorry. We’re dead.”
She squeezed Spike’s hand. “Who are they?”
“Daleks,” Jack said, somehow managing to pull Ianto in closer. “They’re Daleks.”
Ianto jerked as though he’d been stung. “Did you say Daleks?”
Jack paled. “They were at Canary Wharf,” he said, realisation dawning. “You know them too.”
There a click over the phone on hands free, signalling that Martha had switched to her Bluetooth earpiece. “Jack, if this is the Daleks ...” she started. “If they have the technology and will to move the planet ...”
“I know,” Jack breathed. “They’re going to be more deadly than ever.”
“How?” Ianto said, his voice barely a whimper. “How can they be more deadly?”
“Why would they want to move the planet, though?” Martha asked, her trembling voice the only thing betraying the underlying fear.
The ground shook beneath them once more as Daleks swarmed the skies and began reigning devastation down upon all the cities. Cardiff included.
“Glad I’m not out there,” Xander commented, trying to lighten the mood.
Ianto gasped, loudly. “Oh God! Libby’s out there!”
09:32
The ground shook beneath her car as Libby zoomed down the roads, Daleks descending from the skies above, desperate to get to the Torchwood hub and her brother. She was nearly there now, but she realised it wasn’t time to celebrate yet. She was still in danger and would be until she arrived at the lift.
She could swear her heart actually stopped for a moment when she first saw the ships, slamming her foot down on the accelerator and skidding around a corner, trying to avoid abandoned cars and mobs of people. She’d always seen in films how in a crisis things turned to anarchy.
She hadn’t believed that would really happen until tonight.
Or, she reminded herself, today. It just felt like night due to the lack of sun.
Which, she realised, was strange, since, although she wasn’t the smartest person in the entire world, though she wasn’t stupid either, she had an elementary understanding of a lot of things and knew that losing the sun should mean death for everyone. They should all be frozen to death.
Well, she wasn’t going to complain about it. She pulled her phone out as she drove and hit her speed dial, putting her phone in her hands free kit.
“Libby! Thank God you’re okay!” he exclaimed as soon as he answered. He sounded more stressed out even than before. Libby was surprised that was possible. “Where are you?”
“Not far away now,” she said. “Twenty minutes at most.”
“I wish you’d stayed at home,” Ianto said. “They’re coming down to Earth. They’re Daleks.”
“What are Daleks?” Libby asked, chills running down her spine from the fear in his voice.
“One of the things from Canary Wharf,” Ianto explained quickly. “Just be careful! Don't let them see you. They’ll kill you if they see you.”
“Understood,” Libby replied. “I’ll have to concentrate then.” She moved to hang up then paused. “I love you, Yan,” she reiterated.
“Stop saying that like we’re never going to see each other again,” he yelled down the phone. “I love you too, but stop it!”
Libby nodded. “See you soon,” she said, shortly, hanging up, turning her attention back to the road, just in time for the car to collide, head on, with a Dalek, sat in the middle of the road.
A scream ripped itsels from her lips as the car flipped, spinning through the air and impacting the ground nearby. Then everything went black.
Next: Chapter 4