FIC: Remember (4b/?)
Name: Remember
Rating: Hard R for really creepy stuff.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
So you know how I wanted to post this before I finished posting CWM? So didn't happen.
Going to TRY and post this before the start of the next fic. -sigh- I need a brain.
This is for cherry_soup888 who asked so nicely and thusly reminded me I hadn't posted and was an idiot.
-snuffles- Yeah, I'm still ill.
LISTEN HERE, YOU LOT!
Always wanted to do that...
Anyway. Go over to skullgirl013 's page and read her fic "Of Blood and of RetCon" it's AMAZING and I had the honour of beta'ing it. Seriously, guys, it's worth reading. It's Romeo and Juliet with Jack and Ianto and it's just ... fabulous. Look, I'll even put a direct link HERE. Read it, seriously.
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4
Chapter 4b
02:31
It was dark, but Ianto walked with a disturbing confidence as Spike followed him, as though he didn’t care what roads he was on as long as he was walking.
There was a blonde woman a few foot ahead of the Welshman and Spike was ten foot behind him, his footsteps silent. Ianto didn’t even know he was there.
He’d been wondering how to approach Ianto while he walked. Did he just go up to him and demand he gave him five minutes to explain himself? He wondered if they’d all forgotten that John fellow, too. Why hadn’t Jack made that comparison? Just another one of those many questions needing answering, he supposed.
He’d been following Ianto fifteen minutes when he realised he wasn’t the only one following; Ianto was following the blonde woman, who was becoming increasingly restless. She dived across the busy road, dodging cars, and headed down a dark alleyway, eager to escape her stalker.
It didn’t work. Ianto followed, swiftly, crossing the road like a man on a mission, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He actually gave Spike the creeps. He was so ... sinister as he sped up, stalking the girl closer.
Spike groaned. He’d have to intervene. He’d have to save a happy-meal’s life. If he let Ianto kill her he could feed ...
No. Buffy would kill him when she got her real memory back.
The moment the girl stopped and turned around, retrieving a can of pepper spray from her bag. Spike reached his decision. As Ianto poised himself for the attack, Spike threw himself at him, knocking both of them to the ground. Pain ripped through his skull and he bit back a howl as the two of them rolled over and over each other, landing with Spike straddling his hips, pinning him down by the throat, not hard enough to cause him pain but enough to hold him down.
Spike turned to the girl. “Run!” he screamed. The girl didn’t need telling twice, turning and running down the alleyway, the sound of her heels clacking against the paving stones echoing back towards him and Ianto.
Spike let out a shout of rage as Ianto flipped them both over, scrambling to his feet and trying to run. “Oh, no, you bloody don't,” Spike yelled, running after him and tackling him around the waist, pulling them both to the ground again. This time he managed to grab Ianto’s hands, holding them at the small of his back, the side of his face pressed to the ground. He was careful not to make it painful.
“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Spike snarled.
Ianto writhed. “Let go of me!” he yelled.
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen,” Spike retorted, holding him tighter. “Why were you stalking that girl?”
Ianto somehow managed to shrug.
“Were you going to kill her?”
No response.
“I’m trying to help you,” Spike snapped.
“Why? I don't even know you!” Ianto retorted.
Spike let out an angry growl. “Yes, you do,” he snapped. “And I know you. But you don't remember. I’m the only one that does remember.”
“How convenient!” Ianto spat.
“I know everything about you,” Spike said. “I’ve heard you talking on the phone to your sister, Libby. I know Gwen Cooper’s old police partner was PC Andy Davidson, though I’ve never met him. I know you’re in love with Jack for some stupid reason and that Buffy’s replaced you!” Spike hissed. “This is all wrong, you idiot. She’s supposed to be with me and you’re supposed to be with Jack!”
Ianto stopped wriggling. “Let me up,” he demanded.
“Only if you won’t run,” Spike insisted.
“I won’t. I want to know what you think you know.”
“Promise?”
“I’m a murderer, you really think my promises are worth anything?” Ianto pointed out, ever logical.
“Good point.” Spike climbed off Ianto, releasing him, and Ianto stood, brushing down his suit.
“Drink?”
“Oh yes. Then we talk,” Spike said. “Murderer to murderer.”
02:49
“So you’re the only one that remembers this?” Ianto quizzed.
“Yes,” Spike replied. “I remember how everything is supposed to be. Willow and Tosh are a couple, you and Jack are always shagging when you have a minute, Buffy is finally starting to love me and Xander and Anya live in their own personal Pleasantville.”
Ianto snorted into his beer.
“And you, Ianto, are most certainly not a murderer. You’re not capable of harming innocent girls. It’s not in you. You’re not me.” Spike took a swig of his bourbon and grimaced. “Hell, I’m not me anymore.” He leant back in his seat.
“I’m not a murderer? But I remember ... I remember my hands around her throat squeezing the life out of her thinking of B...” He broke off.
“Buffy. You can say it. I don't blame you for wishing she was dead. I’m feeling the same way about Jack at the moment.”
Ianto nodded. “Okay.”
“So the million-dollar question is,” Spike said. “What are we going to do about this?”
“What?”
“Well, obviously we need to do something about you and find out what Adam is doing at the same time. And the place to do that is the hub.”
“You want me to smuggle you into the hub.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yep.” Spike took another swig of his drink. “Then we access the CCTV, find out what the hell happened to you and the others.”
“I don't know. Jack would kill me. Literally.”
“You already think you’re a murderer and because of that you’re trying to kill again. If you do you’ll get caught and Jack will kill you anyway. You might as well go down trying to save yourself and the others.”
Ianto blinked. He was making scary logic.
“Alright,” the messed up Welshman said. “We’ve got timing on our side, too.”
“Oh?”
“Jack’s moving in with Buffy, so he won’t be in the hub tonight.”
Spike’s fists clenched under the table, but he kept his voice even. “That’s why you were off on a hunt?”
“Yeah.”
Spike nodded. “Been there, done that.” He closed his eyes and focussed on the sounds around him for a moment, calming down. “Right. When do we do this thing?”
“Half past three,” Ianto said. “It’ll give us two and a half hours to do what we need to do as long as Jack doesn’t come in early.”
“And if he does?”
“We’re fucked.”
“Lovely.” Spike took another gulp of his drink and stared at Ianto. “I guess we’ll have another drink while we wait then,” he said, standing up to get them.
Next: Chapter 5a
Rating: Hard R for really creepy stuff.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
So you know how I wanted to post this before I finished posting CWM? So didn't happen.
Going to TRY and post this before the start of the next fic. -sigh- I need a brain.
This is for cherry_soup888 who asked so nicely and thusly reminded me I hadn't posted and was an idiot.
-snuffles- Yeah, I'm still ill.
LISTEN HERE, YOU LOT!
Always wanted to do that...
Anyway. Go over to skullgirl013 's page and read her fic "Of Blood and of RetCon" it's AMAZING and I had the honour of beta'ing it. Seriously, guys, it's worth reading. It's Romeo and Juliet with Jack and Ianto and it's just ... fabulous. Look, I'll even put a direct link HERE. Read it, seriously.
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4
Chapter 4b
02:31
It was dark, but Ianto walked with a disturbing confidence as Spike followed him, as though he didn’t care what roads he was on as long as he was walking.
There was a blonde woman a few foot ahead of the Welshman and Spike was ten foot behind him, his footsteps silent. Ianto didn’t even know he was there.
He’d been wondering how to approach Ianto while he walked. Did he just go up to him and demand he gave him five minutes to explain himself? He wondered if they’d all forgotten that John fellow, too. Why hadn’t Jack made that comparison? Just another one of those many questions needing answering, he supposed.
He’d been following Ianto fifteen minutes when he realised he wasn’t the only one following; Ianto was following the blonde woman, who was becoming increasingly restless. She dived across the busy road, dodging cars, and headed down a dark alleyway, eager to escape her stalker.
It didn’t work. Ianto followed, swiftly, crossing the road like a man on a mission, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He actually gave Spike the creeps. He was so ... sinister as he sped up, stalking the girl closer.
Spike groaned. He’d have to intervene. He’d have to save a happy-meal’s life. If he let Ianto kill her he could feed ...
No. Buffy would kill him when she got her real memory back.
The moment the girl stopped and turned around, retrieving a can of pepper spray from her bag. Spike reached his decision. As Ianto poised himself for the attack, Spike threw himself at him, knocking both of them to the ground. Pain ripped through his skull and he bit back a howl as the two of them rolled over and over each other, landing with Spike straddling his hips, pinning him down by the throat, not hard enough to cause him pain but enough to hold him down.
Spike turned to the girl. “Run!” he screamed. The girl didn’t need telling twice, turning and running down the alleyway, the sound of her heels clacking against the paving stones echoing back towards him and Ianto.
Spike let out a shout of rage as Ianto flipped them both over, scrambling to his feet and trying to run. “Oh, no, you bloody don't,” Spike yelled, running after him and tackling him around the waist, pulling them both to the ground again. This time he managed to grab Ianto’s hands, holding them at the small of his back, the side of his face pressed to the ground. He was careful not to make it painful.
“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Spike snarled.
Ianto writhed. “Let go of me!” he yelled.
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen,” Spike retorted, holding him tighter. “Why were you stalking that girl?”
Ianto somehow managed to shrug.
“Were you going to kill her?”
No response.
“I’m trying to help you,” Spike snapped.
“Why? I don't even know you!” Ianto retorted.
Spike let out an angry growl. “Yes, you do,” he snapped. “And I know you. But you don't remember. I’m the only one that does remember.”
“How convenient!” Ianto spat.
“I know everything about you,” Spike said. “I’ve heard you talking on the phone to your sister, Libby. I know Gwen Cooper’s old police partner was PC Andy Davidson, though I’ve never met him. I know you’re in love with Jack for some stupid reason and that Buffy’s replaced you!” Spike hissed. “This is all wrong, you idiot. She’s supposed to be with me and you’re supposed to be with Jack!”
Ianto stopped wriggling. “Let me up,” he demanded.
“Only if you won’t run,” Spike insisted.
“I won’t. I want to know what you think you know.”
“Promise?”
“I’m a murderer, you really think my promises are worth anything?” Ianto pointed out, ever logical.
“Good point.” Spike climbed off Ianto, releasing him, and Ianto stood, brushing down his suit.
“Drink?”
“Oh yes. Then we talk,” Spike said. “Murderer to murderer.”
02:49
“So you’re the only one that remembers this?” Ianto quizzed.
“Yes,” Spike replied. “I remember how everything is supposed to be. Willow and Tosh are a couple, you and Jack are always shagging when you have a minute, Buffy is finally starting to love me and Xander and Anya live in their own personal Pleasantville.”
Ianto snorted into his beer.
“And you, Ianto, are most certainly not a murderer. You’re not capable of harming innocent girls. It’s not in you. You’re not me.” Spike took a swig of his bourbon and grimaced. “Hell, I’m not me anymore.” He leant back in his seat.
“I’m not a murderer? But I remember ... I remember my hands around her throat squeezing the life out of her thinking of B...” He broke off.
“Buffy. You can say it. I don't blame you for wishing she was dead. I’m feeling the same way about Jack at the moment.”
Ianto nodded. “Okay.”
“So the million-dollar question is,” Spike said. “What are we going to do about this?”
“What?”
“Well, obviously we need to do something about you and find out what Adam is doing at the same time. And the place to do that is the hub.”
“You want me to smuggle you into the hub.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yep.” Spike took another swig of his drink. “Then we access the CCTV, find out what the hell happened to you and the others.”
“I don't know. Jack would kill me. Literally.”
“You already think you’re a murderer and because of that you’re trying to kill again. If you do you’ll get caught and Jack will kill you anyway. You might as well go down trying to save yourself and the others.”
Ianto blinked. He was making scary logic.
“Alright,” the messed up Welshman said. “We’ve got timing on our side, too.”
“Oh?”
“Jack’s moving in with Buffy, so he won’t be in the hub tonight.”
Spike’s fists clenched under the table, but he kept his voice even. “That’s why you were off on a hunt?”
“Yeah.”
Spike nodded. “Been there, done that.” He closed his eyes and focussed on the sounds around him for a moment, calming down. “Right. When do we do this thing?”
“Half past three,” Ianto said. “It’ll give us two and a half hours to do what we need to do as long as Jack doesn’t come in early.”
“And if he does?”
“We’re fucked.”
“Lovely.” Spike took another gulp of his drink and stared at Ianto. “I guess we’ll have another drink while we wait then,” he said, standing up to get them.
Next: Chapter 5a