FIC: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly (11/?)
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: Eleven: Jack has PMS too.
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!]
So life exploded. I have bad, bad, bad backache, a headache, I have the potential to go to a John Barrowman concert in May but I don't even know and I'm a sucky, sucky fanfic writer who's not been posting and for that I am VERY SORRY!
I promise lots of porn when Torchwood returns and brings my TW brain with me.
In the meantime, if you like Supernatural or Smallville or Bones go check out my other fanfic :D
Thanks for being so patient with the crappiness that is me.
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10
Chapter 11
Jack has PMS too.
Monday December 23rd
09:59
“What’s going on, guys?” Libby asked as Buffy continued to play with her scar.
“We want you to meet someone.” Jack stepped into the doorway. “Gwen, could you please?”
A couple of moments later, Gwen stepped out of the hallway, Cole clinging to her legs.
“Oh, who’s this?” Libby squealed. She ran forward to try and get to Cole, but he dodged over to and hugged Gwen closely, tucking his head into her waist. Libby blinked at him then looked up at Ianto and Jack, stood, side-by-side, looking at him, sadly. “Who ...?”
“Libby, this is Cole,” Ianto said, calmly. “Our son.”
“Oh!” Libby and Buffy squealed in unison. “You adopted!” Libby announced.
“No, this is our son,” Jack corrected. “Cole Harkness-Jones.”
Buffy looked at him then back at Ianto and Jack. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening. “Oh my god. He’s yours.”
“It’s so cool you adopted!” Libby squeaked.
Jack sighed and looked at Ianto. “Is she always this slow on the uptake?”
Ianto chuckled. “Libby, he’s ours. He’s our son.”
“Ianto, he’s about six years old. How old were you when you met Jack?” She stopped. “And anyway, who’s his mother? Who’s his father?”
Ianto opened his mouth and Jack pointed at him. “Don’t you dare say the M word.”He turned to Libby. “We’re his fathers. Biologically.”
Libby’s jaw dropped open. “How ... how is that possible?” she gasped.
“I second that ‘how’!” Buffy exclaimed. “How?”
“Basically I carried him a year ago,” Jack said. “And ...”
“Whoa.” Buffy put her hands up. “A year? A year my arse! He’s six years old!”
Jack flinched. “I know. That’s ... complicated and a story for another time. For now all you need to know is he’s our son; biologically.”
Libby stared at Cole, who grinned widely when Gwen tickled him, then looked at Jack, then looked at Cole’s eyes, then at Ianto. “Wow. He really is yours.”
Buffy stumbled backwards and sat on the chair by the console. The Doctor glowered at her for a moment before going back to what he was doing.
10:47
“Where were you last night?”
Libby looked up from her sofa at Andy, stood in the doorway of her flat. “Didn't I lock the door?” she asked.
“Nope. It appears not.” He stepped in and closed the door. “Where were you?”
“I was with Toshiko.” Libby leant back and sighed. “Which has only made me more determined to find out what’s happening to these witches.” She rifled through the pages. “Tell me you see a link. Something we can follow.”
He walked over, dumped his coat and sat next to her. “Only all the aneurisms.”
She stared at the page. “Oh, I’m so stupid,” she muttered, standing up and walking across to her home computer.
“You look dazed somehow,” Andy said, stepping behind her and sweeping her hair from her shoulders, running his fingers through it.
“I’ve just had a surreal morning.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No, I want to forget it for now and deal with it when I return to the hub.” She put her hand over his and smiled up at him as she loaded Google. “And I want to find out if my hunch is correct.” She typed something into the search as Andy kissed her hair and reached for a chair, bringing it across to sit next to her.
“What?”
“You’ll see.” She loaded up a page and scanned it quickly. Nothing. She grimaced. “Never the first page...” she muttered, hitting the back button and scrolling down. “Here!”
She loaded up another page.
“Yahtzee,” she said.
“What?”
“Oh, I heard it on a TV show. I decided ‘bingo’ was too cliché.”
Andy raised an eyebrow at her.
She sighed. “Never mind.”
“You going to tell me what you’ve worked out?” Andy asked.
Libby loaded up another screen on the computer. “Do me a favour?”
Andy looked at her. “Anything.”
“Make me a coffee while I do this.”
He rolled his eyes. “I thought your brother did that,” he muttered, as he wandered across to the kitchen.
Libby pulled out her phone and dialled a number, holding it against her shoulder with her ear, head tilted to one side as she typed. “Mickey? Hi, brilliant, glad you’re there. I need you to meet me at the hub. I think I’ve worked out what’s so odd about these witches.”
“I’ll be there,” Mickey grunted, hanging up.
Libby tapped a few more keys and leaned across the desk, hitting the button on her printer to turn it on.
Andy put the mug of coffee he’d prepared down on the desk next to Libby. “Not sticking around?” he asked, sitting back down in the chair.
“Can’t. Got to print this off then get back to the hub. And I really need to grill Jack and Ianto about ... oh never mind.” She sighed and hit print, standing up.
“Can I come?”
The question caught her off guard and, tucking her hair behind her ear, she said, “No, we’re crowded enough as it is and ...”
“I know that’s not true,” Andy said, quietly. “You said you had people missing.”
“Yeah, well, they’re back now apart from Willow and the hub is full - though a little depressed - and I think Jack would kill me if I brought my boyfriend into work. Hm, I wonder if there is a ‘bring your boyfriend to work day’ at Torchwood. Bearing Jack in mind there probably is ...” She reached for the papers coming off the printer and stacked them together, grabbing her stapler and sticking a staple in the corner.
“Fine.” Andy stood up and reached for his jacket. “In that case I’ll see you tonight?”
“Dinner, yes? Yes, I’ll be there unless the world ends.” She quickly touched the wood of her desk and slipped the papers into her bag.
Andy sighed at her and kissed her on the cheek. “See you then.”
“See you.” She turned to look at him but he’d already left through the open door. She sighed and hooked the handle of her bag over her shoulder, grabbing her keys and heading out of her flat.
11:07
“How do you propose we go about this?” Jack asked Ianto, quietly, as they approached Tosh’s desk. “You know Tosh. She’ll want to know everything.”
“And Buffy didn’t? I mean, who asks how the baby gets out of its mo-father?” Ianto replied.
“Well, she has the right to know. She is second-in-command.”
“I suppose so.” They stopped by Tosh’s desk. “Tosh,” Ianto said, softly.
Tosh looked up at them. She seemed brighter, somehow, as though the sleep had done her good. “Hey,” she said, with a small smile, something that had been missing for almost three months. “What’s going on?”
“We have someone to introduce you to,” Jack said.
The invisible lift descended at that moment and Libby jumped off before it reached the bottom, running across to Jack. “Jack!” she exclaimed. “I have some information to show you.”
Jack looked round at her. “Oh, look who’s back,” he said, with a sigh. “Where did you run off to?”
“To cope. I’m struggling. Look, can I talk to you? Please? I have something to show you.”
Jack looked at Ianto. “Tell Tosh. I’ll be back in a minute.” He took Libby by the arm and led her across to the doorway of his office, where he stopped. “What?”
Libby held up her findings. “I’ve been looking into these witches and ... warlocks, if that’s what they’re called ... that we’ve been finding. They all died of aneurysms and ...”
Jack held up his hand. “I don't want you looking into this,” he said. “Just leave it be, Libby, don't turn into Gwen on me.”
Libby bristled. “But I have information that could be important.”
Pointing at the papers, Jack said, “Shred those and go back to doing what I tell you. Or I’ll RetCon you so hard you forget your own name.” He stalked off back across the hub and Libby gaped at him as he went.
“What happened?” Mickey asked, approaching her, cautiously.
"I think he has PMS, too," Libby deadpanned.
Next: Chapter 12
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: Eleven: Jack has PMS too.
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!]
So life exploded. I have bad, bad, bad backache, a headache, I have the potential to go to a John Barrowman concert in May but I don't even know and I'm a sucky, sucky fanfic writer who's not been posting and for that I am VERY SORRY!
I promise lots of porn when Torchwood returns and brings my TW brain with me.
In the meantime, if you like Supernatural or Smallville or Bones go check out my other fanfic :D
Thanks for being so patient with the crappiness that is me.
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10
Chapter 11
Jack has PMS too.
Monday December 23rd
09:59
“What’s going on, guys?” Libby asked as Buffy continued to play with her scar.
“We want you to meet someone.” Jack stepped into the doorway. “Gwen, could you please?”
A couple of moments later, Gwen stepped out of the hallway, Cole clinging to her legs.
“Oh, who’s this?” Libby squealed. She ran forward to try and get to Cole, but he dodged over to and hugged Gwen closely, tucking his head into her waist. Libby blinked at him then looked up at Ianto and Jack, stood, side-by-side, looking at him, sadly. “Who ...?”
“Libby, this is Cole,” Ianto said, calmly. “Our son.”
“Oh!” Libby and Buffy squealed in unison. “You adopted!” Libby announced.
“No, this is our son,” Jack corrected. “Cole Harkness-Jones.”
Buffy looked at him then back at Ianto and Jack. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening. “Oh my god. He’s yours.”
“It’s so cool you adopted!” Libby squeaked.
Jack sighed and looked at Ianto. “Is she always this slow on the uptake?”
Ianto chuckled. “Libby, he’s ours. He’s our son.”
“Ianto, he’s about six years old. How old were you when you met Jack?” She stopped. “And anyway, who’s his mother? Who’s his father?”
Ianto opened his mouth and Jack pointed at him. “Don’t you dare say the M word.”He turned to Libby. “We’re his fathers. Biologically.”
Libby’s jaw dropped open. “How ... how is that possible?” she gasped.
“I second that ‘how’!” Buffy exclaimed. “How?”
“Basically I carried him a year ago,” Jack said. “And ...”
“Whoa.” Buffy put her hands up. “A year? A year my arse! He’s six years old!”
Jack flinched. “I know. That’s ... complicated and a story for another time. For now all you need to know is he’s our son; biologically.”
Libby stared at Cole, who grinned widely when Gwen tickled him, then looked at Jack, then looked at Cole’s eyes, then at Ianto. “Wow. He really is yours.”
Buffy stumbled backwards and sat on the chair by the console. The Doctor glowered at her for a moment before going back to what he was doing.
10:47
“Where were you last night?”
Libby looked up from her sofa at Andy, stood in the doorway of her flat. “Didn't I lock the door?” she asked.
“Nope. It appears not.” He stepped in and closed the door. “Where were you?”
“I was with Toshiko.” Libby leant back and sighed. “Which has only made me more determined to find out what’s happening to these witches.” She rifled through the pages. “Tell me you see a link. Something we can follow.”
He walked over, dumped his coat and sat next to her. “Only all the aneurisms.”
She stared at the page. “Oh, I’m so stupid,” she muttered, standing up and walking across to her home computer.
“You look dazed somehow,” Andy said, stepping behind her and sweeping her hair from her shoulders, running his fingers through it.
“I’ve just had a surreal morning.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No, I want to forget it for now and deal with it when I return to the hub.” She put her hand over his and smiled up at him as she loaded Google. “And I want to find out if my hunch is correct.” She typed something into the search as Andy kissed her hair and reached for a chair, bringing it across to sit next to her.
“What?”
“You’ll see.” She loaded up a page and scanned it quickly. Nothing. She grimaced. “Never the first page...” she muttered, hitting the back button and scrolling down. “Here!”
She loaded up another page.
“Yahtzee,” she said.
“What?”
“Oh, I heard it on a TV show. I decided ‘bingo’ was too cliché.”
Andy raised an eyebrow at her.
She sighed. “Never mind.”
“You going to tell me what you’ve worked out?” Andy asked.
Libby loaded up another screen on the computer. “Do me a favour?”
Andy looked at her. “Anything.”
“Make me a coffee while I do this.”
He rolled his eyes. “I thought your brother did that,” he muttered, as he wandered across to the kitchen.
Libby pulled out her phone and dialled a number, holding it against her shoulder with her ear, head tilted to one side as she typed. “Mickey? Hi, brilliant, glad you’re there. I need you to meet me at the hub. I think I’ve worked out what’s so odd about these witches.”
“I’ll be there,” Mickey grunted, hanging up.
Libby tapped a few more keys and leaned across the desk, hitting the button on her printer to turn it on.
Andy put the mug of coffee he’d prepared down on the desk next to Libby. “Not sticking around?” he asked, sitting back down in the chair.
“Can’t. Got to print this off then get back to the hub. And I really need to grill Jack and Ianto about ... oh never mind.” She sighed and hit print, standing up.
“Can I come?”
The question caught her off guard and, tucking her hair behind her ear, she said, “No, we’re crowded enough as it is and ...”
“I know that’s not true,” Andy said, quietly. “You said you had people missing.”
“Yeah, well, they’re back now apart from Willow and the hub is full - though a little depressed - and I think Jack would kill me if I brought my boyfriend into work. Hm, I wonder if there is a ‘bring your boyfriend to work day’ at Torchwood. Bearing Jack in mind there probably is ...” She reached for the papers coming off the printer and stacked them together, grabbing her stapler and sticking a staple in the corner.
“Fine.” Andy stood up and reached for his jacket. “In that case I’ll see you tonight?”
“Dinner, yes? Yes, I’ll be there unless the world ends.” She quickly touched the wood of her desk and slipped the papers into her bag.
Andy sighed at her and kissed her on the cheek. “See you then.”
“See you.” She turned to look at him but he’d already left through the open door. She sighed and hooked the handle of her bag over her shoulder, grabbing her keys and heading out of her flat.
11:07
“How do you propose we go about this?” Jack asked Ianto, quietly, as they approached Tosh’s desk. “You know Tosh. She’ll want to know everything.”
“And Buffy didn’t? I mean, who asks how the baby gets out of its mo-father?” Ianto replied.
“Well, she has the right to know. She is second-in-command.”
“I suppose so.” They stopped by Tosh’s desk. “Tosh,” Ianto said, softly.
Tosh looked up at them. She seemed brighter, somehow, as though the sleep had done her good. “Hey,” she said, with a small smile, something that had been missing for almost three months. “What’s going on?”
“We have someone to introduce you to,” Jack said.
The invisible lift descended at that moment and Libby jumped off before it reached the bottom, running across to Jack. “Jack!” she exclaimed. “I have some information to show you.”
Jack looked round at her. “Oh, look who’s back,” he said, with a sigh. “Where did you run off to?”
“To cope. I’m struggling. Look, can I talk to you? Please? I have something to show you.”
Jack looked at Ianto. “Tell Tosh. I’ll be back in a minute.” He took Libby by the arm and led her across to the doorway of his office, where he stopped. “What?”
Libby held up her findings. “I’ve been looking into these witches and ... warlocks, if that’s what they’re called ... that we’ve been finding. They all died of aneurysms and ...”
Jack held up his hand. “I don't want you looking into this,” he said. “Just leave it be, Libby, don't turn into Gwen on me.”
Libby bristled. “But I have information that could be important.”
Pointing at the papers, Jack said, “Shred those and go back to doing what I tell you. Or I’ll RetCon you so hard you forget your own name.” He stalked off back across the hub and Libby gaped at him as he went.
“What happened?” Mickey asked, approaching her, cautiously.
"I think he has PMS, too," Libby deadpanned.
Next: Chapter 12