Phela: The Beginning: CH 14
Title: Phela: The Beginning: Vacation
Author:
brose1001
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto/OFC
Rating: Teen (for now)
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2
Summary: Jeannie was a lab-rat at the tender mercies of Torchwood London, but then the Battle of Canary Wharf happened, and she escaped to Cardiff. This is her story.
Disclaimer: RTD/BBC etc own anything recognizably Torchwood, everything else is mine.
The mates trudged into the cottage in exhaustion; they all knew that cannibals still existed, but none of them had ever even guessed that cannibals might be what were causing the disappearances. The fact that the whole team survived with nothing more than cuts and bruises is something to be thankful for.
Ianto starts a fire while Jeannie heats up some soup; Jack starts up the Jacuzzi, putting in a dollop of lavender oil to help them relax. They drink their (vegetarian) soup with cups of coffee while cuddling in front of the fire; once they decide to go soak a bit, Ianto places the fire guard on the hearth, and climbs into the Jacuzzi with his mates. Once they have all turned to jelly, they help each other out of the water and head off to bed. They make a pact to not even think about today's excitement until they have to sit down and write their reports in Cardiff; until then they plan to relax and do whatever takes their fancy. That's what a vacation is, right?
Over the course over the next few days, the trio just relaxes and enjoys the peace around the cottage; they have nowhere to be, and they revel in that feeling. They explore their bond a bit more, as they have been so busy with Torchwood since they bonded, and discuss what new 'tricks' Jeannie has up her sleeve. She is afraid to actually try to travel via the rift on purpose; who knows where (or when) she would end up; she figures that using it to get to Estelle was a fluke. Eventually, she'll work on it; the bond she shares with her mates will allow them to find each other across time and space, but testing it really isn't what she wants to do. Jack suggests, "Maybe it's like shifting; you meld your mind to ours to control the shift, that could be the key to tapping the power of teleportation as well." Jeannie agrees thoughtfully; "Okay, let's give this a shot then!" Closing her eyes, she mentally joins with her mates fully, and then gathers the power she feels, trying to see herself outside on the porch. With a gasp and a full-body tingle, she disappears from view, leaving a few stray golden sparkles behind her. Jack and Ianto rush outside, giddy with joy over this discovery when they see Jeannie standing on the porch looking shocked. "Okay, that worked…rather well!" Jeannie laughs.
Her mates laugh with her; "Well, since that went so well, how about we try it with a passenger?" Jeannie looks uncertainly at Jack and Ianto. They exchange looks, and then shrug their shoulders, "What's the worst it could do? Kill us?" With that said, they link their arms around each other, and Jeannie concentrates on seeing all three of them across the field. They land in a tangle of limbs, with an unconscious Jeannie in the middle of them. But teleport them, she did! Immediately sensing that she is just exhausted from using what are, in essence, new muscles, Jack carefully picks her up, and the mates make their way back to the cottage to rest.
Jeannie sleeps peacefully for just over three hours, waking with a mild headache and a grumbling stomach. The sound of low voices leads her into the small kitchenette where she finds her boys preparing a meal; they see her enter, and immediately drop everything and rush over, cooing in happiness that she's awake again. Snickering gently at them, she reassures both men that she is fine, and perhaps should not do quite so much the first time out next time.
The mates take their meal in the living room, on a low table in front of the fire; they discuss the merits of teleportation, and agree that it should be practiced enough that Jeannie can use it without exhausting herself. They set up a timetable, rift-willing, for her to exercise those muscles; initially solo-trips, and when those are easy, they'll move on to the more draining accompanied trips. Deciding that they have had quite enough excitement, the mates frolic for the remainder of the day.
Jack and Ianto awaken to a bed with a Jeannie-sized gap in it. They send out tendrils to verify location and safety, and then grab a quick shower to wake up before joining her. Coffee thermos in-hand, they settle down onto the back porch with a pensive Jeannie, Ianto refilling her mug before setting the thermos aside. The three sit in silence for several minutes, knowing that Jeannie is gathering her thoughts together.
In her soft southern drawl, Jeannie starts a story, "Once upon a time, a race thrived; they held the universe in the palms of their hands. They were lauded as the greatest scientists in the universe. But they developed quite a bit of hubris, and got too big for their britches. They tinkered with their own DNA, and while some of the changes were good, they ultimately led to the sterility of their race, and they began to die out. Long before the fertility faded, an oracle produced a prophecy: that someday, the race would rise again, and have prosperity. This would be in the form of Phela-made; certain select sentient creatures from across the galaxy would be transformed into the new race of Phela. I've realized since my initial captivity that the creatures who took me through the rift were Phela-born; they used the rift to hop through time and 'collect' specimens. They felt that it was their task to usher in the new race of Phela-made, and started with me. But I left before they could finish. Since then, I think I finished on my own, and I'm having a hard time reconciling my hatred of them for taking me away from my family." Jeannie stops for a moment to collect herself, and then continues. "I know that this is where I belong now, but I miss them." As tears slowly track down her cheeks, Jeannie looks into the distance. "We were gearing up for my daughter's 16th birthday party; we were so excited. But right now, she's barely even started school." Looking at her mates, Jeannie sniffs and continues. "I am so very happy that I found both of you, and that we bonded; none of us will ever be alone again, throughout eternity. But because we are all immortal, losing family is going to become the norm for us; we'll never get used to it, otherwise we would stop feeling at all, but we can get past it." Taking a deep breath, Jeannie goes on, "I had a vision while I slept; there's a man coming, I think he might be your Doctor, Jack; I have to travel with him for awhile to learn about myself, and hone my abilities." Jack's eyes are wide when she looks at him; smiling gently, she reassures both of her mates that she won't be gone long at all, at least not to them; besides, with their link, they are always together, through time and space.
Jack takes Jeannie's face in his hands, and places a gentle kiss upon her lips, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. His own eyes are glistening as Ianto comes up behind her, and lays his head on her shoulder while wrapping his arms around both of them in a tight hug. As they stand there entwined, their minds merge, sharing their emotions, memories, and fears; their bond notches up to a new level, leaving the triad more entwined than ever.
Homeward Bound
The trip back to Cardiff is relaxed. Their bond has been renewed and strengthened in ways that they had not even imagined; the Doctor will be coming sometime soon, and Jeannie will make sure Jack gets his answers before she leaves with him. But for now, they have a job to do.
Author:
brose1001
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto/OFC
Rating: Teen (for now)
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2
Summary: Jeannie was a lab-rat at the tender mercies of Torchwood London, but then the Battle of Canary Wharf happened, and she escaped to Cardiff. This is her story.
Disclaimer: RTD/BBC etc own anything recognizably Torchwood, everything else is mine.
The mates trudged into the cottage in exhaustion; they all knew that cannibals still existed, but none of them had ever even guessed that cannibals might be what were causing the disappearances. The fact that the whole team survived with nothing more than cuts and bruises is something to be thankful for.
Ianto starts a fire while Jeannie heats up some soup; Jack starts up the Jacuzzi, putting in a dollop of lavender oil to help them relax. They drink their (vegetarian) soup with cups of coffee while cuddling in front of the fire; once they decide to go soak a bit, Ianto places the fire guard on the hearth, and climbs into the Jacuzzi with his mates. Once they have all turned to jelly, they help each other out of the water and head off to bed. They make a pact to not even think about today's excitement until they have to sit down and write their reports in Cardiff; until then they plan to relax and do whatever takes their fancy. That's what a vacation is, right?
Over the course over the next few days, the trio just relaxes and enjoys the peace around the cottage; they have nowhere to be, and they revel in that feeling. They explore their bond a bit more, as they have been so busy with Torchwood since they bonded, and discuss what new 'tricks' Jeannie has up her sleeve. She is afraid to actually try to travel via the rift on purpose; who knows where (or when) she would end up; she figures that using it to get to Estelle was a fluke. Eventually, she'll work on it; the bond she shares with her mates will allow them to find each other across time and space, but testing it really isn't what she wants to do. Jack suggests, "Maybe it's like shifting; you meld your mind to ours to control the shift, that could be the key to tapping the power of teleportation as well." Jeannie agrees thoughtfully; "Okay, let's give this a shot then!" Closing her eyes, she mentally joins with her mates fully, and then gathers the power she feels, trying to see herself outside on the porch. With a gasp and a full-body tingle, she disappears from view, leaving a few stray golden sparkles behind her. Jack and Ianto rush outside, giddy with joy over this discovery when they see Jeannie standing on the porch looking shocked. "Okay, that worked…rather well!" Jeannie laughs.
Her mates laugh with her; "Well, since that went so well, how about we try it with a passenger?" Jeannie looks uncertainly at Jack and Ianto. They exchange looks, and then shrug their shoulders, "What's the worst it could do? Kill us?" With that said, they link their arms around each other, and Jeannie concentrates on seeing all three of them across the field. They land in a tangle of limbs, with an unconscious Jeannie in the middle of them. But teleport them, she did! Immediately sensing that she is just exhausted from using what are, in essence, new muscles, Jack carefully picks her up, and the mates make their way back to the cottage to rest.
Jeannie sleeps peacefully for just over three hours, waking with a mild headache and a grumbling stomach. The sound of low voices leads her into the small kitchenette where she finds her boys preparing a meal; they see her enter, and immediately drop everything and rush over, cooing in happiness that she's awake again. Snickering gently at them, she reassures both men that she is fine, and perhaps should not do quite so much the first time out next time.
The mates take their meal in the living room, on a low table in front of the fire; they discuss the merits of teleportation, and agree that it should be practiced enough that Jeannie can use it without exhausting herself. They set up a timetable, rift-willing, for her to exercise those muscles; initially solo-trips, and when those are easy, they'll move on to the more draining accompanied trips. Deciding that they have had quite enough excitement, the mates frolic for the remainder of the day.
Jack and Ianto awaken to a bed with a Jeannie-sized gap in it. They send out tendrils to verify location and safety, and then grab a quick shower to wake up before joining her. Coffee thermos in-hand, they settle down onto the back porch with a pensive Jeannie, Ianto refilling her mug before setting the thermos aside. The three sit in silence for several minutes, knowing that Jeannie is gathering her thoughts together.
In her soft southern drawl, Jeannie starts a story, "Once upon a time, a race thrived; they held the universe in the palms of their hands. They were lauded as the greatest scientists in the universe. But they developed quite a bit of hubris, and got too big for their britches. They tinkered with their own DNA, and while some of the changes were good, they ultimately led to the sterility of their race, and they began to die out. Long before the fertility faded, an oracle produced a prophecy: that someday, the race would rise again, and have prosperity. This would be in the form of Phela-made; certain select sentient creatures from across the galaxy would be transformed into the new race of Phela. I've realized since my initial captivity that the creatures who took me through the rift were Phela-born; they used the rift to hop through time and 'collect' specimens. They felt that it was their task to usher in the new race of Phela-made, and started with me. But I left before they could finish. Since then, I think I finished on my own, and I'm having a hard time reconciling my hatred of them for taking me away from my family." Jeannie stops for a moment to collect herself, and then continues. "I know that this is where I belong now, but I miss them." As tears slowly track down her cheeks, Jeannie looks into the distance. "We were gearing up for my daughter's 16th birthday party; we were so excited. But right now, she's barely even started school." Looking at her mates, Jeannie sniffs and continues. "I am so very happy that I found both of you, and that we bonded; none of us will ever be alone again, throughout eternity. But because we are all immortal, losing family is going to become the norm for us; we'll never get used to it, otherwise we would stop feeling at all, but we can get past it." Taking a deep breath, Jeannie goes on, "I had a vision while I slept; there's a man coming, I think he might be your Doctor, Jack; I have to travel with him for awhile to learn about myself, and hone my abilities." Jack's eyes are wide when she looks at him; smiling gently, she reassures both of her mates that she won't be gone long at all, at least not to them; besides, with their link, they are always together, through time and space.
Jack takes Jeannie's face in his hands, and places a gentle kiss upon her lips, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. His own eyes are glistening as Ianto comes up behind her, and lays his head on her shoulder while wrapping his arms around both of them in a tight hug. As they stand there entwined, their minds merge, sharing their emotions, memories, and fears; their bond notches up to a new level, leaving the triad more entwined than ever.
Homeward Bound
The trip back to Cardiff is relaxed. Their bond has been renewed and strengthened in ways that they had not even imagined; the Doctor will be coming sometime soon, and Jeannie will make sure Jack gets his answers before she leaves with him. But for now, they have a job to do.