Phela: The Beginning: CH 19
Title: Phela: The Beginning: It's a Wrap
Author:
brose1001
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto/OFC
Rating: Teen (for now)
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2, and a bit of information learned in CoE
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.
A/N: This is the end of the first part of the story; it is, after all, titled 'The Beginning'. More will be coming, never fear!
Christmas Day dawns in Cardiff, and the Doctor makes plans to depart with Jeannie and John Ellis aboard. Young Emma has already caught the train to London, and the exciting new job awaiting her there, while Diane is hanging back and watching. John has not said much of anything since the confrontation; he shoots scathing looks at everyone, and is ignored. The hide-bound man will be out of their hair soon enough; Jeannie has the appropriate dose of retcon in a syringe, and will inject him as soon as they land at his home.
After the triad has their final farewell in Jack’s office, Jeannie walks into the TARDIS with a grin; she knows that she will miss her mates desperately, but as Jack reminded her earlier, they are always together in their minds, no matter how far apart they are physically in time and space. The Doctor bids his own farewell, and then does his usual dance around the console with Jeannie looking on in amusement. John Ellis is still disgruntled, and seats himself on the chair that has appeared against the wall. A sudden jerk sideways has him shouting out in fear and hanging on for dear life as the ship then jerks in the other direction before doing a stomach-flipping drop. Jeannie is shooting a worried look at the Doctor, and sends a nudge to Jack, asking if it’s always this way during flight. Jack replies with a snicker, saying that, yes, it is typically a little bumpy since the Doctor seems to think that the parking brake is fused into the ‘on’ position. Snorting out loud, Jeannie shakes her head, adjusting her grip to make it a bit more secure.
With a thump and a shiver, they stop moving; “We’re here!” says the Doctor cheerfully. Jeannie reaches into her jacket pocket for the syringe, and walks over to where John is still holding on tightly, his eyes wide. She gently shakes his shoulder, causing him to raise his wide eyes to meet hers; she smiles in commiseration before giving him two choices: he can retain his memories of the doomed flight upon the Sky Gypsy, or he can lose those memories courtesy of a small shot. She goes on to tell him that she will ensure that he deposited in his own bed, with an appropriate cover story in place, and that he will never know the difference since there is no chance of anything in this time triggering the memories of the past few days. John stares deeply into Jeannie’s eyes; seeing the absolute honesty in the hazel pools, he takes a deep breath and says he wants the shot. Smiling in understanding, she has him remove his jacket and one sleeve of his shirt to bare his upper arm for her. After a moment with her eyes closed, a small cot appears out of the wall next to them; Jeannie advises him that the shot also includes a fast-acting sedative, and he should lie down in order to avoid possible injury. Bidding him a quiet goodbye, along with wishes for a happy future, she gives him the injection.
In the Vortex
Jeannie and the Doctor are having a meal after safely depositing John Ellis in his own bed, and then creating the promised cover story before departing. The Doctor sees that Jeannie’s eyes are drooping while she eats, and tells her that her training will start the following day. He directs her to the room the TARDIS built for Jack, and bids her goodnight.
Upon entering the room, Jeannie catches a whiff of Jack’s pheromones, and sends the TARDIS a ‘thank you’ before stripping down and climbing into the cozy bed; she pulls one of the pillows to her chest, and inhales deeply with her nose buried in the softness. She drops into slumber almost immediately, and the TARDIS dims the lights for her.
Author:
brose1001
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto/OFC
Rating: Teen (for now)
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2, and a bit of information learned in CoE
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.
A/N: This is the end of the first part of the story; it is, after all, titled 'The Beginning'. More will be coming, never fear!
Christmas Day dawns in Cardiff, and the Doctor makes plans to depart with Jeannie and John Ellis aboard. Young Emma has already caught the train to London, and the exciting new job awaiting her there, while Diane is hanging back and watching. John has not said much of anything since the confrontation; he shoots scathing looks at everyone, and is ignored. The hide-bound man will be out of their hair soon enough; Jeannie has the appropriate dose of retcon in a syringe, and will inject him as soon as they land at his home.
After the triad has their final farewell in Jack’s office, Jeannie walks into the TARDIS with a grin; she knows that she will miss her mates desperately, but as Jack reminded her earlier, they are always together in their minds, no matter how far apart they are physically in time and space. The Doctor bids his own farewell, and then does his usual dance around the console with Jeannie looking on in amusement. John Ellis is still disgruntled, and seats himself on the chair that has appeared against the wall. A sudden jerk sideways has him shouting out in fear and hanging on for dear life as the ship then jerks in the other direction before doing a stomach-flipping drop. Jeannie is shooting a worried look at the Doctor, and sends a nudge to Jack, asking if it’s always this way during flight. Jack replies with a snicker, saying that, yes, it is typically a little bumpy since the Doctor seems to think that the parking brake is fused into the ‘on’ position. Snorting out loud, Jeannie shakes her head, adjusting her grip to make it a bit more secure.
With a thump and a shiver, they stop moving; “We’re here!” says the Doctor cheerfully. Jeannie reaches into her jacket pocket for the syringe, and walks over to where John is still holding on tightly, his eyes wide. She gently shakes his shoulder, causing him to raise his wide eyes to meet hers; she smiles in commiseration before giving him two choices: he can retain his memories of the doomed flight upon the Sky Gypsy, or he can lose those memories courtesy of a small shot. She goes on to tell him that she will ensure that he deposited in his own bed, with an appropriate cover story in place, and that he will never know the difference since there is no chance of anything in this time triggering the memories of the past few days. John stares deeply into Jeannie’s eyes; seeing the absolute honesty in the hazel pools, he takes a deep breath and says he wants the shot. Smiling in understanding, she has him remove his jacket and one sleeve of his shirt to bare his upper arm for her. After a moment with her eyes closed, a small cot appears out of the wall next to them; Jeannie advises him that the shot also includes a fast-acting sedative, and he should lie down in order to avoid possible injury. Bidding him a quiet goodbye, along with wishes for a happy future, she gives him the injection.
In the Vortex
Jeannie and the Doctor are having a meal after safely depositing John Ellis in his own bed, and then creating the promised cover story before departing. The Doctor sees that Jeannie’s eyes are drooping while she eats, and tells her that her training will start the following day. He directs her to the room the TARDIS built for Jack, and bids her goodnight.
Upon entering the room, Jeannie catches a whiff of Jack’s pheromones, and sends the TARDIS a ‘thank you’ before stripping down and climbing into the cozy bed; she pulls one of the pillows to her chest, and inhales deeply with her nose buried in the softness. She drops into slumber almost immediately, and the TARDIS dims the lights for her.