We Didn't Mean to Punch a Hole in the Fabric of Space and Time! 2/?
Title: We Didn’t Mean to Punch a Hole in the Fabric of Space and Time! 2/?
Summery: Two girls who know more than they should change Torchwood completely. For better or worse.
Warnings: If you watch Torchwood, you can read this.
Spoilers: Most of the show, though will become more AU.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don’t own Torchwood, although Fiona and Gwin are all ours. Also unfortunate.
A/N: This will also be posted on fanfiction.net under Capricornacopia. Enjoy!
Title: We Didn’t Mean to Punch a Hole in the Fabric of Space and Time! 2/?
Summery: Two girls who know more than they should change Torchwood completely. For better or worse.
Warnings: If you watch Torchwood, you can read this.
Spoilers: Most of the show, though will become more AU.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don’t own Torchwood, although Fiona and Gwin are all ours. Also unfortunate.
A/N: This will also be posted on fanfiction.net under Capricornacopia. Enjoy!
Lying on the ground behind the stacked crates was a silver object. It was roughly-no, exactly-the size and shape of an average human hand. Jack reached down and picked up the metal glove, handling it as if it were a Warp Star.
“Well, is it a medieval gauntlet or future alien tech?” Ianto asked, holding out a containment box. Jack carefully dropped the gauntlet in, turning at a loud crash. He blinked.
Fiona was banging her head against the wall, with Gwin watching, amused.
“Where’s Suzie?” she asked, turning to the team.
“Er…on vacation,” Tosh managed, staring at Fiona.
“Dang it. I was hoping you’d say ‘Who’s Suzie?’ Well, this complicates things,” Gwin sighed.
Fiona turned. “Oh, you think?” she snarled.
Gwin raised an eyebrow. “There’s no need to be rude,” she told her, before turning to the team. “Look, this just got a lot more complicated, and no, we can’t tell you why. We can tell you what that is though,” she said disgustedly, pointing to the Glove.
“Trouble?” Fiona said waspishly. Gwin gave her a look, which Fiona ignored. “That Glove, in the wrong hands, can bring people back to life. And no, there are no right hands,” Fiona added, cutting Jack off. “It basically draws on the user’s life-force to transfer it to the victims, slowly driving the user mad. If you had any sense of self-preservation, you’d lock that thing away where no one can get to it. Believe me, I’ve seen the damage that thing could do,” she finished, glancing fearfully at the Glove.
Jack paused. The girls had shown that they had future knowledge, but he didn’t know if he could trust them. Then again, he hadn’t seen them this serious since they arrived, not even when they were airing some of his darkest secrets. Frankly, he was surprised that they hadn’t curled up in a corner. For two kids who had just lost their entire universe and most likely would never get back, they were taking their transition quite well. Snark seemed to be their defensive/default setting. Jack prided himself on reading people well. You had to, if you were a conman. It kept you alive. He believed these girls sincerely wanted to help them, and came to a decision that weighted comfortably in his mind.
“Okay. When we get back to the Hub, we’re locking that thing in Secure Archives. No testing, no scans, nothing. Clear?” He ordered, looking around at his team. He could see that they weren’t happy with him, and knew that they would be demanding an explanation from him as soon as Fiona and Gwin were out of earshot. Still, the general grumbles of agreement were fine for now. “Good. Let’s get out of here,” he tossed over his shoulder as he swept out of the small shed.
The team followed him out, and then split as they went back to the cars they arrived in. This time, Jack was considerate enough to wait for the girls before driving off like a lunatic. He glanced at them in the mirror, pondering how best to phrase his question.
“Will you just spit it out already? You’re giving me a headache. Ow, Gwin!” Fiona complained, rubbing the back of her head, glaring. Gwin rolled her eyes.
“Your headache is from banging that thick skull against a metal wall. That’s hardly Jack’s fault,” Gwin reminded her. Fiona sulked.
“Fine. Seeing as you to have information you’re really not supposed to, I need to keep you close. Not in that way, I’m not a pedophile, thanks. However, what you can tell us would probably save a lot of lives, don’t you think?” Jack was fumbling for the right words. Usually he didn’t have any problem with recruiting, but he had no idea how to deal with these two.
“What are you saying?” Gwin asked, shooting a dark look at Fiona.
“How would you like a job?” Jack asked.
Fiona raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t want us to work for you.”
Jack shrugged. “Desperate times…”
Gwin huffed. “Oh, you’re a bloody riot Jack Harkness. Besides, I have to be in London soon. Timelines.”
Jack nodded and looked at Fiona.
“Do I get a gun?” she checked.
Jack rolled his eyes. “We’ll see.”
Gwin groaned. “We’re doomed.”
The other two laughed at her as Jack pulled into the Hub’s garage. They didn’t let up on their teasing until they were in Jack’s office.
“Okay, I’m assuming you’ll be leaving soon?” Jack asked Gwin, who nodded. He turned to Fiona. “You’ve got the week off while you get settled into Cardiff. I’ll have Ianto help you find a flat and get you through the paperwork while Tosh sets up your identity. Barring the end of the world or some other emergency, I’ll see what skills you have so I can put you where you’ll be the most help. You’ll most likely be a field agent.”
“Yes!” Fiona grinned. “That means I get a gun!”
“You’ll get a gun if you can shoot one on target without getting trigger-happy,” Jack reminded. Fiona pouted.
“You could probably help in the archives too. Ianto shouldn’t have to do it all by himself,” Gwin mused.
Jack laughed. “If you want to work in the archives, you’re going to have to convince Ianto you’re safe to be let loose in them. Any other questions?”
Fiona looked at Gwin. “Just one more thing.” She leaned forward. “I understand that you need our knowledge, but some things cannot be changed. We can try our best but…” She shrugged.
Gwin picked up. “We don’t know what we can get away with changing without the universe imploding. That’s why I’m heading to London. I’m hoping I can find the expert.”
“The Doctor,” Jack realized. “You know where he is? I need to find him-”
“Jack,” Fiona said gently. “We know you need answers. But we do too.”
“We don’t know if you catching up to him is a fixed event. It might need to happen one way, and if we change that…”
“Yeah,” Jack sighed. “I get it. Bad things happen.”
Gwin smirked. “Waffen make bang bang go boom.”
Both turned slowly to stare at her. “What? It’s true!”
Jack looked to Fiona. She rolled her eyes. “Just nod, smile, and pretend you know how her brain works. If you try to figure it out your head will explode.”
Gwin pouted. “You know, the same could be said for you.”
Fiona grinned. “There’s no ‘could’ about it.”
Jack chuckled. “As long as you don’t terrorize the rest of Torchwood or the world, or any undeserving aliens.”
“Not even Owen?” Fi said hopefully.
“Okay, Owen’s fair game,” Jack relented.
Fiona grinned wildly at him.
Gwin snapped her fingers before grabbing Fi’s arm and tugging her towards the door. “Sorry, Capt. We need to talk about wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey things. Don’t worry; we won’t blow up the Rift.”
Jack shook his head in fond amusement. Both girls were becoming something like sisters or daughters to him. Part of him was worried, seeing as they didn’t know much about either of them, and they had only just met. However, being a conman required an ability to read people. He wasn’t getting any malicious vibes off either of them, and he felt like going with his instinct on this one.
Meanwhile, the two girls headed down to the lower levels of the Hub after making sure Ianto was in the Tourist Office. They were dreading what they would find.
“I hope that just because most other things are the same, this universe at least differs slightly from the TV show,” Fiona eventually broke the silence.
Gwin sighed. “Yeah, I know. But Fi, when have we ever been that lucky?”
Fi sighed as well. “Never.”
They stopped in front of an old storage room. Glancing at each other, they both took a deep breath before Fi pushed open the door.
“Shit,” Gwin said heavily, looking at the Cyber conversion unit in the center of the room.
TBC…