Storm Warning, Part Ten
Title: Storm Warning (10/10)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood through Exit Wounds, Doctor Who through Journey's End.
Summary: The depature.
A/N: Fourth story within the Something the Starts with "S" AU, specifically the +25 year era. A fic requested by avon_09 based on a posting by her beta jo02.
PART NINE
Professor River Song was following quietly behind Branwen as they made their way back to the TARDIS; she had just witnessed the destruction of the most feared and powerful independent organization of its time at the hands of a slightly mad man and two of the most focused minds she'd ever encountered. She wryly remembered her own role in the downfall of the Time Agency, but she'd leave that conveniently out of any historical records she is responsible for. They came to a quick stop in front of a large blue box and River Song frowned, "What exactly is that?"
Branwen turned to look at her, "A dear friend of mine refers to it as an old buggy; but it's a TARDIS, a very old and poorly cared for one, but a TARDIS none the less." Branwen placed a hand on the worn blue wood and whispered, "But we'll do what we can for you old girl."
River Song's eyes grew wide as she stared at the box, "You mean it's like the one they had prisoner? I thought it was unique, there are more?" Her thoughts were running riot, "Imagine being able to witness history instead of just reading about it." She shook herself, "No. That's how I got myself into the mess to begin with."
"There were many at one time; now I don't know how many- two with Time Lords that I know of." Branwen didn't mention the mainframe, but she saw River Songs eyes grow wide.
"Time Lords? You mean they're real? You weren't just joking? Oh my goodness, they're the stuff of legend- they strode like giants across time and space. Wait, you're a Time Lord?" She covered her mouth with her hand at sounding like a fool.
Branwen actually laughed, "Oh god no. I'm not enough of a self-righteous egomaniac to be a Time Lord, am I Doctor?" She shot her words past River Song, who spun to see the man she considered rather crazy approaching with a thunderous look on his face. "Where's my- never mind, there he is." Ianto came through the clearing a few moments later and nodded to his daughter, who visibly relaxed. "Is it done?"
Ianto nodded to her and looked at the wide eyed expression from Professor Song, "Taken care of. Unfortunately the man you call William has to survive this to be a right pain in my arse in my past. Not unlike certain other exes of my partner." Ianto inwardly smirked at the very obvious stiffening of the Doctor's back at the comment, "Are you going to be safe here if we leave you?" His attention returned to the former employee of the Time Agency.
River Song's attention finally pulled away from the Time Lord standing not five feet away, "What? Oh, no I'm afraid they'll find me soon enough and that will be that. There aren't any transports on this planet for security purposes so whenever someone arrives, they'll find out from the guards what I did- unless William tells them first."
Branwen looked at Ianto then the Doctor, waiting for one of them to say something and when nothing was forthcoming she rolled her eyes and sighed, "Come on. The Doctor can drop you off someplace safe once he's taken all of us home." She walked towards the door and waited for the others to move, "That wasn't a request!"
Ianto smiled at Branwen's comment and offered his arm to the Professor, "Shall we?" Ianto looked at the Doctor, "I'm sure you two can have enlightening discussions about historical events later."
Martha felt like a lorry had run over her, then backed up and done it again- several times. She hadn't felt this exhausted from time travel in years, strange that it caught her so unaware. As she pushed herself up from the bed, she saw the very cold cup of tea and a copy of an Agatha Christie novel on the bedside table, "Must have needed a bit of rest." She wandered into the bathroom to get herself put together before heading for the console room- the others should be back by now.
"What does this one do?" Franklin pointed at a handle on the TARDIS console that looked very much like a bicycle pump.
Jack grinned back at the boy, "It primes the engines for takeoff, kinda like pumping the accelerator on an old car." Jack had to laugh to himself as the TARDIS projected the image of an old car's starter crank being turned. He ran a hand along the console edge and felt a distinct giggle in the back of his mind, he laughed, "You are a bit of a hussy you know. No wonder he gets peeved if anyone else touches you." Jack was enjoying his mental banter with the TARDIS as his hand slid across a surface that felt different and he looked down.
Franklin followed his father's eyes to the panel and saw how pretty, clean and well; organized it was in comparison to the other panels. He finally asked, "Why's this panel so nice? Doesn't he use this one?"
Jack just gaped at the panel for a moment then answered, "No; this panel doesn't get used much." Franklin looked at it again before adding.
"Maybe he needs a spanking. Then he might take better care of his stuff." Jack enjoyed the roaring laughter that filled his head.
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door with a huff, "This is the TARDIS, yes it's bigger on the inside. Isn't that fascinating- now let's get these Torchwood people back to where they belong."
Jack looked up and automatically put on the patented Harkness grin, "Hello there. Captain Jack Harkness and." Jack didn't finish the sentence as he fell to the metal deck from the right cross landed on his chin. "Whoa, hey that wasn't," Jack stopped and looked at the source of the fist. "River?"
The woman glared down at him, "You no good bastard Franklin." Her words were cut off as Jack quickly clasped his hand over her mouth. She snarled behind his hand and kneed him in the groin, "Don't you dare do that to me! You lost all rights to gagging me when you ran off with that sociopath!"
The Doctor was nearly vibrating with mirth, "Oh I do like her." He ran around the console bashing and thumping controls as he prepared to take off and then skidded to a halt in front of the sparkling new panel. "What? Oi Harkness! What have you been doing to my ship!" He ran his hand over the smooth panel surface and watched it light up as the command circuits activated, "My, you're posh aren't you?" He pulled his gaze from the panel to where the others were standing and gave a cough, "Anyways, let's get moving. No time to dilly dally."
William Pratt woke with a groan as he rolled onto his side and wiped his face off; knocking the paper that was lightly adhered there off. He read the note and sneered as he crushed it before falling back onto his back. "Torchwood, eh?"
The world continues in Reflections
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood through Exit Wounds, Doctor Who through Journey's End.
Summary: The depature.
A/N: Fourth story within the Something the Starts with "S" AU, specifically the +25 year era. A fic requested by avon_09 based on a posting by her beta jo02.
PART NINE
Professor River Song was following quietly behind Branwen as they made their way back to the TARDIS; she had just witnessed the destruction of the most feared and powerful independent organization of its time at the hands of a slightly mad man and two of the most focused minds she'd ever encountered. She wryly remembered her own role in the downfall of the Time Agency, but she'd leave that conveniently out of any historical records she is responsible for. They came to a quick stop in front of a large blue box and River Song frowned, "What exactly is that?"
Branwen turned to look at her, "A dear friend of mine refers to it as an old buggy; but it's a TARDIS, a very old and poorly cared for one, but a TARDIS none the less." Branwen placed a hand on the worn blue wood and whispered, "But we'll do what we can for you old girl."
River Song's eyes grew wide as she stared at the box, "You mean it's like the one they had prisoner? I thought it was unique, there are more?" Her thoughts were running riot, "Imagine being able to witness history instead of just reading about it." She shook herself, "No. That's how I got myself into the mess to begin with."
"There were many at one time; now I don't know how many- two with Time Lords that I know of." Branwen didn't mention the mainframe, but she saw River Songs eyes grow wide.
"Time Lords? You mean they're real? You weren't just joking? Oh my goodness, they're the stuff of legend- they strode like giants across time and space. Wait, you're a Time Lord?" She covered her mouth with her hand at sounding like a fool.
Branwen actually laughed, "Oh god no. I'm not enough of a self-righteous egomaniac to be a Time Lord, am I Doctor?" She shot her words past River Song, who spun to see the man she considered rather crazy approaching with a thunderous look on his face. "Where's my- never mind, there he is." Ianto came through the clearing a few moments later and nodded to his daughter, who visibly relaxed. "Is it done?"
Ianto nodded to her and looked at the wide eyed expression from Professor Song, "Taken care of. Unfortunately the man you call William has to survive this to be a right pain in my arse in my past. Not unlike certain other exes of my partner." Ianto inwardly smirked at the very obvious stiffening of the Doctor's back at the comment, "Are you going to be safe here if we leave you?" His attention returned to the former employee of the Time Agency.
River Song's attention finally pulled away from the Time Lord standing not five feet away, "What? Oh, no I'm afraid they'll find me soon enough and that will be that. There aren't any transports on this planet for security purposes so whenever someone arrives, they'll find out from the guards what I did- unless William tells them first."
Branwen looked at Ianto then the Doctor, waiting for one of them to say something and when nothing was forthcoming she rolled her eyes and sighed, "Come on. The Doctor can drop you off someplace safe once he's taken all of us home." She walked towards the door and waited for the others to move, "That wasn't a request!"
Ianto smiled at Branwen's comment and offered his arm to the Professor, "Shall we?" Ianto looked at the Doctor, "I'm sure you two can have enlightening discussions about historical events later."
Martha felt like a lorry had run over her, then backed up and done it again- several times. She hadn't felt this exhausted from time travel in years, strange that it caught her so unaware. As she pushed herself up from the bed, she saw the very cold cup of tea and a copy of an Agatha Christie novel on the bedside table, "Must have needed a bit of rest." She wandered into the bathroom to get herself put together before heading for the console room- the others should be back by now.
"What does this one do?" Franklin pointed at a handle on the TARDIS console that looked very much like a bicycle pump.
Jack grinned back at the boy, "It primes the engines for takeoff, kinda like pumping the accelerator on an old car." Jack had to laugh to himself as the TARDIS projected the image of an old car's starter crank being turned. He ran a hand along the console edge and felt a distinct giggle in the back of his mind, he laughed, "You are a bit of a hussy you know. No wonder he gets peeved if anyone else touches you." Jack was enjoying his mental banter with the TARDIS as his hand slid across a surface that felt different and he looked down.
Franklin followed his father's eyes to the panel and saw how pretty, clean and well; organized it was in comparison to the other panels. He finally asked, "Why's this panel so nice? Doesn't he use this one?"
Jack just gaped at the panel for a moment then answered, "No; this panel doesn't get used much." Franklin looked at it again before adding.
"Maybe he needs a spanking. Then he might take better care of his stuff." Jack enjoyed the roaring laughter that filled his head.
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door with a huff, "This is the TARDIS, yes it's bigger on the inside. Isn't that fascinating- now let's get these Torchwood people back to where they belong."
Jack looked up and automatically put on the patented Harkness grin, "Hello there. Captain Jack Harkness and." Jack didn't finish the sentence as he fell to the metal deck from the right cross landed on his chin. "Whoa, hey that wasn't," Jack stopped and looked at the source of the fist. "River?"
The woman glared down at him, "You no good bastard Franklin." Her words were cut off as Jack quickly clasped his hand over her mouth. She snarled behind his hand and kneed him in the groin, "Don't you dare do that to me! You lost all rights to gagging me when you ran off with that sociopath!"
The Doctor was nearly vibrating with mirth, "Oh I do like her." He ran around the console bashing and thumping controls as he prepared to take off and then skidded to a halt in front of the sparkling new panel. "What? Oi Harkness! What have you been doing to my ship!" He ran his hand over the smooth panel surface and watched it light up as the command circuits activated, "My, you're posh aren't you?" He pulled his gaze from the panel to where the others were standing and gave a cough, "Anyways, let's get moving. No time to dilly dally."
William Pratt woke with a groan as he rolled onto his side and wiped his face off; knocking the paper that was lightly adhered there off. He read the note and sneered as he crushed it before falling back onto his back. "Torchwood, eh?"
The world continues in Reflections