Torchwood/Dr Who - fic - Living Metal, Jack, Owen, Suzie, Tosh, 12
This follows on from So Much Younger Than Today, my Jack/himself story. There are a couple of references to other stories of mine.
Title - Living Metal
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Owen, Suzie, Tosh
Rating - 12
Length - 707 words
Spoilers - TW: general for S1, DW: 1.9 to 1.11, The Empty Child to Boom Town, 3.11 Utopia
Summary - To make up for sending his kids on a course at Torchwood One, Jack has some interesting presents for them
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A hour later, the pterodactyl returns, screaming in greeting. “Could you keep it down, please?” Jack asks, looking up at her, still at Tosh’s desk. She then drops three very shiny items onto the floor beside him.
“What are these?” He picks them up, smiling. “I know exactly what they are. Andromedan shape-shifting toys will definitely make up for sending my people on that course. Now I’ve just gotta remember how they work.”
Living Metal
by Laura
The toys were fine, he could cope with the toys, Jack thinks.
Examining one of the metallic cylinders, his fingers discover a tiny switch on the base. Then he remembers how to activate them, flicking the switch.
And flicking the telepathic, nanogene-type organisims living in the metal, making it semi-sentient, into life. Jack feels the nanogenes press gently against his mind, and acknowledges them, running a couple of his fingers down the length of the cylinder.
His thoughts drift, he closes his eyes, and, well, it doesn’t take a vast amount of effort for the cylinder to change its form, the basic shape’s already there.
When he reopens his eyes, Jack swears softly when he sees what his mind’s created. Holding the thought, holding the shape, he wastes no time in playing with his creation.
Okay, so it’s not a real sonic screwdriver, but this’ll do.
If he wants a real one, he’s gonna have to raid the vaults and make it himself.
***
“How was it?” Jack asks, when his team comes home, and they’re all in his office. He’s been out to Starbucks, and he gives them each a coffee.
“Bloody awful,” says Owen, and takes a sip.
“Hard work,” says Suzie.
“Very interesting,” says Tosh.
“Well, later, you can all tell me what you learned. Or not. Thought it might be terrible, got some presents for you that should make up for sending you to Yvonne’s domain.” Opening a drawer, Jack pulls out the metal cylinders and places them on his desk. “Here you go, one each. Go and play with them.”
Their eyes all light up. They take the cylinders, and return to their desks.
***
“Harkness, this bloody thing’s in my head,” Owen tells him, about half an hour later. He’s stood in Jack’s doorway, the cylinder in his hand, in its standard form. He actually looks rather distressed. Opening his Vortex Manipulator, and using his own telepathic skills, Jack scans Owen’s mind.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
The Doctor had told him about the broken glass he and the TARDIS had found in Jack’s mind; the broken glass they’d slowly swept away, or repaired. This looked to be as bad as that.
Closing the Manipulator again, Jack says, “Ask the nanogenes to leave, then, Owen.”
“Ask them? Telepathically?”
“Yeah. They’ll do it, there and then. They’re very polite.”
His doctor still looks confused, so Jack says, “Come in and sit down, Owen. Shut the door behind you.”
He does that, dropping the cylinder onto Jack’s desk.
“These are Andromedan shape-shifting toys,” Jack explains. “There are telepathic, nanogene-type organisims living in the metal, making it semi-sentient. And if you ask them to go, they’ll go.” He takes a breath before he tells Owen, “It doesn’t always work like that, though. Sometimes, you need to push a telepathic presence out of your mind, or shield yourself against one.”
“That’s stuff they told us in London. It was on the big screen, anyway.”
“Did you pay attention?”
“To some of it.”
“Well, then. Try and put some of it into practice, and ask the nanogenes to leave your mind, Owen Harper.”
“Doctor Owen Harper.”
“Yeah. I know. Show me.”
Owen closes his eyes, and Jack can see just when the guy’s mind is his own again. Grabbing the cylinder, he switches it off, sends the nanogenes back to sleep. “Good. Well done,” he says, when Owen reopens his eyes. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” Owen admits.
“But it can be. Sometimes the telepathic aliens are hostile, and you need to know how to protect and use your minds, all three of you. So, if you didn’t learn all of that in London, then I’m gonna teach you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Owen sighs. “What did we miss, then? What did the Rift do?”
“Nothing much,” Jack lies. “It was pretty quiet.”
Owen tries to push into Jack’s mind, but Jack pushes back. “I’m not letting you in there until you know what you’re doing. Lessons, okay?”
“Yeah,” he concedes, rising from his chair and leaving Jack’s office.
Jack smiles, and starts planning how he’s gonna repair Owen’s mind, and the lessons on shielding and usage of their minds.
He might even end up with a better doctor.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
new_who
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon
Title - Living Metal
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Owen, Suzie, Tosh
Rating - 12
Length - 707 words
Spoilers - TW: general for S1, DW: 1.9 to 1.11, The Empty Child to Boom Town, 3.11 Utopia
Summary - To make up for sending his kids on a course at Torchwood One, Jack has some interesting presents for them
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A hour later, the pterodactyl returns, screaming in greeting. “Could you keep it down, please?” Jack asks, looking up at her, still at Tosh’s desk. She then drops three very shiny items onto the floor beside him.
“What are these?” He picks them up, smiling. “I know exactly what they are. Andromedan shape-shifting toys will definitely make up for sending my people on that course. Now I’ve just gotta remember how they work.”
Living Metal
by Laura
The toys were fine, he could cope with the toys, Jack thinks.
Examining one of the metallic cylinders, his fingers discover a tiny switch on the base. Then he remembers how to activate them, flicking the switch.
And flicking the telepathic, nanogene-type organisims living in the metal, making it semi-sentient, into life. Jack feels the nanogenes press gently against his mind, and acknowledges them, running a couple of his fingers down the length of the cylinder.
His thoughts drift, he closes his eyes, and, well, it doesn’t take a vast amount of effort for the cylinder to change its form, the basic shape’s already there.
When he reopens his eyes, Jack swears softly when he sees what his mind’s created. Holding the thought, holding the shape, he wastes no time in playing with his creation.
Okay, so it’s not a real sonic screwdriver, but this’ll do.
If he wants a real one, he’s gonna have to raid the vaults and make it himself.
***
“How was it?” Jack asks, when his team comes home, and they’re all in his office. He’s been out to Starbucks, and he gives them each a coffee.
“Bloody awful,” says Owen, and takes a sip.
“Hard work,” says Suzie.
“Very interesting,” says Tosh.
“Well, later, you can all tell me what you learned. Or not. Thought it might be terrible, got some presents for you that should make up for sending you to Yvonne’s domain.” Opening a drawer, Jack pulls out the metal cylinders and places them on his desk. “Here you go, one each. Go and play with them.”
Their eyes all light up. They take the cylinders, and return to their desks.
***
“Harkness, this bloody thing’s in my head,” Owen tells him, about half an hour later. He’s stood in Jack’s doorway, the cylinder in his hand, in its standard form. He actually looks rather distressed. Opening his Vortex Manipulator, and using his own telepathic skills, Jack scans Owen’s mind.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
The Doctor had told him about the broken glass he and the TARDIS had found in Jack’s mind; the broken glass they’d slowly swept away, or repaired. This looked to be as bad as that.
Closing the Manipulator again, Jack says, “Ask the nanogenes to leave, then, Owen.”
“Ask them? Telepathically?”
“Yeah. They’ll do it, there and then. They’re very polite.”
His doctor still looks confused, so Jack says, “Come in and sit down, Owen. Shut the door behind you.”
He does that, dropping the cylinder onto Jack’s desk.
“These are Andromedan shape-shifting toys,” Jack explains. “There are telepathic, nanogene-type organisims living in the metal, making it semi-sentient. And if you ask them to go, they’ll go.” He takes a breath before he tells Owen, “It doesn’t always work like that, though. Sometimes, you need to push a telepathic presence out of your mind, or shield yourself against one.”
“That’s stuff they told us in London. It was on the big screen, anyway.”
“Did you pay attention?”
“To some of it.”
“Well, then. Try and put some of it into practice, and ask the nanogenes to leave your mind, Owen Harper.”
“Doctor Owen Harper.”
“Yeah. I know. Show me.”
Owen closes his eyes, and Jack can see just when the guy’s mind is his own again. Grabbing the cylinder, he switches it off, sends the nanogenes back to sleep. “Good. Well done,” he says, when Owen reopens his eyes. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” Owen admits.
“But it can be. Sometimes the telepathic aliens are hostile, and you need to know how to protect and use your minds, all three of you. So, if you didn’t learn all of that in London, then I’m gonna teach you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Owen sighs. “What did we miss, then? What did the Rift do?”
“Nothing much,” Jack lies. “It was pretty quiet.”
Owen tries to push into Jack’s mind, but Jack pushes back. “I’m not letting you in there until you know what you’re doing. Lessons, okay?”
“Yeah,” he concedes, rising from his chair and leaving Jack’s office.
Jack smiles, and starts planning how he’s gonna repair Owen’s mind, and the lessons on shielding and usage of their minds.
He might even end up with a better doctor.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
new_who
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon