New fic: Finding Truth in My Existence
A/N: I come forth and humbly lay this fic at your feet. Ok, here’s the gist of it: I’ve not written in two years due to real life and a super bitchy muse. While I’ve written a great deal in the past, 99.9% of it was for a different fandom, so not only am I rusty, I’m also venturing into uncharted territory. All I ask is, please let me know what you think but try and not flame me because I’m a delicate flower (not really). I’m nervous but also excited because this is an idea that’s been chasing around my head since Gareth played the part of both Peter and Paul in the Twisted Showcase web series episode by the same name. For those who may not have seen his performance or for those that just want another look at Paul and Jess’s characters, the link is below this note. Much of this fic is written with the balance outlined, so if you all want to see it continued, you know what to do….Thanks and Peace!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSc0jWR1V1o&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Title: Finding Truth in My Existence
Crossover: Torchwood/Twisted Showcase (Peter and Paul)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Paul/Jess
Characters: Torchwood team, and pairings listed above
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davies owns Torchwood and ‘Peter and Paul’ is owned by Twisted Showcase. So basically, don’t sue me because you wouldn’t get much anyway.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for S1-3 Torchwood-mainly for character background, spoilers for episode ‘Peter and Paul’ of web series Twisted Showcase, M/M pairing but nothing explicit, talk of abortion, some swearing.
Rated: PG-15
Summary: When a voice in Paul’s head told him to convince Jess to carry her pregnancy to term, he only slightly questioned his sanity. That all changed after he watched her get sucked through a rift in time and space before the child could be born. However, the biggest question is, what does it have to do with Ianto Jones, the well mannered, unassuming Archivist/Tea boy extraordinaire of Torchwood 3? More importantly, can Jack and Team Torchwood save him from the demon hidden within himself ?
Prologue
Present Day Cardiff
“Jess, please wait!”
Angry, frustrated, trapped. This was not how her life was supposed to be! She was supposed to get that promotion she worked so bloody hard for; to be a young executive by day and live the carefree club life with her hot and exciting boyfriend by night.
‘Yeah, now I’m as big as a whale, picking out nappies and spit rags with said (not nearly as exciting anymore) boyfriend while Mindy, the bimbo from accounting, get’s MY promotion based obviously on her cup size! It sure as hell wasn’t by the size of her brain thank you very much!’
“I can’t do this right now Paul, I really just want to get back to the flat and lie down.”
Paul finally caught up to his wayward lover at the mouth of an alley where she leaned heavily against a building to catch her breath. “Why did you run out of the shop like that? Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” The unsaid ‘again’ hung heavily between the two.
“It’s all just becoming too much, yea? The baby’s due in a month; one month and I’m not sure I can go through with this!” Paul moved slowly toward her, hands held a bit in front of him in a placatory manner as to not further agitate her. Seeing the unshed tears that glistened in her eyes, he couldn’t help but to reach out a consoling hand to caress her shoulder. Jess swayed away from the touch, wanting nothing more than to put distance between the two of them so she could get her thoughts in order. If she allowed him to touch her now, she’d fall into his warm inviting arms that held an illusion of safety and hope.
Paul didn’t physically reach out to her again; instead he tried to ground her with his calm tone and soothing words. His hope was to break through her fears and doubt so she could come to terms with the impending birth of their son.
“Come on Jess, it’s natural to feel this way. You’ll see, everything’s going to work out fine and very soon we’ll be able to hold him in our arms; our baby.” Jess looked sharply at him, something had tickled at the back of her mind many times over the course of her pregnancy; something that she’d heard from Paul’s mouth on many occasions but never gave it more than a cursory thought. Now though, it illuminated like a beacon through her frustration. Her last nerve frayed, she grabbed hold of the non-sequitur with the force of all her pent up anger and spat…”why do you always say him? Like you can’t even fathom that the baby may be a girl….fuck Paul, it may be a bloody girl!”
She wasn’t sure, but Jess could’ve sworn that she caught a glimpse of fear pass fleetingly across Paul’s handsome features, fear from what, she couldn’t say. Now however, he just looked so very lost. In the face of his despair, her anger melted away and was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of defeat and resignation.
“Why are we even doing this Paul? When I first told you that I was pregnant, you said you’d support me if I chose to terminate, but within hours you begged me to keep it, to give you this child. I love you Paul but I feel like it’s only the baby that you want. Not me. Not anymore.” The last bit whispered so heartbreakingly sad, that it caused Paul to take in a shuddering breath. He looked long and hard at the woman before him; the woman who was carrying his child; whom he loved more than he could properly express; who he was just noticing for the first time, looked so anguished that it broke his heart.
He was about to put words to his tumultuous thoughts, to make her understand the vital part she played in this miracle, when wind swept through the alley as shimmering light danced across the floor. The bricks of the building Jess was leaning against looked as if they began to liquefy, while at the same time, she was bathed in an ethereal glow. If the situation wasn’t so dire, Paul would’ve thought she never looked more beautiful.
He tried to make himself move, to attempt to pull her back, but his mind kept telling him that what he was witnessing wasn’t real. ‘It’s my mind playing tricks on me again, she’s still standing there…SHE IS STILL FUCKING STANDING THERE!’
In the end, all Paul could do was watch as the woman he loved and the unborn son that he had begged her to keep were swallowed by the blinding light. He fell to his knees, wailed with the feeling of utter desolation as he realized that he had really truly gone insane.
19th August, 1983 Cardiff
“Hey Harkness, we’ve got rift activity in a car park near Bute Park, readings show it to be biological in makeup.”
“Probably just some poor unsuspecting alien picked up by the rift mid shag. Hey, maybe my night’s looking up? Can’t leave it unsatisfied now can we….gotta make sure our intergalactic goodwill is maintained.”
“Oh for….just shut it Harkness and get your kit and go.”
“Wow, you’re testy tonight. Wanna join me? Nothing better for a bad temperament than an alien orgy I say!”
“Got a visual; humanoid in form, about the size of an average adult; seems to be in some sort of distress, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say…..pregnant.”
“Shit….!”
TBC
A/N: The prologue is short and vague by design and subsequent chapters will be longer. Regarding Paul and Jess, more of their back story comes into play later in the fic, again by design. Thank you all for reading!
Oh, and I was going to say cookies to whoever gets the significance of the date, but I’m sure you all know ;-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSc0jWR1V1o&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Title: Finding Truth in My Existence
Crossover: Torchwood/Twisted Showcase (Peter and Paul)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Paul/Jess
Characters: Torchwood team, and pairings listed above
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davies owns Torchwood and ‘Peter and Paul’ is owned by Twisted Showcase. So basically, don’t sue me because you wouldn’t get much anyway.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for S1-3 Torchwood-mainly for character background, spoilers for episode ‘Peter and Paul’ of web series Twisted Showcase, M/M pairing but nothing explicit, talk of abortion, some swearing.
Rated: PG-15
Summary: When a voice in Paul’s head told him to convince Jess to carry her pregnancy to term, he only slightly questioned his sanity. That all changed after he watched her get sucked through a rift in time and space before the child could be born. However, the biggest question is, what does it have to do with Ianto Jones, the well mannered, unassuming Archivist/Tea boy extraordinaire of Torchwood 3? More importantly, can Jack and Team Torchwood save him from the demon hidden within himself ?
Prologue
Present Day Cardiff
“Jess, please wait!”
Angry, frustrated, trapped. This was not how her life was supposed to be! She was supposed to get that promotion she worked so bloody hard for; to be a young executive by day and live the carefree club life with her hot and exciting boyfriend by night.
‘Yeah, now I’m as big as a whale, picking out nappies and spit rags with said (not nearly as exciting anymore) boyfriend while Mindy, the bimbo from accounting, get’s MY promotion based obviously on her cup size! It sure as hell wasn’t by the size of her brain thank you very much!’
“I can’t do this right now Paul, I really just want to get back to the flat and lie down.”
Paul finally caught up to his wayward lover at the mouth of an alley where she leaned heavily against a building to catch her breath. “Why did you run out of the shop like that? Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” The unsaid ‘again’ hung heavily between the two.
“It’s all just becoming too much, yea? The baby’s due in a month; one month and I’m not sure I can go through with this!” Paul moved slowly toward her, hands held a bit in front of him in a placatory manner as to not further agitate her. Seeing the unshed tears that glistened in her eyes, he couldn’t help but to reach out a consoling hand to caress her shoulder. Jess swayed away from the touch, wanting nothing more than to put distance between the two of them so she could get her thoughts in order. If she allowed him to touch her now, she’d fall into his warm inviting arms that held an illusion of safety and hope.
Paul didn’t physically reach out to her again; instead he tried to ground her with his calm tone and soothing words. His hope was to break through her fears and doubt so she could come to terms with the impending birth of their son.
“Come on Jess, it’s natural to feel this way. You’ll see, everything’s going to work out fine and very soon we’ll be able to hold him in our arms; our baby.” Jess looked sharply at him, something had tickled at the back of her mind many times over the course of her pregnancy; something that she’d heard from Paul’s mouth on many occasions but never gave it more than a cursory thought. Now though, it illuminated like a beacon through her frustration. Her last nerve frayed, she grabbed hold of the non-sequitur with the force of all her pent up anger and spat…”why do you always say him? Like you can’t even fathom that the baby may be a girl….fuck Paul, it may be a bloody girl!”
She wasn’t sure, but Jess could’ve sworn that she caught a glimpse of fear pass fleetingly across Paul’s handsome features, fear from what, she couldn’t say. Now however, he just looked so very lost. In the face of his despair, her anger melted away and was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of defeat and resignation.
“Why are we even doing this Paul? When I first told you that I was pregnant, you said you’d support me if I chose to terminate, but within hours you begged me to keep it, to give you this child. I love you Paul but I feel like it’s only the baby that you want. Not me. Not anymore.” The last bit whispered so heartbreakingly sad, that it caused Paul to take in a shuddering breath. He looked long and hard at the woman before him; the woman who was carrying his child; whom he loved more than he could properly express; who he was just noticing for the first time, looked so anguished that it broke his heart.
He was about to put words to his tumultuous thoughts, to make her understand the vital part she played in this miracle, when wind swept through the alley as shimmering light danced across the floor. The bricks of the building Jess was leaning against looked as if they began to liquefy, while at the same time, she was bathed in an ethereal glow. If the situation wasn’t so dire, Paul would’ve thought she never looked more beautiful.
He tried to make himself move, to attempt to pull her back, but his mind kept telling him that what he was witnessing wasn’t real. ‘It’s my mind playing tricks on me again, she’s still standing there…SHE IS STILL FUCKING STANDING THERE!’
In the end, all Paul could do was watch as the woman he loved and the unborn son that he had begged her to keep were swallowed by the blinding light. He fell to his knees, wailed with the feeling of utter desolation as he realized that he had really truly gone insane.
19th August, 1983 Cardiff
“Hey Harkness, we’ve got rift activity in a car park near Bute Park, readings show it to be biological in makeup.”
“Probably just some poor unsuspecting alien picked up by the rift mid shag. Hey, maybe my night’s looking up? Can’t leave it unsatisfied now can we….gotta make sure our intergalactic goodwill is maintained.”
“Oh for….just shut it Harkness and get your kit and go.”
“Wow, you’re testy tonight. Wanna join me? Nothing better for a bad temperament than an alien orgy I say!”
“Got a visual; humanoid in form, about the size of an average adult; seems to be in some sort of distress, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say…..pregnant.”
“Shit….!”
TBC
A/N: The prologue is short and vague by design and subsequent chapters will be longer. Regarding Paul and Jess, more of their back story comes into play later in the fic, again by design. Thank you all for reading!
Oh, and I was going to say cookies to whoever gets the significance of the date, but I’m sure you all know ;-)