This is the art that I created for
jerkbitchbaby's amazing fic, Torchwood’s Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse for the SuperWho Big Bang.
Title: Torchwood’s Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse
Author:
jerkbitchbabyArtist:
moonliteknightCharacters/pairings: Bela/Jack, Sherlock/John (established), Crowley (nee Moriarty)
Fandoms: Supernatural, Torchwood, Sherlock
Rating: M
Word count:
Disclaimer: There isn’t going to be a zombie apocalypse (hopefully) and none of these characters belong to me... yet.
Warnings: Violence, gore, descriptions of torture in Hell, occasional language, zombies and the middle finger to science and continuity.
Spoilers: This has spoilers for Torchwood up to Episode 3 of Season 3, Supernatural up mid season 7 and Sherlock up to the end of season 2.
Spin-off of: The Apocalypse Stops For No Time Lord
Summary: It’s been seven months since the Doctor left Bela with Captain Jack Harkness and she’s made a home in Torchwood. Now they’re facing a zombie apocalypse, a consulting criminal with some baggage and they’re all ready to team up with a famous detective. Whilst this has stricken Cardiff, Bela is struggling to answer the question that’s been plaguing her. Can she be a demon living as a human?
This picture is for a scene that later got rewritten. Below is an excerpt.
"“Here you go!” Jack finished keying in the number, pressed the call button and promptly shoved the phone into Bela’s hand. “Good luck!”
“I-what?” She half-shrieked, chasing after Jack as he darted off around a desk. “Captain Jack Harkness, get back here! We can’t be playing games when there’s a zombie apocalypse happening.”
“If you can’t play around during zombie apocalypses, when can you play around?”
It wasn’t until Bela had chased her boss halfway down the stairs that she realised the phone was still ringing. Lifting it to her ear, she was just in time to hear a click then -
“Hello?” The voice was male, tight and trimmed, almost like Jack’s but with a British accent.
“Hi,” Bela said, trying not to make her voice sound too sickly sweet. Jack appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a grin plastered across his face. “This is Bela Talbot from Torchwood.”
“Oh, hello Torchwood,” the voice said, slightly more cheerfully. “It’s been a long time since we last heard from you. Jack’s been recruiting has he?”
“You could say that,” Bela replied, coughing awkwardly. “It’s a pleasure to talk to you.”
“He gave you the phone and then ran away, didn’t he?”