[Torchwood/Arrow] "Backwards Family Reunion" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for 
fic_promptly's Any, Any, backwards timeline Spent in the "I Shot An Arrow Into the Air" universe, in which Malcolm Merlyn discovers he is the offspring of one Captain Jack Harkness. Mentions of past mpreg. Jack Harkness+Malcolm Merlyn+OFC
The ship had just enough room for the three of them and nothing extra, which meant a lot of jostling and bumping into each other, and although Verrity was blood, Malcolm caught himself cringing every time the two of them smacked into each other on the way to the head.
"How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?" he finally asked one day, as they sat in the galley over canned coffee.
"Asking a lady her age: how very American of you," she replied with a shadow of their father's smirk. "Old enough to fascinate Louis XIV."
"You've met Louis XIV?"
"Brother-dear, need I remind you: *Time* Agency? We meet a lot of historical personages," she said, head tilted as she gave him a withering smile.
"Point taken," he said, backing down.
"But since you're family: I'm fifty-seven," she replied. She looked like she might be twenty-four at the oldest.
"She also hasn't been born yet," Jack cut in, calling down from the cockpit overhead.
Ordinarily, Malcolm would ask 'how thin are the walls in this ship?' but their father's announcement caught him off guard.
"By all accounts, I'm still in the follicular stage," Verrity replied, casually. Then with a nod to the ceiling, she added, "I've been running with him mostly so I'll get to meet the five guys one of which will knock him up in a few years. Had to double back over my own timeline. Won't get to meet them otherwise."
"Won't that change the course of history?" Malcolm asked. "You might scare them off."
"One of Five doesn't have to know: only one other person in our world knows I'm Jack Harkness's kid," she said. "You're family: you don't count."
"So... you've watched yourself grow up?"
"Not really: it isn't safe to do that. It can cause a paradox, and then *things* come out of the wood work, to resolve that paradox."
"Define 'things'?"
"Things that have bat wings and a lot of fangs and claws. Some call them Reapers," she said. "I've never seen them, but they warn us about them, training in the Time Academy."
"Some kind of school for time travelers?"
"They train Time Agents there: I trained there for a while."
"That where you're taking me?" Malcolm asked.
"Not if I can help it: they don't like me very much," Jack called down.
"And here we were having a Hallmark brother-sister bonding moment," Malcolm called back up to him.
"If Hallmark moments involve discussions of time travel," Jack replied, mischievously.
"Does he always have to have the last word?" Malcolm asked Verrity.
"Not always, but most of the time: you get used to it."
fic_promptly's Any, Any, backwards timeline Spent in the "I Shot An Arrow Into the Air" universe, in which Malcolm Merlyn discovers he is the offspring of one Captain Jack Harkness. Mentions of past mpreg. Jack Harkness+Malcolm Merlyn+OFC
The ship had just enough room for the three of them and nothing extra, which meant a lot of jostling and bumping into each other, and although Verrity was blood, Malcolm caught himself cringing every time the two of them smacked into each other on the way to the head.
"How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?" he finally asked one day, as they sat in the galley over canned coffee.
"Asking a lady her age: how very American of you," she replied with a shadow of their father's smirk. "Old enough to fascinate Louis XIV."
"You've met Louis XIV?"
"Brother-dear, need I remind you: *Time* Agency? We meet a lot of historical personages," she said, head tilted as she gave him a withering smile.
"Point taken," he said, backing down.
"But since you're family: I'm fifty-seven," she replied. She looked like she might be twenty-four at the oldest.
"She also hasn't been born yet," Jack cut in, calling down from the cockpit overhead.
Ordinarily, Malcolm would ask 'how thin are the walls in this ship?' but their father's announcement caught him off guard.
"By all accounts, I'm still in the follicular stage," Verrity replied, casually. Then with a nod to the ceiling, she added, "I've been running with him mostly so I'll get to meet the five guys one of which will knock him up in a few years. Had to double back over my own timeline. Won't get to meet them otherwise."
"Won't that change the course of history?" Malcolm asked. "You might scare them off."
"One of Five doesn't have to know: only one other person in our world knows I'm Jack Harkness's kid," she said. "You're family: you don't count."
"So... you've watched yourself grow up?"
"Not really: it isn't safe to do that. It can cause a paradox, and then *things* come out of the wood work, to resolve that paradox."
"Define 'things'?"
"Things that have bat wings and a lot of fangs and claws. Some call them Reapers," she said. "I've never seen them, but they warn us about them, training in the Time Academy."
"Some kind of school for time travelers?"
"They train Time Agents there: I trained there for a while."
"That where you're taking me?" Malcolm asked.
"Not if I can help it: they don't like me very much," Jack called down.
"And here we were having a Hallmark brother-sister bonding moment," Malcolm called back up to him.
"If Hallmark moments involve discussions of time travel," Jack replied, mischievously.
"Does he always have to have the last word?" Malcolm asked Verrity.
"Not always, but most of the time: you get used to it."