A Man About Townsville - 2/8?
Title: A Man About Townsville - 2/8?
Fandom: Powerpuff Girls, Torchwood
Rating: PG-13 (for innuendo and, well, Jack)
Summary: Torchwood sends Jack to investigate a top-class defence system in a small, out-of-the-way city. What he finds is rather unexpected. Jack/Professor Utonium, Jack/Him, one-sided Everyone/Jack.
Notes: For plsteward for the Jack Harkness Crossover Ficathon.
Part One
Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. Jack stood in the shade of a tree across the road and popped his gum idly. The screens on the inside of his sunglasses scrolled figures and readings in front of his eyes. His left eye noted the changes, the differences between the girls and the rest of the kids, while his right eye marked carefully their position inside the building, locked onto their heat signatures.
He blew a bubble and popped it, following their general movements, frowning at the readings. Aside from a slightly higher core body temperatures, there was nothing in the scans that showed out of the ordinary. Maybe more tests would…
There was a scream, then one of the heat signatures moved and one of the girls burst out of the building. She zipped past him leaving a trail of blue and the vague echo of crying.
He took out his gum and flicked it into a trashcan as he strolled after her, his sunglasses easily locking onto the trail she’d left.
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He found her sitting under a tree in the park, cuddling something purple and sobbing. Tucking his sunglasses into his inside jacket pocket, he moved over and crouched in front of her.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he said soothingly, reaching out to push some of her blonde hair out of her face. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be crying.” He ducked his head to try and catch her eye, smiling encouragingly at her. “What’s up, gorgeous?”
“The-they tore O-Octi!” she wailed, and held the purple object out, revealing it to be a stuffed octopus with a huge tear under its head, stuffing pushing out. “He’s dying!” she sobbed. “His insides are coming o-out!”
“Oh, hey now,” he soothed, reaching out to take Octi off her. He took the toy gently and fished a gadget out of his pocket and carefully pushed the stuffing back in, holding the seam shut and running the machine over it. The seams knitted together neatly and tightly, making the toy as good as new. “There, look, all fixed.” He grinned at her and waggled the toy. “Octi’s had life saving surgery, but I think he’ll make a full recovery.”
The little girl let out a cry of joy and pounced on the toy, hugging it tightly, before doing the same to Jack.
“Thanks Mister!” she squealed.
“Now that’s more like it,” Jack said with a chuckle, putting his travel-sewing kit away (47th Century Mars - had been with him for years. Worked on skin as well as it did on fabric) and pulling out a tissue to wipe the tears off the girl’s face. “That’s the sort of gorgeous smile I expect to see on a beautiful face like yours.”
The girl giggled and glanced up at him with her big blue eyes.
“I’m Bubbles,” she told him. “What’s your name?”
“Jack,” he replied, grinning at her. He felt endeared towards her despite himself. She might be an alien, or an automated defence system created in a lab or something, but she really was pretty sweet.
“I’m pleased to meet you!” she declared.
“Sweet girl like you? The pleasure’s all mine,” he said with a wink. He stood and held out his hand to her. “How about I get you an ice cream? To help you recover from Octi’s operation?”
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With his arms draped over the back of the bench and one leg crossed over the other, Jack contemplated the octopus now perched on his knee as Bubbles sat beside him and tucked into her ice cream happily. He bounced his leg slightly and Octi flopped a little in place. Bubbles giggled. He shot her a grin.
“I think I know you,” she said, frowning at him slightly and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully as she studied him. “I’ve seen you before.”
“I’d remember such a pretty face. Unless we met…How does that song go? Once upon a dream?”
“You know Sleeping Beauty?” she gasped, eyes wide and shining.
“Sure do.” And damn if that hadn’t been the longest night of his life ever. Even longer than that time trapped in a cell on Pr’oatos. He was never helping Gwen babysit her niece again. “And I’ve got my very own little beauty right here.”
She giggled again and blushed, looking back at her ice cream.
“Maybe it’s just your jacket,” she said. “A man with one like that saved my sister yesterday.”
“Your sister?” Jack asked, politely interested. He turned that over in his mind. They had a concept of family, then. The question was, were they actually related? And if so - who were the parents? Aliens? Lab rats?
“Buttercup,” Bubbles said. “And then she started acting really weird. Blossom was really worried, but,” her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “I think she was just embarrassed. She doesn’t normally need saving.”
Jack looked appropriately shocked. Buttercup was the brunette, then. That meant the redhead was Blossom.
“Well,” he whispered back, “I won’t tell if you won’t. Her secret will be safe with us.”
He winked at her and she beamed at him, blushing again.
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Back at the Kindergarten that afternoon, Bubbles sat in the corner drawing, cuddling Octi with a big smile on her face.
Someone cleared their throat next to her and she looked up to see Buttercup and Mitch standing next to her, arms behind their backs, staring fixedly at their shoes. Miss Keane stood behind them wearing the expression of a woman who has had Serious Words with the two in front of her.
“We’re sorry we tore your toy, Bubbles,” Mitch muttered.
“Yeah,” Buttercup agreed. “Sorry.”
Bubbles blinked at them.
“Oh. It’s okay!” She beamed. “I forgive you!”
Buttercup and Mitch looked up at Miss Keane, who nodded, and then ran off, relieved.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Bubbles? You were gone for a long time…” She crouched down beside the little girl.
“Oh yes!” Bubbles turned back to her drawing. “I’m fine!”
Miss Keane looked at her for a moment, before shrugging and standing, heading over to stop Elmer eating paste at the back of the room. Blossom frowned at Bubbles over the top of her book, as Bubbles coloured in Jack’s leather jacket with painstaking care.
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Fandom: Powerpuff Girls, Torchwood
Rating: PG-13 (for innuendo and, well, Jack)
Summary: Torchwood sends Jack to investigate a top-class defence system in a small, out-of-the-way city. What he finds is rather unexpected. Jack/Professor Utonium, Jack/Him, one-sided Everyone/Jack.
Notes: For plsteward for the Jack Harkness Crossover Ficathon.
Part One
Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. Jack stood in the shade of a tree across the road and popped his gum idly. The screens on the inside of his sunglasses scrolled figures and readings in front of his eyes. His left eye noted the changes, the differences between the girls and the rest of the kids, while his right eye marked carefully their position inside the building, locked onto their heat signatures.
He blew a bubble and popped it, following their general movements, frowning at the readings. Aside from a slightly higher core body temperatures, there was nothing in the scans that showed out of the ordinary. Maybe more tests would…
There was a scream, then one of the heat signatures moved and one of the girls burst out of the building. She zipped past him leaving a trail of blue and the vague echo of crying.
He took out his gum and flicked it into a trashcan as he strolled after her, his sunglasses easily locking onto the trail she’d left.
-----
He found her sitting under a tree in the park, cuddling something purple and sobbing. Tucking his sunglasses into his inside jacket pocket, he moved over and crouched in front of her.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he said soothingly, reaching out to push some of her blonde hair out of her face. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be crying.” He ducked his head to try and catch her eye, smiling encouragingly at her. “What’s up, gorgeous?”
“The-they tore O-Octi!” she wailed, and held the purple object out, revealing it to be a stuffed octopus with a huge tear under its head, stuffing pushing out. “He’s dying!” she sobbed. “His insides are coming o-out!”
“Oh, hey now,” he soothed, reaching out to take Octi off her. He took the toy gently and fished a gadget out of his pocket and carefully pushed the stuffing back in, holding the seam shut and running the machine over it. The seams knitted together neatly and tightly, making the toy as good as new. “There, look, all fixed.” He grinned at her and waggled the toy. “Octi’s had life saving surgery, but I think he’ll make a full recovery.”
The little girl let out a cry of joy and pounced on the toy, hugging it tightly, before doing the same to Jack.
“Thanks Mister!” she squealed.
“Now that’s more like it,” Jack said with a chuckle, putting his travel-sewing kit away (47th Century Mars - had been with him for years. Worked on skin as well as it did on fabric) and pulling out a tissue to wipe the tears off the girl’s face. “That’s the sort of gorgeous smile I expect to see on a beautiful face like yours.”
The girl giggled and glanced up at him with her big blue eyes.
“I’m Bubbles,” she told him. “What’s your name?”
“Jack,” he replied, grinning at her. He felt endeared towards her despite himself. She might be an alien, or an automated defence system created in a lab or something, but she really was pretty sweet.
“I’m pleased to meet you!” she declared.
“Sweet girl like you? The pleasure’s all mine,” he said with a wink. He stood and held out his hand to her. “How about I get you an ice cream? To help you recover from Octi’s operation?”
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With his arms draped over the back of the bench and one leg crossed over the other, Jack contemplated the octopus now perched on his knee as Bubbles sat beside him and tucked into her ice cream happily. He bounced his leg slightly and Octi flopped a little in place. Bubbles giggled. He shot her a grin.
“I think I know you,” she said, frowning at him slightly and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully as she studied him. “I’ve seen you before.”
“I’d remember such a pretty face. Unless we met…How does that song go? Once upon a dream?”
“You know Sleeping Beauty?” she gasped, eyes wide and shining.
“Sure do.” And damn if that hadn’t been the longest night of his life ever. Even longer than that time trapped in a cell on Pr’oatos. He was never helping Gwen babysit her niece again. “And I’ve got my very own little beauty right here.”
She giggled again and blushed, looking back at her ice cream.
“Maybe it’s just your jacket,” she said. “A man with one like that saved my sister yesterday.”
“Your sister?” Jack asked, politely interested. He turned that over in his mind. They had a concept of family, then. The question was, were they actually related? And if so - who were the parents? Aliens? Lab rats?
“Buttercup,” Bubbles said. “And then she started acting really weird. Blossom was really worried, but,” her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “I think she was just embarrassed. She doesn’t normally need saving.”
Jack looked appropriately shocked. Buttercup was the brunette, then. That meant the redhead was Blossom.
“Well,” he whispered back, “I won’t tell if you won’t. Her secret will be safe with us.”
He winked at her and she beamed at him, blushing again.
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Back at the Kindergarten that afternoon, Bubbles sat in the corner drawing, cuddling Octi with a big smile on her face.
Someone cleared their throat next to her and she looked up to see Buttercup and Mitch standing next to her, arms behind their backs, staring fixedly at their shoes. Miss Keane stood behind them wearing the expression of a woman who has had Serious Words with the two in front of her.
“We’re sorry we tore your toy, Bubbles,” Mitch muttered.
“Yeah,” Buttercup agreed. “Sorry.”
Bubbles blinked at them.
“Oh. It’s okay!” She beamed. “I forgive you!”
Buttercup and Mitch looked up at Miss Keane, who nodded, and then ran off, relieved.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Bubbles? You were gone for a long time…” She crouched down beside the little girl.
“Oh yes!” Bubbles turned back to her drawing. “I’m fine!”
Miss Keane looked at her for a moment, before shrugging and standing, heading over to stop Elmer eating paste at the back of the room. Blossom frowned at Bubbles over the top of her book, as Bubbles coloured in Jack’s leather jacket with painstaking care.
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