A Man About Townsville - 5/10?
Title: A Man About Townsville - 5/10?
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. A little bit of Jack/Miss Bellum in this part. Utter utter crack.
Notes: For plsteward for the Jack Harkness Crossover Ficathon.
Part One //\\ Part Two //\\ Part 3 //\\ Part 4
Miss Bellum sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face as the car she’d wrestled the Mayor into finally pulled away. The idea of a long weekend alone with his wife did nothing for him, but give him two jars of pickles and he was yours for the taking.
“Tough day?” came a pleasant voice from behing her.
“You can say that again,” she said wryly, smoothing a wrinkle out of her skirt and turning to see who was talking to her.
“That’s a feeling I know well,” said the man, gracing her with a smile that sent her weak at the knees. He was tall, dark and handsome in a way you never saw in Townsville and his blue eyes were bright and utterly devastating.
“Really?” she managed to get out calmly. “Would your boss rather spend the weekend eating pickles than with his wife?”
“I can’t see Yvonne eating pickles or getting married,” he said after a moment of though. “But the mental picture’s pretty amusing.” He held out his hand. “Jack Harkness.”
“Miss Bellum,” she said automatically, taking his hand and shaking it.
“There a first name to go with that?” Jack asked eyebrow quirked with amusement as he raised her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles.
“…Sara,” she breathed, watching his mouth as if hypnotised, suddenly feeling a little warm.
He paused at that and graced her with a quizzical look.
“…Sara Bellum?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said, the mood fading slightly. “Is there a problem?”
And the charmer was back.
“Not at all, he said with a grin, smoothing a thumb over the back of her hand and making her skin tingle. “Just wanted to be sure whose number I was asking for.” He looped her arm through his, resting her hand on the crook of his elbow. “Let me walk you back to work.”
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“Hey there, Toots,” Ace drawled, leaning against the wall beside the pretty brunette. “Allow me to make your life by allowing you to spend the evening with the leader of the infamous Gangrene Gang. That being me.”
The girl shot him a disgusted look and walked off, flicking her hair haughtily.
“Boy, bossss,” Snake hissed, sidling up next to him. “She blew you off good.”
“Crash and burrrn,” Li’l Arturo agreed gleefully.
“Shut up,” Ace muttered, kicking Li’l Arturo and thumping Snake to Big Billy’s good-natured chuckles.
Grubbed tugged on Ace’s sleeve and pointed wildly up the street, showering Li’l Arturo with saliva.
“Hey,” said Snake. “Issssn’t that Missss Bellum?”
“What’s that guy doing?” Li’l Arturo demanded.
Ace peered over the top of his sunglasses and a slow grin spread over his face.
“Just watch, boys,” he said with relish. “If you think I got blown off, wait until you see how Bellum dumps this guy.”
They watched, grinning maliciously, waiting. Their grins faltered as Miss Bellum took the guy’s arm and walked off with him.
“…Was that getting blown off?” Snake asked eventually.
“I don’t believe it!” Ace cried. “How did he do that?!”
“Magic?” Big Billy suggested cheerfully.
“Boys,” Ace said grimly, “we have to find that guy and get him to tell us his secret.”
“Magic?” Big Billy suggested again.
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“Nice view,” Jack commented, leaning against Miss Bellum’s desk and looking out the large window behind her, whilst Miss Bellum sat in the chair in front of him.
“Mm,” she agreed, admiring the view her position afforded her. And if Jack’s hips shifted to give her a better impression because he’d noticed her gaze, well, she wasn’t going to complain. Looking after the Mayor had put a serious dent in her social life, and she was only human after all.
“Sara,” he said after a long moment, and she shivered at the timbre of his voice, letter her gaze trek slowly up his body - oh my but that t-shirt was rather tight - to meet his eyes, which held an expression that made her shiver again.
“Yes?”
He pulled the chair forward so he was standing between her legs, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing against her bare calves. One hand covered hers on the arm of the chair, the other rested on the back of the chair by her head as he leaned over her.
“You have got to be the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in this city,” he breathed, leaning a bit closer, and she tilted her face upwards automatically. “And pretty powerful around here too, from the looks of things…”
“Yeah…” she agreed, gaze darting from his eyes, to his lips, to his crotch and back again.
“So,” he continued, and the hand by her head moved to play in her hair. “You’d have access to some pretty classified stuff.”
“All of it,” she gasped, head tilting into his caress as his fingers brushed against her scalp, her neck, her ear too gently. “I do all the Mayor’s paperwork, I can get into anything.”
“I need some information,” he murmured, his other hand moving to brush infuriatingly light touches up the sensitive insides of her arms. “Everything you’ve got on Professor Utonium and the Powerpuff Girls.”
Miss Bellum tensed slightly, but she soon melted again under the ministrations of his clever fingers. It occurred to her that he hadn’t even properly touched her yet and she shifted slightly.
“That’s highly classified,” she said quietly. “Top security.”
“Really?” He leaned forward, lips brushing her ear while he spoke. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to give me access? I can be very persuasive…”
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On the ledge outside, three small figures crouched out of sight, listening to the noises filtering out of the open window.
“He’s torturing her!” Butch hissed in delight.
“And you said he looked like a sissy,” Brick said to Boomer.
“Did not, you did!” Boomer cried.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
There was a small scuffle which ended with Brick shoving Boomer off the ledge.
“Right,” Brick said, dusting off his hands while Boomer bounced off the flagpole sticking out of the building a little way down. “We’d better go report this to Him!”
They flew off, Miss Bellum’s agonised cries fading behind them.
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Down in the reception of City Hall, the receptionist tugged her earphones out of her ears, flushed, and shoved the device she’d been listening to into her bag.
Sedusa had bugged Miss Bellum’s office before she’d kidnapped her, so she could learn her habits and routines, and no-one had thought to check again. She was able to keep up to date on the state of affairs in Townsville…And it seemed Affairs was the appropriate word for the day.
She looked up at the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing the leather jacketed man - Jack, Sedusa had since learned - that had accompanied Miss Bellum earlier. He caught Sedusa’s eye and grinned, winking at her as he passed, and she flushed some more.
She had to have that man. There was a man who had power and knew how to use it, and there was a man who knew how to treat a woman - at least if what she’d heard had been anything to go by. And he was wasted on Miss Bellum - clearly he only thought that giraffe-necked goody-two-shoes was good-looking because he hadn’t seen her yet.
Well! That was something she would have to take care of!
-----
The Professor glanced into the living room as he came in with the shopping and paused, taking in the sight in front of him.
Buttercup was posing in front of the mirror over the fireplace wearing a little leather jacket. Bubbles was drawing a picture of herself and a dark haired man in a black coat, with lots more completed pictures scattered on the floor around her. Blossom was curled up on a chair, reading a book entitled “The Name ‘Jack’ and its Place in History”.
He smiled slightly.
It looked like the girls and his - he flushed slightly - date were going to get on very well.
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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. A little bit of Jack/Miss Bellum in this part. Utter utter crack.
Notes: For plsteward for the Jack Harkness Crossover Ficathon.
Part One //\\ Part Two //\\ Part 3 //\\ Part 4
Miss Bellum sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face as the car she’d wrestled the Mayor into finally pulled away. The idea of a long weekend alone with his wife did nothing for him, but give him two jars of pickles and he was yours for the taking.
“Tough day?” came a pleasant voice from behing her.
“You can say that again,” she said wryly, smoothing a wrinkle out of her skirt and turning to see who was talking to her.
“That’s a feeling I know well,” said the man, gracing her with a smile that sent her weak at the knees. He was tall, dark and handsome in a way you never saw in Townsville and his blue eyes were bright and utterly devastating.
“Really?” she managed to get out calmly. “Would your boss rather spend the weekend eating pickles than with his wife?”
“I can’t see Yvonne eating pickles or getting married,” he said after a moment of though. “But the mental picture’s pretty amusing.” He held out his hand. “Jack Harkness.”
“Miss Bellum,” she said automatically, taking his hand and shaking it.
“There a first name to go with that?” Jack asked eyebrow quirked with amusement as he raised her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles.
“…Sara,” she breathed, watching his mouth as if hypnotised, suddenly feeling a little warm.
He paused at that and graced her with a quizzical look.
“…Sara Bellum?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said, the mood fading slightly. “Is there a problem?”
And the charmer was back.
“Not at all, he said with a grin, smoothing a thumb over the back of her hand and making her skin tingle. “Just wanted to be sure whose number I was asking for.” He looped her arm through his, resting her hand on the crook of his elbow. “Let me walk you back to work.”
-----
“Hey there, Toots,” Ace drawled, leaning against the wall beside the pretty brunette. “Allow me to make your life by allowing you to spend the evening with the leader of the infamous Gangrene Gang. That being me.”
The girl shot him a disgusted look and walked off, flicking her hair haughtily.
“Boy, bossss,” Snake hissed, sidling up next to him. “She blew you off good.”
“Crash and burrrn,” Li’l Arturo agreed gleefully.
“Shut up,” Ace muttered, kicking Li’l Arturo and thumping Snake to Big Billy’s good-natured chuckles.
Grubbed tugged on Ace’s sleeve and pointed wildly up the street, showering Li’l Arturo with saliva.
“Hey,” said Snake. “Issssn’t that Missss Bellum?”
“What’s that guy doing?” Li’l Arturo demanded.
Ace peered over the top of his sunglasses and a slow grin spread over his face.
“Just watch, boys,” he said with relish. “If you think I got blown off, wait until you see how Bellum dumps this guy.”
They watched, grinning maliciously, waiting. Their grins faltered as Miss Bellum took the guy’s arm and walked off with him.
“…Was that getting blown off?” Snake asked eventually.
“I don’t believe it!” Ace cried. “How did he do that?!”
“Magic?” Big Billy suggested cheerfully.
“Boys,” Ace said grimly, “we have to find that guy and get him to tell us his secret.”
“Magic?” Big Billy suggested again.
-----
“Nice view,” Jack commented, leaning against Miss Bellum’s desk and looking out the large window behind her, whilst Miss Bellum sat in the chair in front of him.
“Mm,” she agreed, admiring the view her position afforded her. And if Jack’s hips shifted to give her a better impression because he’d noticed her gaze, well, she wasn’t going to complain. Looking after the Mayor had put a serious dent in her social life, and she was only human after all.
“Sara,” he said after a long moment, and she shivered at the timbre of his voice, letter her gaze trek slowly up his body - oh my but that t-shirt was rather tight - to meet his eyes, which held an expression that made her shiver again.
“Yes?”
He pulled the chair forward so he was standing between her legs, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing against her bare calves. One hand covered hers on the arm of the chair, the other rested on the back of the chair by her head as he leaned over her.
“You have got to be the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in this city,” he breathed, leaning a bit closer, and she tilted her face upwards automatically. “And pretty powerful around here too, from the looks of things…”
“Yeah…” she agreed, gaze darting from his eyes, to his lips, to his crotch and back again.
“So,” he continued, and the hand by her head moved to play in her hair. “You’d have access to some pretty classified stuff.”
“All of it,” she gasped, head tilting into his caress as his fingers brushed against her scalp, her neck, her ear too gently. “I do all the Mayor’s paperwork, I can get into anything.”
“I need some information,” he murmured, his other hand moving to brush infuriatingly light touches up the sensitive insides of her arms. “Everything you’ve got on Professor Utonium and the Powerpuff Girls.”
Miss Bellum tensed slightly, but she soon melted again under the ministrations of his clever fingers. It occurred to her that he hadn’t even properly touched her yet and she shifted slightly.
“That’s highly classified,” she said quietly. “Top security.”
“Really?” He leaned forward, lips brushing her ear while he spoke. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to give me access? I can be very persuasive…”
-----
On the ledge outside, three small figures crouched out of sight, listening to the noises filtering out of the open window.
“He’s torturing her!” Butch hissed in delight.
“And you said he looked like a sissy,” Brick said to Boomer.
“Did not, you did!” Boomer cried.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
There was a small scuffle which ended with Brick shoving Boomer off the ledge.
“Right,” Brick said, dusting off his hands while Boomer bounced off the flagpole sticking out of the building a little way down. “We’d better go report this to Him!”
They flew off, Miss Bellum’s agonised cries fading behind them.
-----
Down in the reception of City Hall, the receptionist tugged her earphones out of her ears, flushed, and shoved the device she’d been listening to into her bag.
Sedusa had bugged Miss Bellum’s office before she’d kidnapped her, so she could learn her habits and routines, and no-one had thought to check again. She was able to keep up to date on the state of affairs in Townsville…And it seemed Affairs was the appropriate word for the day.
She looked up at the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing the leather jacketed man - Jack, Sedusa had since learned - that had accompanied Miss Bellum earlier. He caught Sedusa’s eye and grinned, winking at her as he passed, and she flushed some more.
She had to have that man. There was a man who had power and knew how to use it, and there was a man who knew how to treat a woman - at least if what she’d heard had been anything to go by. And he was wasted on Miss Bellum - clearly he only thought that giraffe-necked goody-two-shoes was good-looking because he hadn’t seen her yet.
Well! That was something she would have to take care of!
-----
The Professor glanced into the living room as he came in with the shopping and paused, taking in the sight in front of him.
Buttercup was posing in front of the mirror over the fireplace wearing a little leather jacket. Bubbles was drawing a picture of herself and a dark haired man in a black coat, with lots more completed pictures scattered on the floor around her. Blossom was curled up on a chair, reading a book entitled “The Name ‘Jack’ and its Place in History”.
He smiled slightly.
It looked like the girls and his - he flushed slightly - date were going to get on very well.
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