Jack Harkness Crossover Ficathon: There Was A Man
Jack Harkness Ficathon entry. For niqaeli, who requested a CSI: NY crossover: a really *weird* case lands on Danny's desk. Science is telling him no human could have done this. Turns out, no human did! Jack intervenes. Jack/Danny or Jack/Flack or, hey, any combination of those three would be effin' awesome but is unnecessary.
Apologies for it being a couple days late, bebe.
There Was A Man
Danny really hates these closed door mysteries.
Got this guy, see, mauled to death in his apartment. Ripped up real good, blood and flesh all over the walls and floor. Nasty, and it looks like some wild animal got in there and did this guy over. Something escaped from the zoo, or some rich guy’s exotic pet that got loose or dumped and it’s too big, too illegal to report. Except the apartment doors were all shut, locked from the inside, and even the windows had been bolted. Not that anyone could have got in, twenty-three floors up from the street, but it’s usually at least an option. No fingerprints, no fibres, and Danny’s spent two days in that apartment, going over every surface, every crack in that place. All he’s got is some weird-ass shit that looks like sloughed-off snakeskin in the kitchen sink, but their vic is an accountant and the closest he’s probably been to a real snake is the other side of the safety glass in the reptile room at the zoo.
Closed door mysteries. Right.
~*~
“I just want to take another look.”
Flack rolls his eyes. “Because your evidence will suddenly have appeared after we taped up the crime scene. Sure.”
Danny shrugs, but there’s a tiny part of him that’s hoping that’s exactly what’ll have happened. Weird cases only get weirder. They take the elevator up, long slow ride, and Flack’s giving Danny this look, this knowing goddamn smirk, and Danny frowns.
“What?”
“This is really annoying you, isn’t it?” And Flack leans against the elevator wall, crosses his arms and does he have to look so fucking relaxed about this?
“Of course it’s annoying me!” Danny almost yelps, and nice one, Messer. “Dead body. Locked room! This isn’t frustrating you?”
“Not especially,” Flack shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. It’s like watching t.v. Only, you know. Slower.” He grins at Danny, who leans back against the shaking wall, groans a little and closes his eyes.
“That’s why you came with me? For entertainment?”
“Maybe I just like watching you work.”
Danny cracks an eye open. “You like watching me work?”
That damn grin. “I like watching you work.”
“Oh,” but then the elevator stops, it’s their floor, and Danny’s feeling a little shaky there.
~*~
The apartment hasn’t changed since last time they were there, and Danny tells himself he’s not at all disappointed. Just a bit annoyed. Especially when Flack spreads his arms, gives a grand gesture towards the blood-spattered walls and asks if he’s having any revelations right there. Danny’s not sure how to answer that one, because he’s not getting any thoughts about the case, but he’s sure as hell got a few thoughts about Flack starting to niggle at the back of his mind.
The apartment is all dead blood, stale air and fingerprint powder, and in the fading winter light, Flack cocks his head, looks at Danny. Bright spark of life in this dark, jumbled room, and Danny’s about to open his mouth, about to say something before his brain stops him, but then the wall behind Flack is exploding outwards, right at them, and then everything is dust and brick and blindness. Danny goes flying backwards, hitting the wall and he lies there, dazed. Blinking slowly in the opaque air, and there’s something moving around in front of him.
“Flack?” But his voice catches in his throat and he coughs, eyes sliding closed, and the shape moving through the dust is big and wrong, and then he doesn’t care anymore.
~*~
“Well, that was unexpected.”
There’s a voice drifting somewhere over Danny’s head, something low and warm, and he moves his head, tries to see. The dust has settled, just vague shapes swirling in the almost-dark, and there’s a man standing over him. Not Flack, someone broader, and a thrill of panic sings under Danny’s skin, makes him struggle to sit up.
“Don!”
“Hey, hold on there!” The man is bending down, hands gently against Danny’s chest. Warm hands, strong, and Danny looks up, and, oh. “Take it easy, alright? You’ve taken a bit of a bang there. And not in the fun way.”
“What?” Danny winces, manages to sit up. The man crouched next to him keeps his hands on Danny, steadies him. “Who are you?”
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the man gives him a smile, and Danny’s never seen so many bright, straight teeth in one place before. Kind of hypnotic, really, when you look at them too long. Start tilting a bit, too, and, “Oh, hey!”
Okay, no, it’s Danny that’s tilting sideways. Hello, concussion.
“Captain?” Danny frowns, and ow. “Which precinct? Why don’t I know you?”
“I’m not that kind of captain,” Jack gives him a smile, helps Danny lean back against the wall. “You going to be okay for a moment? I just want to check your friend.”
“Is he okay?” And now he isn’t falling sideways, Danny can see Flack lying across the ruined room, covered in dust and debris. Eyes closed, face pale and oh god, is that blood? Danny pushes himself away from the wall, and no no no, but Jack is pressing him back again, firm.
“He’s fine, just relax. He broke a couple ribs when the snarfgrall broke through the wall, but I’m fixing them right now.”
“Snar… fix… what?”
“Snarfgrall. It’s been hiding between the wall atoms for a couple days now. Probably couldn’t hold it any longer, especially when you two wandered in. Greedy bastard.”
“What…” And then Danny sees it, a huge lump of something partially hidden by a smashed coffee table. Muddy green and fleshy and shiny, too many limbs and eyes and what the hell is wrong with it's skin, all loose and scaled and falling away, and,
“What is that?!” And it’s the concussion, he’s hallucinating, has to be, has to. “What the hell is that?!” Panicking now, trying to press himself back against the bare bricks, solid, and oh god, that thing was hiding in the walls? Danny gives a high yelp, shoves himself away from the wall, twists to keep an eye on it as he moves. Twists back to keep an eye on Jack, and then he’s tilting right over to the floor.
“It’s dead, that’s all you need to know,” Jack crouches down next to him. “For a scientist, you’re not taking this very well.”
Danny lies there on his back, watches the room spin. Looks up into Jack’s eyes. “How did you know I was a scientist?”
“I’ve been watching the apartment for two days now. Been waiting for the snarfgrall to move. Can’t force them out if they’re not ready to go, it’d have destroyed the whole building. It would probably have stayed there even longer if you hadn’t come by when you did.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t thanking you,” Jack stands up, moves over to Flack. Gently feels Don’s ribs, hands light and slow, and Danny’s got a strange feeling deep down in his belly. “He’s going to be fine when he wakes up.”
“What did you do?”
“Bone regeneration shot. Takes a couple days for it to heal completely, but he’ll be able to breathe without much pain.”
“Thank you,” and the panic’s subsiding just that bit more. The room has stopped it’s slow spin, and Danny carefully sits up. Jack sits back down next to him, reaches up a hand. Gently moves Danny’s head from side to side, looks at Danny’s slightly unfocussed eyes. His touch tingles slightly against Danny’s skin.
“You’ll be okay, too.”
“Are you going to wipe my memory?”
Jack laughs, and it’s a deep, warm sound. “What?”
“Because I’ve seen that movie. With the pen thing. And the light.”
“I’m not going to wipe your memory, Danny.”
Oh. Right. “How did you know my name?”
“I told you, I’ve been watching the apartment.”
Danny looks past Jack, over at Don. Flack’s breathing deeply, evenly. Colour back in his face, and there’s that feeling in his belly again. “He likes watching me work.”
There’s that bright smile again. “You know, this is the first time I’ve been ignored in favour of an unconscious guy. Well, almost the first. There was that time on Roppa when…” Jack stops, stiffens, and looks towards the ruined front door, hanging at a crazy angle across the frame. “Never mind.” He stands, straightens, brushes dust from his hair. “Nice meeting you, Danny.”
“What’s going on?” Worried, and he watches as Jack takes a step back, places his hand on the dead thing on the floor.
“Your friends are coming. Need to get rid of this. Not a word, huh?”
“Who am I going to tell?”
But there’s a flash of bright blue, a sound like popping corn, and there’s an empty space in front of Danny. He blinks, shakes his head. Still the empty space, and behind it, Flack is moving his head slightly. Small groan, and Danny gets shakily to his feet, stumbles over to his side. Flack opens his eyes, stares muzzily at Danny.
“Hey,” and Danny gives him a small smile. “You okay?”
Flack nods, winces. Runs a hand across his ribs and coughs. Danny thinks about Jack, about those same bones being broken only a few minutes ago, and he reaches across, grabs Flack’s hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Hey!” There’s a shout from the doorway, and Mac is peering over the ruined door, pushing it away. “What did you two do?”
Danny shrugs, and looks down at Flack. He’ll think of something later. “Still think this is better than television?”
Flack grins, bright but not blinding, and lets out a small laugh. His fingers are still trapped between Danny’s, and neither of them lets go.
Right! Now I'm off to meet Miss Alex for the Prego//Murder By Death gig! \o/ omfgpregosquee!
Be back Sunday night. Am going to go invade penlo_deuph and sedgehog's married bliss for a few days. Eeeee! ♥
Apologies for it being a couple days late, bebe.
There Was A Man
Danny really hates these closed door mysteries.
Got this guy, see, mauled to death in his apartment. Ripped up real good, blood and flesh all over the walls and floor. Nasty, and it looks like some wild animal got in there and did this guy over. Something escaped from the zoo, or some rich guy’s exotic pet that got loose or dumped and it’s too big, too illegal to report. Except the apartment doors were all shut, locked from the inside, and even the windows had been bolted. Not that anyone could have got in, twenty-three floors up from the street, but it’s usually at least an option. No fingerprints, no fibres, and Danny’s spent two days in that apartment, going over every surface, every crack in that place. All he’s got is some weird-ass shit that looks like sloughed-off snakeskin in the kitchen sink, but their vic is an accountant and the closest he’s probably been to a real snake is the other side of the safety glass in the reptile room at the zoo.
Closed door mysteries. Right.
~*~
“I just want to take another look.”
Flack rolls his eyes. “Because your evidence will suddenly have appeared after we taped up the crime scene. Sure.”
Danny shrugs, but there’s a tiny part of him that’s hoping that’s exactly what’ll have happened. Weird cases only get weirder. They take the elevator up, long slow ride, and Flack’s giving Danny this look, this knowing goddamn smirk, and Danny frowns.
“What?”
“This is really annoying you, isn’t it?” And Flack leans against the elevator wall, crosses his arms and does he have to look so fucking relaxed about this?
“Of course it’s annoying me!” Danny almost yelps, and nice one, Messer. “Dead body. Locked room! This isn’t frustrating you?”
“Not especially,” Flack shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. It’s like watching t.v. Only, you know. Slower.” He grins at Danny, who leans back against the shaking wall, groans a little and closes his eyes.
“That’s why you came with me? For entertainment?”
“Maybe I just like watching you work.”
Danny cracks an eye open. “You like watching me work?”
That damn grin. “I like watching you work.”
“Oh,” but then the elevator stops, it’s their floor, and Danny’s feeling a little shaky there.
~*~
The apartment hasn’t changed since last time they were there, and Danny tells himself he’s not at all disappointed. Just a bit annoyed. Especially when Flack spreads his arms, gives a grand gesture towards the blood-spattered walls and asks if he’s having any revelations right there. Danny’s not sure how to answer that one, because he’s not getting any thoughts about the case, but he’s sure as hell got a few thoughts about Flack starting to niggle at the back of his mind.
The apartment is all dead blood, stale air and fingerprint powder, and in the fading winter light, Flack cocks his head, looks at Danny. Bright spark of life in this dark, jumbled room, and Danny’s about to open his mouth, about to say something before his brain stops him, but then the wall behind Flack is exploding outwards, right at them, and then everything is dust and brick and blindness. Danny goes flying backwards, hitting the wall and he lies there, dazed. Blinking slowly in the opaque air, and there’s something moving around in front of him.
“Flack?” But his voice catches in his throat and he coughs, eyes sliding closed, and the shape moving through the dust is big and wrong, and then he doesn’t care anymore.
~*~
“Well, that was unexpected.”
There’s a voice drifting somewhere over Danny’s head, something low and warm, and he moves his head, tries to see. The dust has settled, just vague shapes swirling in the almost-dark, and there’s a man standing over him. Not Flack, someone broader, and a thrill of panic sings under Danny’s skin, makes him struggle to sit up.
“Don!”
“Hey, hold on there!” The man is bending down, hands gently against Danny’s chest. Warm hands, strong, and Danny looks up, and, oh. “Take it easy, alright? You’ve taken a bit of a bang there. And not in the fun way.”
“What?” Danny winces, manages to sit up. The man crouched next to him keeps his hands on Danny, steadies him. “Who are you?”
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the man gives him a smile, and Danny’s never seen so many bright, straight teeth in one place before. Kind of hypnotic, really, when you look at them too long. Start tilting a bit, too, and, “Oh, hey!”
Okay, no, it’s Danny that’s tilting sideways. Hello, concussion.
“Captain?” Danny frowns, and ow. “Which precinct? Why don’t I know you?”
“I’m not that kind of captain,” Jack gives him a smile, helps Danny lean back against the wall. “You going to be okay for a moment? I just want to check your friend.”
“Is he okay?” And now he isn’t falling sideways, Danny can see Flack lying across the ruined room, covered in dust and debris. Eyes closed, face pale and oh god, is that blood? Danny pushes himself away from the wall, and no no no, but Jack is pressing him back again, firm.
“He’s fine, just relax. He broke a couple ribs when the snarfgrall broke through the wall, but I’m fixing them right now.”
“Snar… fix… what?”
“Snarfgrall. It’s been hiding between the wall atoms for a couple days now. Probably couldn’t hold it any longer, especially when you two wandered in. Greedy bastard.”
“What…” And then Danny sees it, a huge lump of something partially hidden by a smashed coffee table. Muddy green and fleshy and shiny, too many limbs and eyes and what the hell is wrong with it's skin, all loose and scaled and falling away, and,
“What is that?!” And it’s the concussion, he’s hallucinating, has to be, has to. “What the hell is that?!” Panicking now, trying to press himself back against the bare bricks, solid, and oh god, that thing was hiding in the walls? Danny gives a high yelp, shoves himself away from the wall, twists to keep an eye on it as he moves. Twists back to keep an eye on Jack, and then he’s tilting right over to the floor.
“It’s dead, that’s all you need to know,” Jack crouches down next to him. “For a scientist, you’re not taking this very well.”
Danny lies there on his back, watches the room spin. Looks up into Jack’s eyes. “How did you know I was a scientist?”
“I’ve been watching the apartment for two days now. Been waiting for the snarfgrall to move. Can’t force them out if they’re not ready to go, it’d have destroyed the whole building. It would probably have stayed there even longer if you hadn’t come by when you did.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t thanking you,” Jack stands up, moves over to Flack. Gently feels Don’s ribs, hands light and slow, and Danny’s got a strange feeling deep down in his belly. “He’s going to be fine when he wakes up.”
“What did you do?”
“Bone regeneration shot. Takes a couple days for it to heal completely, but he’ll be able to breathe without much pain.”
“Thank you,” and the panic’s subsiding just that bit more. The room has stopped it’s slow spin, and Danny carefully sits up. Jack sits back down next to him, reaches up a hand. Gently moves Danny’s head from side to side, looks at Danny’s slightly unfocussed eyes. His touch tingles slightly against Danny’s skin.
“You’ll be okay, too.”
“Are you going to wipe my memory?”
Jack laughs, and it’s a deep, warm sound. “What?”
“Because I’ve seen that movie. With the pen thing. And the light.”
“I’m not going to wipe your memory, Danny.”
Oh. Right. “How did you know my name?”
“I told you, I’ve been watching the apartment.”
Danny looks past Jack, over at Don. Flack’s breathing deeply, evenly. Colour back in his face, and there’s that feeling in his belly again. “He likes watching me work.”
There’s that bright smile again. “You know, this is the first time I’ve been ignored in favour of an unconscious guy. Well, almost the first. There was that time on Roppa when…” Jack stops, stiffens, and looks towards the ruined front door, hanging at a crazy angle across the frame. “Never mind.” He stands, straightens, brushes dust from his hair. “Nice meeting you, Danny.”
“What’s going on?” Worried, and he watches as Jack takes a step back, places his hand on the dead thing on the floor.
“Your friends are coming. Need to get rid of this. Not a word, huh?”
“Who am I going to tell?”
But there’s a flash of bright blue, a sound like popping corn, and there’s an empty space in front of Danny. He blinks, shakes his head. Still the empty space, and behind it, Flack is moving his head slightly. Small groan, and Danny gets shakily to his feet, stumbles over to his side. Flack opens his eyes, stares muzzily at Danny.
“Hey,” and Danny gives him a small smile. “You okay?”
Flack nods, winces. Runs a hand across his ribs and coughs. Danny thinks about Jack, about those same bones being broken only a few minutes ago, and he reaches across, grabs Flack’s hand. “Don’t do that.”
“Hey!” There’s a shout from the doorway, and Mac is peering over the ruined door, pushing it away. “What did you two do?”
Danny shrugs, and looks down at Flack. He’ll think of something later. “Still think this is better than television?”
Flack grins, bright but not blinding, and lets out a small laugh. His fingers are still trapped between Danny’s, and neither of them lets go.
Right! Now I'm off to meet Miss Alex for the Prego//Murder By Death gig! \o/ omfgpregosquee!
Be back Sunday night. Am going to go invade penlo_deuph and sedgehog's married bliss for a few days. Eeeee! ♥