Hope (6/?)
Title: Hope (unfinished)
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG (for now ;D)
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood i think. Especially Children Of Earth.
Short Summary: a young girl, a long way from home, could be the answer to everything. If only they had the strength to hope.
Notes: to make up for the HUGE gap between part 4 and 5, I decided to ignore all the real work i have to do, and post 6 today (: VERY worried about this one... might get rewritten soon.. idk. Con-crit please?
Masterlist Here
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Doctor and Captain sat beside the alien child in companionable silence. Jack had recovered from the shock of the fully restored Hub, and now nursed a cup of tea while gazing down at the pretty little face, ignoring the daggers Gwen was giving him from the main Hub.
He could feel Martha watching him as well but, just this once, he was happy to pretend he hadn’t noticed. The child whimpered as the medical exam was conducted, thrashing about occasionally. Jack gripped her arms gently, holding her onto the table until she stilled, only the furrow in her brow showing her distress. He brushed a stray lock of vibrant hair from her forehead, and frowned slightly at the girl’s beautiful face. She looked familiar. Of course, he had lived an incredibly long life and, in that time, met countless people, from a whole host of species. He was probably imagining it.
The girl flinched as Martha took a blood sample. The doctor touched her hand and gently stroked her arm until she calmed again.
“Breathing and heart rate are normal,” She muttered, half to herself, half to Jack. She flashed a small smile at him, “She should be waking up soon.”
Jack smiled back at her, absent-mindedly stroking the girl’s soft pale skin and sipping at his tea.
It was then that Chris’ curiosity got the better of him and he wandered over to lean against the railings of the autopsy room.
‘Okay?’ He mouthed to Martha. She nodded quickly, before glancing at the entranced Captain and jogging up the stairs to stand beside the younger man.
“How are they?” He whispered, inclining his head towards the table. Martha shrugged.
“She’s okay, i guess. Just a few cuts and bruises. Possible concussion,” She sighed, “Jack on the other hand... I can’t even begin to guess how he’s holding up.”
“What’s his problem anyway?” Martha looked at him in confusion.
“Gwen never told you about him?” He grinned slightly
“Well, yeah. But I thought though I might get a second opinion. And there was some stuff that Gwen wouldn’t say.”
“His name is Captain Jack Harkness,” Martha began, wondering how on earth she could explain someone like Jack, “But that’s just the name he’s given us. He’s from the 51st century; the Boeshane Peninsula. He was a Time Agent, then a conman, and then he started travelling with the -”
“The Doctor. Yeah, I know all that,” Chris said impatiently, “But who is he? Unless he really is the heartless bastard Gwen made him out to be.”
Martha smiled softly, her eyes passing over Jack’s hunched figure as he whispered to the little girl, “No, he’s not. He’s one of the best friends I’ve ever made. He puts up the ‘I don’t care’ facade to stop people getting under his skin. He’s lived for so long. I’m not even sure how long now. He sees everyone he loves wither and die. Again and again. So it’s easier for him to not care.”
Chris was silent for a while, “That’s why he left, isn’t it. Left Torchwood to Gwen. Because he lost someone,”
“Yes,” Martha replied sadly, “More than one though; four. And in the space of only a few months. We replaced two of them,” Chris looked at her questioningly, “Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato. Resident doctor and technical genius,” She smiled, “But that was only the beginning. He probably could have lived through that. In the time he’s been here countless team members have been and gone. But it was what happened next that really broke him.”
“What happened?” Chris asked quietly.
“You’ve read most of the case files for the past few years, right?” He nodded, “It was the 456,”
Chris’s eyes widened in realisation, “Ianto Jones,” Martha nodded, “The video it- it was horrible.”
“You’ve seen it?” Chris nodded.
“Though, I wish I hadn’t. It was...” Words failed him.
“I know. And I’m guessing you know how Jack won.”
“He used a kid to bounce a signal back to them, right?”
“Not just ‘a kid’. It was Stephen Carter. Jack’s grandson.”
“Oh my god...” Chris was stunned, “How..?” But Martha could only shrug.
They were silent. It was then that they noticed Jack’s posture had changed. He had let go of the child’s hand, and his arms were now wrapped around himself. Martha and Chris looked at each other, then back at Jack. They could hear muffled sobs. Chris bit his lip.
“I think he heard us...”
Jack snorted humourlessly, “Every word,” He wiped his eyes and turned to them, “But it’s okay. I know you just can’t resist talking about me.” He grinned and winked at them.
“It’s the jaw line,” Martha grinned back.
“Once seen, never forgotten,” Jack replied, laughing. Martha laughed too, and Chris looked on bemused, but happy to see the other man cheerful.
Behind the laughing Captain, vibrant blue eyes snapped open.
* * * * * * *
Martha was down the stairs in a flash, coming to stand opposite Jack. They both looked down on the child. She was breathing hard, and her eyes flickered panicking-ly between their faces.
Suddenly Gwen and Chris were there around the table, peering at the girl too. She shifted uncomfortably under the gazes of the four adults, fidgeting on the hard table top. She looked terrified.
“Back up a bit,” Martha said quietly, not wanting to startle the girl, “Give her a bit of room.” The others obeyed, moving to stand against a wall, but still staring unabashedly at the girl. She struggled into a sitting position with Martha’s help, and gazed around the autopsy room. Martha looked over to the others, unsure.
Jack stepped forward. He exchanged a look with Martha, and she stepped back. He moved slowly, keeping eye contact with the girl. He had her full attention now.
He sat down on the edge of the table, and spoke softly to her in a strange language. The others could only pick one word out of it; ‘Jack’.
She smiled shyly at him and held out a delicate hand for him to shake. She said one word, in a beautiful, almost musical voice; “Becca.”
Jack smiled encouragingly at her and turned to the team, “Her name is Becca. You should introduce yourselves to her,”
Martha stepped forward first, offering her hand to Becca. She pointed to herself and said cleary, “Martha.”
Chris and Gwen followed her lead, each stepping up and telling Becca their names. She was silent for a while, looking them all up and down. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then took a deep breath.
“Are you humans?” She asked, in flawless English.
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Mwahaha. Cliffie ;P
Comments are love xx
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG (for now ;D)
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood i think. Especially Children Of Earth.
Short Summary: a young girl, a long way from home, could be the answer to everything. If only they had the strength to hope.
Notes: to make up for the HUGE gap between part 4 and 5, I decided to ignore all the real work i have to do, and post 6 today (: VERY worried about this one... might get rewritten soon.. idk. Con-crit please?
Masterlist Here
_____________________________________________________
Doctor and Captain sat beside the alien child in companionable silence. Jack had recovered from the shock of the fully restored Hub, and now nursed a cup of tea while gazing down at the pretty little face, ignoring the daggers Gwen was giving him from the main Hub.
He could feel Martha watching him as well but, just this once, he was happy to pretend he hadn’t noticed. The child whimpered as the medical exam was conducted, thrashing about occasionally. Jack gripped her arms gently, holding her onto the table until she stilled, only the furrow in her brow showing her distress. He brushed a stray lock of vibrant hair from her forehead, and frowned slightly at the girl’s beautiful face. She looked familiar. Of course, he had lived an incredibly long life and, in that time, met countless people, from a whole host of species. He was probably imagining it.
The girl flinched as Martha took a blood sample. The doctor touched her hand and gently stroked her arm until she calmed again.
“Breathing and heart rate are normal,” She muttered, half to herself, half to Jack. She flashed a small smile at him, “She should be waking up soon.”
Jack smiled back at her, absent-mindedly stroking the girl’s soft pale skin and sipping at his tea.
It was then that Chris’ curiosity got the better of him and he wandered over to lean against the railings of the autopsy room.
‘Okay?’ He mouthed to Martha. She nodded quickly, before glancing at the entranced Captain and jogging up the stairs to stand beside the younger man.
“How are they?” He whispered, inclining his head towards the table. Martha shrugged.
“She’s okay, i guess. Just a few cuts and bruises. Possible concussion,” She sighed, “Jack on the other hand... I can’t even begin to guess how he’s holding up.”
“What’s his problem anyway?” Martha looked at him in confusion.
“Gwen never told you about him?” He grinned slightly
“Well, yeah. But I thought though I might get a second opinion. And there was some stuff that Gwen wouldn’t say.”
“His name is Captain Jack Harkness,” Martha began, wondering how on earth she could explain someone like Jack, “But that’s just the name he’s given us. He’s from the 51st century; the Boeshane Peninsula. He was a Time Agent, then a conman, and then he started travelling with the -”
“The Doctor. Yeah, I know all that,” Chris said impatiently, “But who is he? Unless he really is the heartless bastard Gwen made him out to be.”
Martha smiled softly, her eyes passing over Jack’s hunched figure as he whispered to the little girl, “No, he’s not. He’s one of the best friends I’ve ever made. He puts up the ‘I don’t care’ facade to stop people getting under his skin. He’s lived for so long. I’m not even sure how long now. He sees everyone he loves wither and die. Again and again. So it’s easier for him to not care.”
Chris was silent for a while, “That’s why he left, isn’t it. Left Torchwood to Gwen. Because he lost someone,”
“Yes,” Martha replied sadly, “More than one though; four. And in the space of only a few months. We replaced two of them,” Chris looked at her questioningly, “Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato. Resident doctor and technical genius,” She smiled, “But that was only the beginning. He probably could have lived through that. In the time he’s been here countless team members have been and gone. But it was what happened next that really broke him.”
“What happened?” Chris asked quietly.
“You’ve read most of the case files for the past few years, right?” He nodded, “It was the 456,”
Chris’s eyes widened in realisation, “Ianto Jones,” Martha nodded, “The video it- it was horrible.”
“You’ve seen it?” Chris nodded.
“Though, I wish I hadn’t. It was...” Words failed him.
“I know. And I’m guessing you know how Jack won.”
“He used a kid to bounce a signal back to them, right?”
“Not just ‘a kid’. It was Stephen Carter. Jack’s grandson.”
“Oh my god...” Chris was stunned, “How..?” But Martha could only shrug.
They were silent. It was then that they noticed Jack’s posture had changed. He had let go of the child’s hand, and his arms were now wrapped around himself. Martha and Chris looked at each other, then back at Jack. They could hear muffled sobs. Chris bit his lip.
“I think he heard us...”
Jack snorted humourlessly, “Every word,” He wiped his eyes and turned to them, “But it’s okay. I know you just can’t resist talking about me.” He grinned and winked at them.
“It’s the jaw line,” Martha grinned back.
“Once seen, never forgotten,” Jack replied, laughing. Martha laughed too, and Chris looked on bemused, but happy to see the other man cheerful.
Behind the laughing Captain, vibrant blue eyes snapped open.
* * * * * * *
Martha was down the stairs in a flash, coming to stand opposite Jack. They both looked down on the child. She was breathing hard, and her eyes flickered panicking-ly between their faces.
Suddenly Gwen and Chris were there around the table, peering at the girl too. She shifted uncomfortably under the gazes of the four adults, fidgeting on the hard table top. She looked terrified.
“Back up a bit,” Martha said quietly, not wanting to startle the girl, “Give her a bit of room.” The others obeyed, moving to stand against a wall, but still staring unabashedly at the girl. She struggled into a sitting position with Martha’s help, and gazed around the autopsy room. Martha looked over to the others, unsure.
Jack stepped forward. He exchanged a look with Martha, and she stepped back. He moved slowly, keeping eye contact with the girl. He had her full attention now.
He sat down on the edge of the table, and spoke softly to her in a strange language. The others could only pick one word out of it; ‘Jack’.
She smiled shyly at him and held out a delicate hand for him to shake. She said one word, in a beautiful, almost musical voice; “Becca.”
Jack smiled encouragingly at her and turned to the team, “Her name is Becca. You should introduce yourselves to her,”
Martha stepped forward first, offering her hand to Becca. She pointed to herself and said cleary, “Martha.”
Chris and Gwen followed her lead, each stepping up and telling Becca their names. She was silent for a while, looking them all up and down. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then took a deep breath.
“Are you humans?” She asked, in flawless English.
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Mwahaha. Cliffie ;P
Comments are love xx