A favour to Ask TW/SPN crossover
Title: A favour to ask
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Sam/Dean (In later parts, maybe)
Rating/Warning: At the moment, I'd say a little PG.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are going on holiday, beforehand Jack gets a call from Sam and Dean Winchester, they need help with some things...
Author's Notes: This is my first shot at a crossover fic so if it's not that good, that's why. Wrote for
oc_pixie
she gave me the idea. Happy birthday as well!!!!!!!!!!! This is set after "Ianto needed an operation" sorry for any confusion this may have caused.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood or supernatural there wouldn't be a long wait in between series, and it would definitely be put on later than 9:00. So, yeah no profit made out of this.
Beta: No, I need to find one...
Jack was dwelling on whether Ianto should have been allowed back to work so soon after he was released from hospital. Dr. Gareth said that he was well enough to, but somehow Jack couldn’t see it. The internal bleeding had cleared up, and he could walk, in Ianto’s mind that is all he needed to get back to work.
Walking in on that Wednesday morning felt weird. Being off for so long meant that he had to re-adjust to life at the hub.
“Hey sweetheart, want a coffee?” Gwen asked, hugging him. Ianto was taken aback.
“I’m fine thanks, I don’t want anything, and I can’t have caffeine.”
“How can you live without the good stuff Ianto?” Owen asked he even went to give Ianto a hug.
“I’m…it’s capable to live without caffeine. Don’t ever go to hug me ever again please.”
“Sorry, so what’s this I’ve heard? You’re going to America? With Jack, I really think you should be resting more.”
“I am going away with Jack. Maybe not America, but I am going away with him. What’s it to you if I rest or not? And another thing, don’t go through my med records in the hospital ever again.”
“Sorry. Want a doughnut? There’s a load since the girls are trying to lose weight, because they are so fat and Jack’s sweet tooth has failed since you went into hospital.” Ianto laughed at the last remark, having actually missed Owen’s sense of humour, and the fact that Ianto didn’t realise that what he said could have been potentially dirty. “Oh, no I didn’t mean like that, honest. I meant that he’d been so wound up about looking after you that he stopped eating junk and actually ate proper food.”
“I know you didn’t mean it like that Owen. I was just joking about with you. And he’s eating healthy food. How on earth did that happen?”
“You know, if you told him to eat healthier he would.”
“Tried it.”
“Have you tried telling him,” Owen put on a very bad welsh accent. “’if you don’t eat healthier, you won’t be able to touch this magnificent body.’ Have you tried that?”
“Yeah, and I don’t sound like that. He just told me that he’d come onto you instead.” Ianto chuckled, and Owen’s face dropped.
“You are kidding?” Ianto’s rolled his eyes. “You are then. Thank god, I couldn’t bare him touching me, and using me as a sex slave.”
“I don’t use Ianto as a sex slave Owen.” Jack’s voice boomed from behind them both, was still smiling.
“No, he’s right. I use him as a sex slave.”
“That’s so not funny Yan.” Jack said walking over to Ianto. “You okay?”
“Next person that asks me if I’m okay I’ll shoot in the shoulder.”
“Yeah right. You’re a crap shot.”
“Want a replay of what happened earlier this year?”
“All right, so you can shoot, I have a scar from you.”
“I’m not kidding, my gun’s in my waistband.”
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“So, how was your first day back at work?” Jack asked, as Ianto came into the bedroom in his boxers.
“Apart from the petting from everyone, it was okay.” Jack called him into bed so he climbed in.
“That’s good. You decided where you wanted to go yet?”
“No, not yet. I thought maybe going to America; maybe take a trip round different states?”
“Sounds good to me, how about we go to some states with history.”
“What sort of history?”
“Oh, you know. Haunted history; stuff that you don’t see everyday.”
“Yeah, cause what we see everyday is normal.”
“Well… you know what I mean.” Ianto nodded into Jack’s shoulder as they cuddled up together. As Ianto yawned, Jack realised that he still needed quite a bit of sleep. “Night Yan, get some rest.” Ianto nuzzled his head into Jack’s shoulder, and Jack kissed the crown of his head.
“Night Jack. Love you.” Jack felt Ianto’s breathing steady a bit. He sighed with the content-ness of the young man beside him.
He had never slept a full night, not even with Ianto, but finally he may have that satisfaction.
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Sam opened up the door to their motel room, exhausted by the wild goose chase they had earlier.
“Sammy, what sort of vampire does not die with a silver bullet to the heart?”
“I don’t know. Dude, are you sure that it was even a vampire?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Did you see its fangs? Did you see the scar we impaled on it last time? Yes. That was definitely a vampire, not a shape shifter. Shape shifters do not…”
“…take on scars that the other person has recently got. I know Dean. Is there anything in Dad’s journal?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Have a look; I chucked it on your bed on the way out.”
“Oh, don’t bother yourself by looking yourself yeah? What should I look for?”
“Something. Anything to do with stuff that looks like vampires. Lores, you know the usual stuff that you look for in his journal.”
“Okay, I doubt that I’ll find anything though.” Sam started to flick through the journal. The stuff that he had read so many times came through. Ever since he was young he could remember flicking through to find out more of the stuff that his dad did.
Sam came to a page that he hadn’t actually seen before. It said: Captain Jack Harkness. If you can’t explain it, he will. Phone him if you ever need help: 07257395381
“Dean, check this out. Has dad ever mentioned a Captain Jack Harkness to you?” Dean shook his head. “Why Sam? Something about him in there?” Sam nodded his head, and chucked the journal over to dean. “What area code is it?”
“England.”
“Awesome! Will he have one of them cool accents, like James Bond?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Give him a call Sam.”
“Why don’t you for once?”
“It’s an international call, I can’t. Sorry.”
“Fine.” Dean handed it back to him as Sam pulled out his phone and made the call.
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Jack had just started to drift off to sleep, when he heard the phone vibrate on the bedside table. He groaned, thinking to himself if it was Gwen or Owen he would shoot them.
“Hello. Is that Captain Jack Harkness, sir?” Jack groaned, and mumbled.
“Uhuh, let me just wake up.”
“Sorry, Captain sir. Do you want me to call back later on? I forgot about the time difference.”
“No, no. That’s okay, I’m awake now.”
“Okay, sorry for waking you.”
“That’s quite alright. Now, who are you?”
“Err… well, sir you did some hunting with our dad once we were told.”
“Hunting? I did a bit in my day. With a few Americans. Who is this anyway?”
“Well… you did some hunting with our father, but I’m not sure how he addressed himself to you.”
“Who’s your father?” Jack was starting to get a little pissed off, Ianto was starting to stir.
“John Winchester.” Jack was interested now.
“John! Oh yeah, you must be his sons. Sammy or Dean? How is he now?” There was silence on the other side of the line.
“He’s… err… deceased sir.” Jack’s body fell numb, to him John was invincible.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Mmm…So, how did you know our father?” Jack was hesitant; John had always said if he met his sons when they were older, he’d have to lie to them. If he did tell them the truth, it would have been almost a lie anyway, that he fell in love with John and they had been lovers. John had seen him die so many times, he’d died for John.
“Well… he saved my life a couple of times; I was quite an inexperienced hunter.” Ianto was stirring more now, Jack knew he’d be in the midst of waking up and would be able to hear some of the conversation. He rubbed his back; Ianto was still cuddled up as he was when they fell asleep. “So, what son are you, and what do you need help with?”
“I’m Sam sir. And it’s a problem… with some vampires.” Jack nodded, knowing they couldn’t see him.
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As the alarm went off in the morning, Ianto knocked it off the side. “I’m sleeping.” He shouted to the alarm that was still playing.
“You know, you’ve already snoozed that twice.” Jack chuckled into Ianto’s ear, making him squirm. He had a frown on his face.
“No, up.”
“I don’t want to.” He was trying to hold back a smile, that wasn’t going too well. “Come on. Breakfast.” Ianto pushed Jack out of the bed, and he landed on his back. Ianto didn’t know he had fallen out, but hearing the bang and the “Ouch, fuck Ianto!” Made him laugh. “You okay Jack?” Ianto couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m fine. My back hurts now.” Jack got up and chucked a pillow at Ianto.
“Sorry, I never knew my push was that hard?”
“You can come and kiss me better.” Ianto raised his eyebrows, and got out of bed.
“So. Where. Does. It. Hurt?” Speaking in between the kisses.
“All over.”Jack pushed his head back so it was resting on Ianto’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jack hummed in agreement. Ianto’s left hand moved itself round Jack’s stomach, and down in to the waistband of his boxers. “Even there?” Jack nodded. Ianto rubbed the spot under his hand, after a minute or so retracting it.
“Come on Yan, don’t be a spoilsport!”
“Get ready. I’m taking the day off. And you are coming with me.”
“Oh yeah? To where?”
“Travel agents.”
“Oh about that, we’re going to Ohio.”
“Ohio?”
“Yes Ianto, Ohio. It’s in America.”
“I know where it is. Why are we going there?”
“Well… that’s where we are going to start off; I have kind of acquired a job there.”
“A job? Is that what the phone call was about?” Jack turned to face Ianto.
“Yeah, an old friend of mine’s sons phoned me up to ask for a favour, and I need to help them out.”
“What do you mean. What sort of job?”
“Something to do with vampires that aren’t vampires that can’t be killed with a silver bullet to the head.”
“Slow down hot cakes. One, vampires exist? And two, you’re are Van Helsing?”
“I like it when you call me hotcakes, and yeah vampires exist, but I’m not Van Helsing.”
“Buffy in disguise then?”
“No, come on. Lets book it.”
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Part two will be here shortly.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Sam/Dean (In later parts, maybe)
Rating/Warning: At the moment, I'd say a little PG.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are going on holiday, beforehand Jack gets a call from Sam and Dean Winchester, they need help with some things...
Author's Notes: This is my first shot at a crossover fic so if it's not that good, that's why. Wrote for
oc_pixie
she gave me the idea. Happy birthday as well!!!!!!!!!!! This is set after "Ianto needed an operation" sorry for any confusion this may have caused.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood or supernatural there wouldn't be a long wait in between series, and it would definitely be put on later than 9:00. So, yeah no profit made out of this.
Beta: No, I need to find one...
Jack was dwelling on whether Ianto should have been allowed back to work so soon after he was released from hospital. Dr. Gareth said that he was well enough to, but somehow Jack couldn’t see it. The internal bleeding had cleared up, and he could walk, in Ianto’s mind that is all he needed to get back to work.
Walking in on that Wednesday morning felt weird. Being off for so long meant that he had to re-adjust to life at the hub.
“Hey sweetheart, want a coffee?” Gwen asked, hugging him. Ianto was taken aback.
“I’m fine thanks, I don’t want anything, and I can’t have caffeine.”
“How can you live without the good stuff Ianto?” Owen asked he even went to give Ianto a hug.
“I’m…it’s capable to live without caffeine. Don’t ever go to hug me ever again please.”
“Sorry, so what’s this I’ve heard? You’re going to America? With Jack, I really think you should be resting more.”
“I am going away with Jack. Maybe not America, but I am going away with him. What’s it to you if I rest or not? And another thing, don’t go through my med records in the hospital ever again.”
“Sorry. Want a doughnut? There’s a load since the girls are trying to lose weight, because they are so fat and Jack’s sweet tooth has failed since you went into hospital.” Ianto laughed at the last remark, having actually missed Owen’s sense of humour, and the fact that Ianto didn’t realise that what he said could have been potentially dirty. “Oh, no I didn’t mean like that, honest. I meant that he’d been so wound up about looking after you that he stopped eating junk and actually ate proper food.”
“I know you didn’t mean it like that Owen. I was just joking about with you. And he’s eating healthy food. How on earth did that happen?”
“You know, if you told him to eat healthier he would.”
“Tried it.”
“Have you tried telling him,” Owen put on a very bad welsh accent. “’if you don’t eat healthier, you won’t be able to touch this magnificent body.’ Have you tried that?”
“Yeah, and I don’t sound like that. He just told me that he’d come onto you instead.” Ianto chuckled, and Owen’s face dropped.
“You are kidding?” Ianto’s rolled his eyes. “You are then. Thank god, I couldn’t bare him touching me, and using me as a sex slave.”
“I don’t use Ianto as a sex slave Owen.” Jack’s voice boomed from behind them both, was still smiling.
“No, he’s right. I use him as a sex slave.”
“That’s so not funny Yan.” Jack said walking over to Ianto. “You okay?”
“Next person that asks me if I’m okay I’ll shoot in the shoulder.”
“Yeah right. You’re a crap shot.”
“Want a replay of what happened earlier this year?”
“All right, so you can shoot, I have a scar from you.”
“I’m not kidding, my gun’s in my waistband.”
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“So, how was your first day back at work?” Jack asked, as Ianto came into the bedroom in his boxers.
“Apart from the petting from everyone, it was okay.” Jack called him into bed so he climbed in.
“That’s good. You decided where you wanted to go yet?”
“No, not yet. I thought maybe going to America; maybe take a trip round different states?”
“Sounds good to me, how about we go to some states with history.”
“What sort of history?”
“Oh, you know. Haunted history; stuff that you don’t see everyday.”
“Yeah, cause what we see everyday is normal.”
“Well… you know what I mean.” Ianto nodded into Jack’s shoulder as they cuddled up together. As Ianto yawned, Jack realised that he still needed quite a bit of sleep. “Night Yan, get some rest.” Ianto nuzzled his head into Jack’s shoulder, and Jack kissed the crown of his head.
“Night Jack. Love you.” Jack felt Ianto’s breathing steady a bit. He sighed with the content-ness of the young man beside him.
He had never slept a full night, not even with Ianto, but finally he may have that satisfaction.
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Sam opened up the door to their motel room, exhausted by the wild goose chase they had earlier.
“Sammy, what sort of vampire does not die with a silver bullet to the heart?”
“I don’t know. Dude, are you sure that it was even a vampire?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Did you see its fangs? Did you see the scar we impaled on it last time? Yes. That was definitely a vampire, not a shape shifter. Shape shifters do not…”
“…take on scars that the other person has recently got. I know Dean. Is there anything in Dad’s journal?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Have a look; I chucked it on your bed on the way out.”
“Oh, don’t bother yourself by looking yourself yeah? What should I look for?”
“Something. Anything to do with stuff that looks like vampires. Lores, you know the usual stuff that you look for in his journal.”
“Okay, I doubt that I’ll find anything though.” Sam started to flick through the journal. The stuff that he had read so many times came through. Ever since he was young he could remember flicking through to find out more of the stuff that his dad did.
Sam came to a page that he hadn’t actually seen before. It said: Captain Jack Harkness. If you can’t explain it, he will. Phone him if you ever need help: 07257395381
“Dean, check this out. Has dad ever mentioned a Captain Jack Harkness to you?” Dean shook his head. “Why Sam? Something about him in there?” Sam nodded his head, and chucked the journal over to dean. “What area code is it?”
“England.”
“Awesome! Will he have one of them cool accents, like James Bond?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Give him a call Sam.”
“Why don’t you for once?”
“It’s an international call, I can’t. Sorry.”
“Fine.” Dean handed it back to him as Sam pulled out his phone and made the call.
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Jack had just started to drift off to sleep, when he heard the phone vibrate on the bedside table. He groaned, thinking to himself if it was Gwen or Owen he would shoot them.
“Hello. Is that Captain Jack Harkness, sir?” Jack groaned, and mumbled.
“Uhuh, let me just wake up.”
“Sorry, Captain sir. Do you want me to call back later on? I forgot about the time difference.”
“No, no. That’s okay, I’m awake now.”
“Okay, sorry for waking you.”
“That’s quite alright. Now, who are you?”
“Err… well, sir you did some hunting with our dad once we were told.”
“Hunting? I did a bit in my day. With a few Americans. Who is this anyway?”
“Well… you did some hunting with our father, but I’m not sure how he addressed himself to you.”
“Who’s your father?” Jack was starting to get a little pissed off, Ianto was starting to stir.
“John Winchester.” Jack was interested now.
“John! Oh yeah, you must be his sons. Sammy or Dean? How is he now?” There was silence on the other side of the line.
“He’s… err… deceased sir.” Jack’s body fell numb, to him John was invincible.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Mmm…So, how did you know our father?” Jack was hesitant; John had always said if he met his sons when they were older, he’d have to lie to them. If he did tell them the truth, it would have been almost a lie anyway, that he fell in love with John and they had been lovers. John had seen him die so many times, he’d died for John.
“Well… he saved my life a couple of times; I was quite an inexperienced hunter.” Ianto was stirring more now, Jack knew he’d be in the midst of waking up and would be able to hear some of the conversation. He rubbed his back; Ianto was still cuddled up as he was when they fell asleep. “So, what son are you, and what do you need help with?”
“I’m Sam sir. And it’s a problem… with some vampires.” Jack nodded, knowing they couldn’t see him.
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As the alarm went off in the morning, Ianto knocked it off the side. “I’m sleeping.” He shouted to the alarm that was still playing.
“You know, you’ve already snoozed that twice.” Jack chuckled into Ianto’s ear, making him squirm. He had a frown on his face.
“No, up.”
“I don’t want to.” He was trying to hold back a smile, that wasn’t going too well. “Come on. Breakfast.” Ianto pushed Jack out of the bed, and he landed on his back. Ianto didn’t know he had fallen out, but hearing the bang and the “Ouch, fuck Ianto!” Made him laugh. “You okay Jack?” Ianto couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m fine. My back hurts now.” Jack got up and chucked a pillow at Ianto.
“Sorry, I never knew my push was that hard?”
“You can come and kiss me better.” Ianto raised his eyebrows, and got out of bed.
“So. Where. Does. It. Hurt?” Speaking in between the kisses.
“All over.”Jack pushed his head back so it was resting on Ianto’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jack hummed in agreement. Ianto’s left hand moved itself round Jack’s stomach, and down in to the waistband of his boxers. “Even there?” Jack nodded. Ianto rubbed the spot under his hand, after a minute or so retracting it.
“Come on Yan, don’t be a spoilsport!”
“Get ready. I’m taking the day off. And you are coming with me.”
“Oh yeah? To where?”
“Travel agents.”
“Oh about that, we’re going to Ohio.”
“Ohio?”
“Yes Ianto, Ohio. It’s in America.”
“I know where it is. Why are we going there?”
“Well… that’s where we are going to start off; I have kind of acquired a job there.”
“A job? Is that what the phone call was about?” Jack turned to face Ianto.
“Yeah, an old friend of mine’s sons phoned me up to ask for a favour, and I need to help them out.”
“What do you mean. What sort of job?”
“Something to do with vampires that aren’t vampires that can’t be killed with a silver bullet to the head.”
“Slow down hot cakes. One, vampires exist? And two, you’re are Van Helsing?”
“I like it when you call me hotcakes, and yeah vampires exist, but I’m not Van Helsing.”
“Buffy in disguise then?”
“No, come on. Lets book it.”
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Part two will be here shortly.