Dollhouse Stories: The Visit pt. V
EDIT: As you might have heard, I've been having real issues with LJ's coding. As always, if you see anything wrong with this post please let me know.
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Title: Dollhouse Stories: The Visit pt. V
Creator: woodencoyote
Pairings: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (admits to the existance of sex)
Genre: Humor, parody
Disclaimer: I own only the dolls
Summary: I finally, after I long and frustrating delay that was partially my own fault, have the last chapter ready. Big thanks to sueworld2003 for helping me with the last picture - my special effects are actual special effects this time!
Dedicated to gnobdy for their very kind words of support, andsueworld2003 for answering the call (and then waiting patiently for several days for another).
( When we last left our story... )
It's been a while since Jack went into the living room, alone, in a bid to disarm John. Now, the sounds of a brawl are reaching Ianto's ears.
Unable to hold back any longer, Ianto bursts into the room, guns blazing. He does find a physical confrontation, but less the one he was expecting and more the one he should have expected.
Naturally, Jack's solution to most problem is to be a big ol' tart. Of course, he'd argue that the only position where he could have grabbed the guns was sitting in John's lap. And inorder to get there, he has to establish a certain level of trust. Everything that happens in the process is just -
Before Jack can wax lyrical about his technique, a shove from John sends him flat on his back faster than... well, than he would have been if Ianto hadn't interrupted.
John's out the door before Jack hits the carpet, with Ianto in hot pursuit. Jack decides to lay on the floor a bit longer, having suffered another bump on the head as well as a bruised ego.
As mentioned before, there are serious benefits to checking out your surroundings. Too attent to his following, John fails to notice his proceeding and sprints directly into the business end of River Song's anti-burgler spanner.
Within moments, John is subdued and securely bound to the rocker with River's taffetta escape rope. Normally, this would be just the start to a perfect day, however he suspects as suggestions he makes to that effect won't go over with his captors. Well, Jack could be up for it, and if he can get Jack than Eye-candy might come along - and that dangerous bird is probably up for anything if you let her have her way (not a problem, as John's always been the conciderate type...)
The question (setting aside John's fantasies for the moment) is what to do with their uninvited houseguest. Hart folds like an umbrella at the first sign of interrogation, happily admitting that none of it - the break in, the ranksacking, knocking Jack out - was even close to his idea. In fact, he's probably as much a victim as they are, just the muscle being strung along, kept in the dark to the real plan and so forth - until his captors can barely stand to hear another word. It's ok when they ask who the brains of the opperation is that John suddenly clamps up.
The question is soon answered for them when a sudden angry scream echoes down from the roof. It's followed by the sort of almighty clatter that suggests nothing good.
Ianto, River and Jack are sprinting up the stairs in an instant, leaving John still bound to the rocker with only Xtrappy and Brannigan for security.
Outside, David, David and Space David are already scampering up the columns to the roof like a trio of pressure-suited squirrels.
Up above, the Master is learning the same hard lesson John did, with the additional recommendation against parking your vehicle next to a pterodactyl's nest. Myfanwy, already distressed at seeing strange people ransacking the house, is only further enraged to find one of them crawling around near her eggs and her Panda.
The only thing preventing her from fulfilling her duties as guard pterosaur was her lack of thumbs with while to open the window and acost the Master as he rumaged through Doctor Bride's drawers. Now that he's helpfully climbed up into her territory, she wastes no time in laying into him.
By the time David and Space David alight upon the shingles, the Master is long gone. There's nothing they can do but sit back and watch him become a distant, pterosaur-abducted speck in the sky...
John, of course, is gone too, having made his own exit during all the fuss. Cats really don't make quality guards, no matter how good they are at sitting for a long time and glaring at people.
The adventure over, there's nothing left to do but clean up. David and Space David scrape up the remains of the ruined party downstairs.
Upstairs, Ianto takes Jack aside to examine his head injury, and make sure it hasn't caused any lasting damage.
Doctor Bride checks the bedrooms throughly, sifting through the trail of debris left in the Master's wake. He doesn't seem to notice anything missing.
It's a shame then that John escaped. If he hadn't, they could have pumped him for information (no, not that way.) Of course, no matter what question they asked, they would have gotten the same answer: he's just the henchman, the muscle, not privy to the evil plan. As for what the Master was looking for, what was so important it was worth breaking into the house...
John doesn't know the first thing about it.
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Bonus pictures!
One of my favorite things to do while setting up scenes is to take the cats and arrange them in the background of scenes. There's between 7-12 (I think) so you can usually find them somewhere in many of the pictures.
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So that's it for this story. I'd like to thank everyone for their support and great comments. More adventures are to come as soon as I get myself organized, so Stay Tuned!