FIC: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly (14/?)
Name: Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Mickey, PC Andy/Libby(OC) and other OCs who I can’t name without spoilers for the fic! And one other pairing that will probably make you lot want to lynch me.
Summary: Latest story in the Magic and Mayhem series. Two months after the mysterious disappearances of Willow, Xander and Martha and the death of a member of the team, the gang are still reeling when someone unexpected appears from the TARDIS and darkness descends on the team when they find out about their friend...
Spoilers: Oh, everything from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the first six seasons of Buffy. Just ... everything, alright?
Chapter: Fourteen: Through the Wall.
Master List Can be Found Here.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Buffy or Angel or anything like that. So, yeah, just ... not mine. But I do own Libby! And I kinda own this completely cracked storyline that’s developing a life of its own and I’m becoming way too attached to.
Author’s Note: I apologise if this starts off a bit Buffy-centric. It’s necessary, I think. It’ll become more Janto-y in later chapters. Tosh (and Willow by association) also have a big part in this fic. But bear with me because this is the darkest most angsty thing I’ve ever written. And if you like certain pairings (Xander/Anya, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh) you’ll be yelling “FIX IT!” within a few chapters. Forgive me, it won’t be fixed that soon. And some won’t be fixed at all... [Jen - She’s not kidding ya know!]
Okay, I have no excuse for taking so long apart from the fact Children of Earth crushed me. I will be fixing canon in the next part, however. No doubt about that. Also? I've started writing this again so as long as I use my brain and remember to post, you should be getting more parts soon.
Also, since I posted this wrong... you get two chapters. K? Have fun, there's a link to the next part at the bottom of the chapter. Commenting on both is love. <3
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13
Chapter 14
Through The Wall
Monday December 23rd
15:17
“Hello? Torchwood? You don’t know me. I shouldn’t know you. But I do. My name is Annabel Green.”
The message played for the sixth time in ten minutes. The group were getting sick of Annabel’s voice now, but they were trying to work out what she was talking about. They could ask her in person, but Jack wouldn’t let them. He said they should leave her alone to calm down. Ianto and Xander agreed. Even Tosh did begrudgingly.
“I found this group. This Wicca group in Cardiff,” Annabel was saying. “Went there every week for months.”
“Can we track her movements back then? Find this Wicca group on CCTV and see if they were being watched?” Ianto asked.
“Good idea,” Jack said. “Tosh, do that.” Tosh nodded and ran off.
“It was right after these weird trucks started arriving at Mad Folks’ … we said that was odd. But no one wanted to go in there and find out what they were doing,” Annabel continued.
“I don’t get it,” Buffy said. “What’s Mad Folks’?”
Mickey scratched his stubble. “Weird people in the neighbourhood?”
“No,” Buffy said. “It’s not. It sounds … wrong.”
“You’re right,” Jack said. He ran across to the laptop on the table and loaded up a search engine, putting in ‘Mad Folks’ and hitting search.
“It’s a nickname,” he said.
“A nickname?” Buffy walked behind him, peering over his shoulder. “What for?” Her fingers traced the scar on her neck.
“A house. I don’t have the address. Wait. No. A building. It’s … Hmm …” Jack paused. “It’s a nickname the Wicca group had for a building near them. They said it was always guarded.”
“We need to find that group,” Mickey said.
“You’re right.”
“We could ask Annabel?” Xander suggested.
“We’re going to have to.”
Unknown Time and Date
The cell was dark and dingy with no windows. It smelt of piss and drugs and metal and rot and damp. It was cold and Willow was shivering in the corner, dressed only in a horrible white hospital gown.
Hospital. The word was used jokingly. It wasn’t a hospital.
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree … merry merry king of the bush is he …”
The voice was quiet. For a moment, Willow thought it was her own. But then she realised it was wrong. The voice was wrong. It couldn’t be hers. Not sounding like that.
“Hello?”
Her voice cracked, weakly. She hadn’t spoken for days. Weeks. Months. Years? She didn’t know. Time had lost meaning. “Hello?”
The singing stopped. “Who’s there?” the voice replied. Tiny. Fearful.
“My name’s Willow.” Willow crawled to the cold metal wall opposite, pinning herself against it, ear to the steel. “What’s yours?”
“Leisha,” the voice said. “Are you a prisoner too?”
“Yes,” Willow replied.
“How long have you been in here?”
“I don’t know,” she told her. “What about you?”
“Sixty-four feedings,” she said. “I mark it off on the floor.”
“How long is that?” Willow asked.
Leisha laughed. A cold, bitter sound. “I don’t know. I don’t know if we get fed often or not. Two meals a day? Three? One? I don’t know.”
Willow sighed.
“Why haven’t you called out to me before?” Leisha asked.
“I didn’t know you were there until you started singing,” Willow admitted. “Why didn’t you call out to me?”
Leisha was quiet for a moment. “You were screaming too loud to hear.”
15:34
“Annabel,” Tosh said, gently. “Who are these people who were trying to get to you?”
Annabel pointed at the man in black in the cell nearby. “Them.”
“We know that,” Tosh said, patiently. “But who are they? Military? Religious cult? Magic? What?”
Annabel looked at Angel, who was stood next to Owen. “He said you weren’t going to interrogate me today.”
“Our friend got taken by these people,” Buffy explained.
“She’s dead then,” Annabel told her.
Tosh held back a violent reaction. “Don’t say that,” she half-whimpered.
“I’m sorry, alright?” Annabel said. “But it’s true. Once the men in black take you; you never come back.”
“Willow will come back,” Xander said. “She’s strong.”
“Ada was strong. She was the strongest of all of us,” Annabel insisted. “She could break through a barrier of primal force that would make your hair stand on end to be within six miles of. She’s still dead though.”
“Willow’s alive,” Tosh said, quietly.
“How do you know?”
“She told me,” the witch explained. “She came to me in a dream.”
Annabel looked at her feet. “I see. She won’t be for long, though. Like I say; you don’t come back from this.”
“Annabel, do you know where they’re taken?”
“No,” she said. “All I know is it’s connected to Mad Folks’.”
“Where is that?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know. Ada never told me. I never thought to ask. They just talked about this building in Cardiff that all these men kept visiting. Said it creeped them out. Said it sort of smelt of death.”
Tosh stood up and walked out. Libby followed.
“Annabel, is there anything you can tell me that might help? Anything at all?”
Annabel turned on her. “I’ll tell you something,” she said. “No matter what happens. If you get your friend back she won’t be the same. She’ll be damaged. No one could go through whatever happens in that place … and come out the same mentally.”
Next: Chapter 15.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Mickey, PC Andy/Libby(OC) and other OCs who I can’t name without spoilers for the fic! And one other pairing that will probably make you lot want to lynch me.
Summary: Latest story in the Magic and Mayhem series. Two months after the mysterious disappearances of Willow, Xander and Martha and the death of a member of the team, the gang are still reeling when someone unexpected appears from the TARDIS and darkness descends on the team when they find out about their friend...
Spoilers: Oh, everything from Torchwood and Doctor Who and the first six seasons of Buffy. Just ... everything, alright?
Chapter: Fourteen: Through the Wall.
Master List Can be Found Here.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Buffy or Angel or anything like that. So, yeah, just ... not mine. But I do own Libby! And I kinda own this completely cracked storyline that’s developing a life of its own and I’m becoming way too attached to.
Author’s Note: I apologise if this starts off a bit Buffy-centric. It’s necessary, I think. It’ll become more Janto-y in later chapters. Tosh (and Willow by association) also have a big part in this fic. But bear with me because this is the darkest most angsty thing I’ve ever written. And if you like certain pairings (Xander/Anya, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh) you’ll be yelling “FIX IT!” within a few chapters. Forgive me, it won’t be fixed that soon. And some won’t be fixed at all... [Jen - She’s not kidding ya know!]
Okay, I have no excuse for taking so long apart from the fact Children of Earth crushed me. I will be fixing canon in the next part, however. No doubt about that. Also? I've started writing this again so as long as I use my brain and remember to post, you should be getting more parts soon.
Also, since I posted this wrong... you get two chapters. K? Have fun, there's a link to the next part at the bottom of the chapter. Commenting on both is love. <3
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.12 Ch.13
Chapter 14
Through The Wall
Monday December 23rd
15:17
“Hello? Torchwood? You don’t know me. I shouldn’t know you. But I do. My name is Annabel Green.”
The message played for the sixth time in ten minutes. The group were getting sick of Annabel’s voice now, but they were trying to work out what she was talking about. They could ask her in person, but Jack wouldn’t let them. He said they should leave her alone to calm down. Ianto and Xander agreed. Even Tosh did begrudgingly.
“I found this group. This Wicca group in Cardiff,” Annabel was saying. “Went there every week for months.”
“Can we track her movements back then? Find this Wicca group on CCTV and see if they were being watched?” Ianto asked.
“Good idea,” Jack said. “Tosh, do that.” Tosh nodded and ran off.
“It was right after these weird trucks started arriving at Mad Folks’ … we said that was odd. But no one wanted to go in there and find out what they were doing,” Annabel continued.
“I don’t get it,” Buffy said. “What’s Mad Folks’?”
Mickey scratched his stubble. “Weird people in the neighbourhood?”
“No,” Buffy said. “It’s not. It sounds … wrong.”
“You’re right,” Jack said. He ran across to the laptop on the table and loaded up a search engine, putting in ‘Mad Folks’ and hitting search.
“It’s a nickname,” he said.
“A nickname?” Buffy walked behind him, peering over his shoulder. “What for?” Her fingers traced the scar on her neck.
“A house. I don’t have the address. Wait. No. A building. It’s … Hmm …” Jack paused. “It’s a nickname the Wicca group had for a building near them. They said it was always guarded.”
“We need to find that group,” Mickey said.
“You’re right.”
“We could ask Annabel?” Xander suggested.
“We’re going to have to.”
Unknown Time and Date
The cell was dark and dingy with no windows. It smelt of piss and drugs and metal and rot and damp. It was cold and Willow was shivering in the corner, dressed only in a horrible white hospital gown.
Hospital. The word was used jokingly. It wasn’t a hospital.
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree … merry merry king of the bush is he …”
The voice was quiet. For a moment, Willow thought it was her own. But then she realised it was wrong. The voice was wrong. It couldn’t be hers. Not sounding like that.
“Hello?”
Her voice cracked, weakly. She hadn’t spoken for days. Weeks. Months. Years? She didn’t know. Time had lost meaning. “Hello?”
The singing stopped. “Who’s there?” the voice replied. Tiny. Fearful.
“My name’s Willow.” Willow crawled to the cold metal wall opposite, pinning herself against it, ear to the steel. “What’s yours?”
“Leisha,” the voice said. “Are you a prisoner too?”
“Yes,” Willow replied.
“How long have you been in here?”
“I don’t know,” she told her. “What about you?”
“Sixty-four feedings,” she said. “I mark it off on the floor.”
“How long is that?” Willow asked.
Leisha laughed. A cold, bitter sound. “I don’t know. I don’t know if we get fed often or not. Two meals a day? Three? One? I don’t know.”
Willow sighed.
“Why haven’t you called out to me before?” Leisha asked.
“I didn’t know you were there until you started singing,” Willow admitted. “Why didn’t you call out to me?”
Leisha was quiet for a moment. “You were screaming too loud to hear.”
15:34
“Annabel,” Tosh said, gently. “Who are these people who were trying to get to you?”
Annabel pointed at the man in black in the cell nearby. “Them.”
“We know that,” Tosh said, patiently. “But who are they? Military? Religious cult? Magic? What?”
Annabel looked at Angel, who was stood next to Owen. “He said you weren’t going to interrogate me today.”
“Our friend got taken by these people,” Buffy explained.
“She’s dead then,” Annabel told her.
Tosh held back a violent reaction. “Don’t say that,” she half-whimpered.
“I’m sorry, alright?” Annabel said. “But it’s true. Once the men in black take you; you never come back.”
“Willow will come back,” Xander said. “She’s strong.”
“Ada was strong. She was the strongest of all of us,” Annabel insisted. “She could break through a barrier of primal force that would make your hair stand on end to be within six miles of. She’s still dead though.”
“Willow’s alive,” Tosh said, quietly.
“How do you know?”
“She told me,” the witch explained. “She came to me in a dream.”
Annabel looked at her feet. “I see. She won’t be for long, though. Like I say; you don’t come back from this.”
“Annabel, do you know where they’re taken?”
“No,” she said. “All I know is it’s connected to Mad Folks’.”
“Where is that?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know. Ada never told me. I never thought to ask. They just talked about this building in Cardiff that all these men kept visiting. Said it creeped them out. Said it sort of smelt of death.”
Tosh stood up and walked out. Libby followed.
“Annabel, is there anything you can tell me that might help? Anything at all?”
Annabel turned on her. “I’ll tell you something,” she said. “No matter what happens. If you get your friend back she won’t be the same. She’ll be damaged. No one could go through whatever happens in that place … and come out the same mentally.”
Next: Chapter 15.