FIC: Vampires, Demons and Torchwood, Oh my! (21a/?)
Name: Vampires, Demons and Torchwood, Oh my!
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, some minor OCs, the Doctor, Donna.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem at the Rift. The Scoobie gang, now fully integrated into the Torchwood group and settled in to their new lives, discover there’s more coming through the rift than the odd demon and alien. This story is set post Exit Wounds, so there are minor spoilers. However, I have major problems with Exit Wounds and, as such, only some of the storyline happened (same goes for Reset which, although it happened, did not end like it did in the series in my head. Dead Man Walking and A Day in the Death DID NOT HAPPEN. I’m in my happy place now ...). Episodes like Adrift, Something Borrowed and Out of the Rain did happen, though (Like I said before: happy place) and may be referred to or even flash-backed to from time to time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or Buffy the Vampire Slayer … I do however own the cracked story idea - and proud of it, thankyouverymuch! I don’t own the title of this story either, however, that was thought up by the wonderful ickle18(I say wonderful because anyone who can come up with this title must be), the daughter of missthingsplace THANK YOU!
My other stories and links to the chapters of Magic and Mayhem (and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood) can be found here, at my master list.
I'm amazed with myself. I'm still managing (sort of) a chapter a day.
Part B tomorrow, probably.
Thanks to skullgirl013 for beta'ing :)
Previous chapters: Ch.1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11a Ch.11b Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Interlude #1 Ch.16a Ch.16b Ch.17a Ch.17b Ch.18a Ch.18b Ch.19a Ch.19b Ch.19c Ch.20a Ch.20b Ch.20c
Chapter 21a: Team Building Excercises.
Sunday 24th August
13:03
“Does this count as a team-building exercise?” Buffy enquired, as she bit into a sandwich.
“I think orgies are much better as team-building exercises, personally,” Jack said, eating his own, “but this will do.”
Buffy stared at him.
“He’s joking,” Ianto clarified. He looked round at him. “You are joking, right?”
“I used to work with these two women; both bisexual and totally into each other, and me. They didn't half throw a party.” Jack exhaled sharply. “You people think the Victorians were sexually repressed, but they really weren't. Beneath those layers of skirts and corsets there's still a willing...”
“Thank you, Jack!” half the team said in unison.
Jack started laughing, soon joined by the rest.
Most of the team, excluding Spike, Angel, Faith, who couldn’t be bothered and Martha and Anya, who were off trying to find the zombie-controlling vampire responsible for the wreckage of the tourist office, were sat on said wreckage eating lunch. Some of the ruins had been dealt with in the past six hours of cleaning and tidying, but most was still left to do.
Plus they still had to rebuild, and find a way of hiding the entrance to Torchwood from prying eyes. Most of which were watching them as they worked and ate.
“You really knew Victorian bisexuals?” Willow enquired.
“Yep. They kidnapped and killed me.”
“Who hasn’t?” Tosh asked, with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes. “I meant multiple times. They were trying to work out why I couldn’t die. I told them to join the club.”
No one noticed, or if they did they didn’t think anything of it, as Ianto reached across, subtly, and wrapped his fingers around Jack’s hand, squeezing gently with a small smile, which Jack reciprocated.
“What’s this?” Gwen asked from across the room, where she was sat on the floor next to Owen, neither of them capable of standing for long periods just yet, going through what files they could find. She was holding up a file labelled ‘Gwen Cooper’s Phone Conversations’.
Jack flinched visibly.
“You were recording my conversations?” Gwen hissed.
“Only for the first month you were part of Torchwood!” Jack exclaimed, then said, in a rush, “... and the first month after Rhys found out.”
Gwen’s face grew stormy and she dragged herself to her feet, ignoring the sharp pain in her thigh. She walked towards the entrance to the hub and paused by Jack, throwing the file at his head, saying, “Deal with your own bloody tourist office,” and stomping out.
Jack groaned and touched his now bruised head. “She gets worse,” he moaned.
“You can say that again,” Ianto replied.
“She gets worse.”
Ianto poked his bruise.
“Oww!”
14:57
“Is this the place?” Martha enquired, pulling the SUV to a halt.
“Yes,” Spike’s voice said through her earpiece. “There should be some sort of cellar or bunker or something that keeps in the sunlight within two hundred meters of your location.”
Martha opened the door of the SUV and quickly got out, followed by Anya the other side. She stood, for a moment, shielding her eyes against the sun as she scanned the horizon. “I hate to say this, Spike, but you’re wrong.”
“Eh?”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no buildings or anything. Just grass. Hell, there’s only one tree!”
“Try underground. There might be something hidden.”
Martha sighed. “Have you seen how much ground there is to check?”
“If I had I’d be dusty,” Spike retorted.
“Point taken,” Martha said. “Can you direct us at all?”
“I’ll check the map,” he replied.
“Well, this’ll be fun,” Anya said, sarcastically, pulling out one of Tosh’s scanners. “If we have to check every blade of grass ...”
“We won’t have to check every blade of grass,” Martha said.
“Sorry,” Spike said. “I’m afraid you’ll have to check every blade of grass for the underground bunker in which the vampire is hiding.”
Anya glared at Martha, who sent her a sheepish grin.
15:13
“You look like hell, love,” Spike said, as Buffy wandered into the hub, dust coating her clothes and hair. She walked straight across to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to go home,” she said, quietly, as he put his arms around her and held her close.
“Maybe Jack will let us have the rest of the day off?” Spike suggested.
She shook her head. “I don't mean to our flat,” she said. “I mean home.”
Spike kissed her hair. “I thought you were settled here now?”
“I was. I am,” she said, blinking tears. “But I just miss home sometimes. I miss Dawn and Giles. God, I miss Giles so much.”
He held her closer. “I know, pet.”
“He’d know what to do to get home ... and how to deal with zombies and an excessive population of demons.” She snuggled closer into his shoulder, her nose rubbing against his neck, eyes tight shut. “And I wanted to see Dawn grow up, fall in love, start a family ... do the things I can never do...” she felt Spike stiffen slightly, but he relaxed again when she said, “...and don't want to do anymore.”
Spike pushed her back slightly and wiped her tears with his thumb, tenderly. “Would you believe me if I said I missed the niblet, too?”
“You call her sister ‘niblet’?” Angel enquired, as he approached from nearby. “And she lets you?”
Spike glared at him. “Private moment, here, Peaches,” he snapped, taking Buffy by the arm gently and saying to Angel, in reference to Martha and Anya, “Take over.” He lead Buffy into Jack’s office and leant her against the desk.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes?”
“I believe you.”
Spike smiled gently. “I grew rather fond of the li’l bit,” he said. “I often wonder how she is.” He arranged himself so he was stood closer to her and she could lean against his chest again, still sat on the edge of the desk.
“I hope she’s okay. That world doesn’t have a Slayer anymore ... and look what happened last time I wasn’t around? When I died!”
“Don't remind me,” Spike said, softly. “Worst hundred and forty-seven days of my life.”
“You still remember the number?”
“I’ll never forget it.”
She stood up and kissed him softly. “I’m glad ... I’m glad that ...”
“What?” Spike enquired, softly, touching her neck with his fingers, tenderly.
“I’m glad you fell in love with me,” she said, locking her eyes with his. “Because I don't know how I would be coping without you here by my side.”
Next: Chapter 21b
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, some minor OCs, the Doctor, Donna.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem at the Rift. The Scoobie gang, now fully integrated into the Torchwood group and settled in to their new lives, discover there’s more coming through the rift than the odd demon and alien. This story is set post Exit Wounds, so there are minor spoilers. However, I have major problems with Exit Wounds and, as such, only some of the storyline happened (same goes for Reset which, although it happened, did not end like it did in the series in my head. Dead Man Walking and A Day in the Death DID NOT HAPPEN. I’m in my happy place now ...). Episodes like Adrift, Something Borrowed and Out of the Rain did happen, though (Like I said before: happy place) and may be referred to or even flash-backed to from time to time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or Buffy the Vampire Slayer … I do however own the cracked story idea - and proud of it, thankyouverymuch! I don’t own the title of this story either, however, that was thought up by the wonderful ickle18(I say wonderful because anyone who can come up with this title must be), the daughter of missthingsplace THANK YOU!
My other stories and links to the chapters of Magic and Mayhem (and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood) can be found here, at my master list.
I'm amazed with myself. I'm still managing (sort of) a chapter a day.
Part B tomorrow, probably.
Thanks to skullgirl013 for beta'ing :)
Previous chapters: Ch.1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11a Ch.11b Ch.12 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Interlude #1 Ch.16a Ch.16b Ch.17a Ch.17b Ch.18a Ch.18b Ch.19a Ch.19b Ch.19c Ch.20a Ch.20b Ch.20c
Chapter 21a: Team Building Excercises.
Sunday 24th August
13:03
“Does this count as a team-building exercise?” Buffy enquired, as she bit into a sandwich.
“I think orgies are much better as team-building exercises, personally,” Jack said, eating his own, “but this will do.”
Buffy stared at him.
“He’s joking,” Ianto clarified. He looked round at him. “You are joking, right?”
“I used to work with these two women; both bisexual and totally into each other, and me. They didn't half throw a party.” Jack exhaled sharply. “You people think the Victorians were sexually repressed, but they really weren't. Beneath those layers of skirts and corsets there's still a willing...”
“Thank you, Jack!” half the team said in unison.
Jack started laughing, soon joined by the rest.
Most of the team, excluding Spike, Angel, Faith, who couldn’t be bothered and Martha and Anya, who were off trying to find the zombie-controlling vampire responsible for the wreckage of the tourist office, were sat on said wreckage eating lunch. Some of the ruins had been dealt with in the past six hours of cleaning and tidying, but most was still left to do.
Plus they still had to rebuild, and find a way of hiding the entrance to Torchwood from prying eyes. Most of which were watching them as they worked and ate.
“You really knew Victorian bisexuals?” Willow enquired.
“Yep. They kidnapped and killed me.”
“Who hasn’t?” Tosh asked, with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes. “I meant multiple times. They were trying to work out why I couldn’t die. I told them to join the club.”
No one noticed, or if they did they didn’t think anything of it, as Ianto reached across, subtly, and wrapped his fingers around Jack’s hand, squeezing gently with a small smile, which Jack reciprocated.
“What’s this?” Gwen asked from across the room, where she was sat on the floor next to Owen, neither of them capable of standing for long periods just yet, going through what files they could find. She was holding up a file labelled ‘Gwen Cooper’s Phone Conversations’.
Jack flinched visibly.
“You were recording my conversations?” Gwen hissed.
“Only for the first month you were part of Torchwood!” Jack exclaimed, then said, in a rush, “... and the first month after Rhys found out.”
Gwen’s face grew stormy and she dragged herself to her feet, ignoring the sharp pain in her thigh. She walked towards the entrance to the hub and paused by Jack, throwing the file at his head, saying, “Deal with your own bloody tourist office,” and stomping out.
Jack groaned and touched his now bruised head. “She gets worse,” he moaned.
“You can say that again,” Ianto replied.
“She gets worse.”
Ianto poked his bruise.
“Oww!”
14:57
“Is this the place?” Martha enquired, pulling the SUV to a halt.
“Yes,” Spike’s voice said through her earpiece. “There should be some sort of cellar or bunker or something that keeps in the sunlight within two hundred meters of your location.”
Martha opened the door of the SUV and quickly got out, followed by Anya the other side. She stood, for a moment, shielding her eyes against the sun as she scanned the horizon. “I hate to say this, Spike, but you’re wrong.”
“Eh?”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no buildings or anything. Just grass. Hell, there’s only one tree!”
“Try underground. There might be something hidden.”
Martha sighed. “Have you seen how much ground there is to check?”
“If I had I’d be dusty,” Spike retorted.
“Point taken,” Martha said. “Can you direct us at all?”
“I’ll check the map,” he replied.
“Well, this’ll be fun,” Anya said, sarcastically, pulling out one of Tosh’s scanners. “If we have to check every blade of grass ...”
“We won’t have to check every blade of grass,” Martha said.
“Sorry,” Spike said. “I’m afraid you’ll have to check every blade of grass for the underground bunker in which the vampire is hiding.”
Anya glared at Martha, who sent her a sheepish grin.
15:13
“You look like hell, love,” Spike said, as Buffy wandered into the hub, dust coating her clothes and hair. She walked straight across to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I want to go home,” she said, quietly, as he put his arms around her and held her close.
“Maybe Jack will let us have the rest of the day off?” Spike suggested.
She shook her head. “I don't mean to our flat,” she said. “I mean home.”
Spike kissed her hair. “I thought you were settled here now?”
“I was. I am,” she said, blinking tears. “But I just miss home sometimes. I miss Dawn and Giles. God, I miss Giles so much.”
He held her closer. “I know, pet.”
“He’d know what to do to get home ... and how to deal with zombies and an excessive population of demons.” She snuggled closer into his shoulder, her nose rubbing against his neck, eyes tight shut. “And I wanted to see Dawn grow up, fall in love, start a family ... do the things I can never do...” she felt Spike stiffen slightly, but he relaxed again when she said, “...and don't want to do anymore.”
Spike pushed her back slightly and wiped her tears with his thumb, tenderly. “Would you believe me if I said I missed the niblet, too?”
“You call her sister ‘niblet’?” Angel enquired, as he approached from nearby. “And she lets you?”
Spike glared at him. “Private moment, here, Peaches,” he snapped, taking Buffy by the arm gently and saying to Angel, in reference to Martha and Anya, “Take over.” He lead Buffy into Jack’s office and leant her against the desk.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes?”
“I believe you.”
Spike smiled gently. “I grew rather fond of the li’l bit,” he said. “I often wonder how she is.” He arranged himself so he was stood closer to her and she could lean against his chest again, still sat on the edge of the desk.
“I hope she’s okay. That world doesn’t have a Slayer anymore ... and look what happened last time I wasn’t around? When I died!”
“Don't remind me,” Spike said, softly. “Worst hundred and forty-seven days of my life.”
“You still remember the number?”
“I’ll never forget it.”
She stood up and kissed him softly. “I’m glad ... I’m glad that ...”
“What?” Spike enquired, softly, touching her neck with his fingers, tenderly.
“I’m glad you fell in love with me,” she said, locking her eyes with his. “Because I don't know how I would be coping without you here by my side.”
Next: Chapter 21b