FIC: Come What May - Part A (7/14)
Name: Come What May
Rating: R - Fixed Rating for all chapters.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Donna, Rose, Sarah-Jane Smith, Mickey, Jackie, Libby(OC) and some other minor OCs and characters. Implied Ten/Rose.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood; the combined Torchwood and Scoobie gang encounter their hardest battle yet when the Daleks invade Earth. Contains parallels to DW: 4.12: The Stolen Earth and 4.13: Journey’s End.
Spoilers: Everything is fair game.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013. Thanks, hun, you're awesome:)
Author’s Note: So here’s the thing. The chapters of this fic average at about 1000 words. Some go a little over, some go a lot under. I think one is 600 words. Complain and I’ll start quoting cazmalfoy’s favourite word to you :P j/k. Enjoy the fic and when the chapters are particularly short I might give you two in one day. Hell, I might do that anyway.
Disclaimer: I sure as heck don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or ... Hell, I don't own anything except Libby. And I don't own this particular storyline. A lot of the dialog and stuff is stolen snagged from the episodes not because I’m lazy but because I love the episodes so much. But, remember, this is told from a Magic and Mayhem point of view, so a lot of it is different and adjusted and hopefully worth the read. Plus, it’s a fic. I’ll stop rambling on about how this isn’t mine now. Coz it’s not. Obviously. I’m not RTD. I ain’t even a man.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
Sigh. My excuse for late posting is that I was busy writing Part B which has been neglected until now.
Thing is, the fact that it's been neglected means that there will be a hiatus between Part A and Part B. Unless you want to go back to the number out of questionmark system?
Chapter 7
10:07
“Good to see you up and about,” Buffy said, curtly, to Libby, as she walked into the hub, who nodded at her in response.
“I want to help,” Libby said.
Buffy looked round at her, sharply. “You could die.”
“I might not,” Libby replied, with a small smile.
Buffy returned it, turning to Xander. “You in?”
He nodded. “Always.”
She looked at Anya. “You in too?”
“Always,” Anya replied. “Let’s defend Cardiff from some aliens!”
Buffy grinned at her. “Have I mentioned I like you recently?”
Anya grinned back. “Never, but thanks!”
“Why is he like that?” Xander asked, nodding at Jack.
“He’s just taking this worse than the rest of us,” Buffy replied. She walked across to Jack and crouched down by his side. “Get up,” she told him.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing I can do.”
She straightened up, angrily. “Get your immortal ass off the floor and help us!” she shouted.
“Did she say ‘immortal’?” Libby asked, carefully.
“Way to throw in the immortal word in front of my sister,” Ianto said, with a sigh.
“Sorry,” Buffy replied. She walked away from Jack back towards Ianto. “See if you can get a positive reaction out of him, you’re his husband after all.” Ianto nodded.
“Let’s go and get a coffee,” Anya said, looping her arm through Libby’s. “I’ll tell you what I know about Jack.” Libby nodded and the two of them walked off to the kitchen.
“Don't touch my coffee machine!” Ianto yelled after them, even though he knew Anya was the only other person in Torchwood capable of getting the machine to cooperate.
Buffy turned to Xander. “On a scale of one to ten ... Glory being ten and Spike being one ...”
“Oy!”
“... how much danger are we in do you reckon?” she asked.
Xander sighed. “Fifteen.”
She giggled nervously. “Brilliant,” she said. “Just ... brilliant.” She bent forwards and rested her forehead on his shoulder. He put his arms around her.
“We’re all going to get through this,” he promised. “And when it’s over, Jack and Ianto are going to have hot monkey sex in the hot house ... you’re going to have cold, dead sex with corpse-guy ...”
“Oy!”
“... Willow and Tosh are going to do one of the many things I enjoy fantasies about” - Buffy giggled - “and I’m going to take my wife home and we’re going to talk about the future, namely; kids.”
She pulled back, standing up straight. “Promise?"
“I promise,” he replied. “Now go do what you do best.”
“Origami?” Buffy asked, with a smirk.
“The other thing you do best.” Xander put a finger up without even looking at Spike. “Not a word!” he warned, making Buffy and Spike laugh together. “You’re going to lead us into battle and help us kiss ass.”
“I love you so very much, Xander Harris,” she said, with a watery smile, blinking away tears.
“I love you too,” he replied. “I’m going to go and find Anya.” He wandered off as Angel and Spike came across towards Buffy.
At first she thought they were being friendly, then she noticed they were glaring at each other and shoving each other’s shoulders at regular intervals. She rolled her eyes. “Lower the testosterone,” she snapped. “What’s going on?”
“Spike seems to be under the impression he’s staying here by your side and I’m going out there to be exterminated,” Angel said. “Put him right?”
“I’m tempted to exterminate you myself at this moment,” Buffy growled. She turned to Spike. “Fetch the others. We need a meeting. It seems I need to make all the command decisions around here today.” She glared at Jack.
Spike nodded and ran off. As soon as he was gone, Buffy had Angel pinned to the wall by his throat. “Right, you,” she said, angrily. “Do not torment Spike.” Angel laughed then gagged when she slammed the heel of her palm into his throat.
“I’ve put up with you since you came through because I know you’re the Angel I loved so many years ago and I know you don't remember breaking my heart and I know you’re trying to settle in.” Angel tried to say something, but she just tightened her grip, half-lifting him off the ground. “So listen here. If you don't stop acting like a spoiled two-year-old I will put something sharp and wooden through your chest, myself because right this moment I have neither the patience, will power or desire to put up with you. If I wasn’t already completely out of love with you, I would be now.”
She let him down. “Oh, and here’s something for old times.” She rammed her leg forwards, the kneecap connecting with Angel’s balls. He crumpled, falling to the floor and holding himself as he restrained a whimper, curling into a ball.
She walked away, satisfied.
10:11
“Buffy’s callin’ a team meeting,” Spike announced, walking into the conference room without knocking. He let out a girlish squeak when his eyes were confronted with Xander pinning Anya to the table, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. Spike had a feeling that if he’d been seconds later he would have seen parts of Xander Harris no man should ever see.
Xander pulled back from his wife. Fast. “Oh! Okay,” he said. He was obviously expecting some comment from Spike, but none came. Spike knew what he was going through. If it wasn’t for the fact Buffy was in charge he would have dragged her off to do the same minutes before.
“Come on,” was all he said, leaving the conference room and heading into the kitchen where he found Willow and Tosh doing the exact same thing, Willow’s hand on Tosh’s left breast, Tosh’s hand somewhere he couldn’t see. He suspected it was somewhere good. He watched for a moment before coughing to make himself known. They broke apart, flushed, and he nodded at them. “Team meetin’,” he said. “Downstairs.” Then he walked off, laughing.
He walked out onto the walkway and glanced down in time to see Buffy knee Angel in the balls. He grinned, proudly. “That’s my girl,” he said. The next room was the hothouse, which he paused outside of. He walked to the railing and looked down; Jack was still sat by the autopsy bay and he could see Ianto nearby. Deciding it was safe he opened the door and went in to see if anyone was in there.
Faith was.
As was Owen.
And they were doing the same as Xander, Anya, Willow and Tosh.
“Holy fuck!” Spike spluttered. They broke apart and stared as if seeing each other for the first time. “I know you guys have done it before, but is this really the time?” he asked. “I can understand the Harris’ and Willow and Tosh, they’re in love but ...” He gestured at the two of them. “You just want a shag!”
Owen had the good grace to blush brightly, smoothing his clothing down, sheepishly.
“Meeting. Team. Downstairs. Now,” Spike said, rolling his eyes and leaving.
He found Gwen in Jack’s office, sat in his chair talking to Rhys, calmingly, on the phone, although she looked anything but calm. He stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for her to notice him, then said, softly, “Buffy’s called a team meetin’.” He jerked his thumb behind him. “You’re supposed to come.”
He met Martha on the way out, heading towards the office. He noticed she was still wearing the Project Indigo harness. “Meetin’,” he said.
She nodded, glancing at her phone.
“He’ll be fine,” Spike said. “He’s not your responsibility anymore, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“Who?”
“Tom,” Spike said.
She smiled. “Thanks, Spike.”
Spike smiled back and walked off, stopping before he got back into the middle of the hub. “Bloody hell,” he muttered beneath his breath. “I’ve turned into a proper scoobie. All kind and thoughtful ...” He pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan before wandering off to find Buffy and see if Angel was still curled up in a ball on the floor.
Next: Chapter 8
Rating: R - Fixed Rating for all chapters.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tosh, Xander/Anya, Martha, Owen, Faith, Angel, The Doctor, Donna, Rose, Sarah-Jane Smith, Mickey, Jackie, Libby(OC) and some other minor OCs and characters. Implied Ten/Rose.
Summary: Sequel to Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood; the combined Torchwood and Scoobie gang encounter their hardest battle yet when the Daleks invade Earth. Contains parallels to DW: 4.12: The Stolen Earth and 4.13: Journey’s End.
Spoilers: Everything is fair game.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013. Thanks, hun, you're awesome:)
Author’s Note: So here’s the thing. The chapters of this fic average at about 1000 words. Some go a little over, some go a lot under. I think one is 600 words. Complain and I’ll start quoting cazmalfoy’s favourite word to you :P j/k. Enjoy the fic and when the chapters are particularly short I might give you two in one day. Hell, I might do that anyway.
Disclaimer: I sure as heck don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer or ... Hell, I don't own anything except Libby. And I don't own this particular storyline. A lot of the dialog and stuff is stolen snagged from the episodes not because I’m lazy but because I love the episodes so much. But, remember, this is told from a Magic and Mayhem point of view, so a lot of it is different and adjusted and hopefully worth the read. Plus, it’s a fic. I’ll stop rambling on about how this isn’t mine now. Coz it’s not. Obviously. I’m not RTD. I ain’t even a man.
Previous stories and chapters can be found here.
Sigh. My excuse for late posting is that I was busy writing Part B which has been neglected until now.
Thing is, the fact that it's been neglected means that there will be a hiatus between Part A and Part B. Unless you want to go back to the number out of questionmark system?
Chapter 7
10:07
“Good to see you up and about,” Buffy said, curtly, to Libby, as she walked into the hub, who nodded at her in response.
“I want to help,” Libby said.
Buffy looked round at her, sharply. “You could die.”
“I might not,” Libby replied, with a small smile.
Buffy returned it, turning to Xander. “You in?”
He nodded. “Always.”
She looked at Anya. “You in too?”
“Always,” Anya replied. “Let’s defend Cardiff from some aliens!”
Buffy grinned at her. “Have I mentioned I like you recently?”
Anya grinned back. “Never, but thanks!”
“Why is he like that?” Xander asked, nodding at Jack.
“He’s just taking this worse than the rest of us,” Buffy replied. She walked across to Jack and crouched down by his side. “Get up,” she told him.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing I can do.”
She straightened up, angrily. “Get your immortal ass off the floor and help us!” she shouted.
“Did she say ‘immortal’?” Libby asked, carefully.
“Way to throw in the immortal word in front of my sister,” Ianto said, with a sigh.
“Sorry,” Buffy replied. She walked away from Jack back towards Ianto. “See if you can get a positive reaction out of him, you’re his husband after all.” Ianto nodded.
“Let’s go and get a coffee,” Anya said, looping her arm through Libby’s. “I’ll tell you what I know about Jack.” Libby nodded and the two of them walked off to the kitchen.
“Don't touch my coffee machine!” Ianto yelled after them, even though he knew Anya was the only other person in Torchwood capable of getting the machine to cooperate.
Buffy turned to Xander. “On a scale of one to ten ... Glory being ten and Spike being one ...”
“Oy!”
“... how much danger are we in do you reckon?” she asked.
Xander sighed. “Fifteen.”
She giggled nervously. “Brilliant,” she said. “Just ... brilliant.” She bent forwards and rested her forehead on his shoulder. He put his arms around her.
“We’re all going to get through this,” he promised. “And when it’s over, Jack and Ianto are going to have hot monkey sex in the hot house ... you’re going to have cold, dead sex with corpse-guy ...”
“Oy!”
“... Willow and Tosh are going to do one of the many things I enjoy fantasies about” - Buffy giggled - “and I’m going to take my wife home and we’re going to talk about the future, namely; kids.”
She pulled back, standing up straight. “Promise?"
“I promise,” he replied. “Now go do what you do best.”
“Origami?” Buffy asked, with a smirk.
“The other thing you do best.” Xander put a finger up without even looking at Spike. “Not a word!” he warned, making Buffy and Spike laugh together. “You’re going to lead us into battle and help us kiss ass.”
“I love you so very much, Xander Harris,” she said, with a watery smile, blinking away tears.
“I love you too,” he replied. “I’m going to go and find Anya.” He wandered off as Angel and Spike came across towards Buffy.
At first she thought they were being friendly, then she noticed they were glaring at each other and shoving each other’s shoulders at regular intervals. She rolled her eyes. “Lower the testosterone,” she snapped. “What’s going on?”
“Spike seems to be under the impression he’s staying here by your side and I’m going out there to be exterminated,” Angel said. “Put him right?”
“I’m tempted to exterminate you myself at this moment,” Buffy growled. She turned to Spike. “Fetch the others. We need a meeting. It seems I need to make all the command decisions around here today.” She glared at Jack.
Spike nodded and ran off. As soon as he was gone, Buffy had Angel pinned to the wall by his throat. “Right, you,” she said, angrily. “Do not torment Spike.” Angel laughed then gagged when she slammed the heel of her palm into his throat.
“I’ve put up with you since you came through because I know you’re the Angel I loved so many years ago and I know you don't remember breaking my heart and I know you’re trying to settle in.” Angel tried to say something, but she just tightened her grip, half-lifting him off the ground. “So listen here. If you don't stop acting like a spoiled two-year-old I will put something sharp and wooden through your chest, myself because right this moment I have neither the patience, will power or desire to put up with you. If I wasn’t already completely out of love with you, I would be now.”
She let him down. “Oh, and here’s something for old times.” She rammed her leg forwards, the kneecap connecting with Angel’s balls. He crumpled, falling to the floor and holding himself as he restrained a whimper, curling into a ball.
She walked away, satisfied.
10:11
“Buffy’s callin’ a team meeting,” Spike announced, walking into the conference room without knocking. He let out a girlish squeak when his eyes were confronted with Xander pinning Anya to the table, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. Spike had a feeling that if he’d been seconds later he would have seen parts of Xander Harris no man should ever see.
Xander pulled back from his wife. Fast. “Oh! Okay,” he said. He was obviously expecting some comment from Spike, but none came. Spike knew what he was going through. If it wasn’t for the fact Buffy was in charge he would have dragged her off to do the same minutes before.
“Come on,” was all he said, leaving the conference room and heading into the kitchen where he found Willow and Tosh doing the exact same thing, Willow’s hand on Tosh’s left breast, Tosh’s hand somewhere he couldn’t see. He suspected it was somewhere good. He watched for a moment before coughing to make himself known. They broke apart, flushed, and he nodded at them. “Team meetin’,” he said. “Downstairs.” Then he walked off, laughing.
He walked out onto the walkway and glanced down in time to see Buffy knee Angel in the balls. He grinned, proudly. “That’s my girl,” he said. The next room was the hothouse, which he paused outside of. He walked to the railing and looked down; Jack was still sat by the autopsy bay and he could see Ianto nearby. Deciding it was safe he opened the door and went in to see if anyone was in there.
Faith was.
As was Owen.
And they were doing the same as Xander, Anya, Willow and Tosh.
“Holy fuck!” Spike spluttered. They broke apart and stared as if seeing each other for the first time. “I know you guys have done it before, but is this really the time?” he asked. “I can understand the Harris’ and Willow and Tosh, they’re in love but ...” He gestured at the two of them. “You just want a shag!”
Owen had the good grace to blush brightly, smoothing his clothing down, sheepishly.
“Meeting. Team. Downstairs. Now,” Spike said, rolling his eyes and leaving.
He found Gwen in Jack’s office, sat in his chair talking to Rhys, calmingly, on the phone, although she looked anything but calm. He stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for her to notice him, then said, softly, “Buffy’s called a team meetin’.” He jerked his thumb behind him. “You’re supposed to come.”
He met Martha on the way out, heading towards the office. He noticed she was still wearing the Project Indigo harness. “Meetin’,” he said.
She nodded, glancing at her phone.
“He’ll be fine,” Spike said. “He’s not your responsibility anymore, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“Who?”
“Tom,” Spike said.
She smiled. “Thanks, Spike.”
Spike smiled back and walked off, stopping before he got back into the middle of the hub. “Bloody hell,” he muttered beneath his breath. “I’ve turned into a proper scoobie. All kind and thoughtful ...” He pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan before wandering off to find Buffy and see if Angel was still curled up in a ball on the floor.
Next: Chapter 8