FIC: Come What May - Part A (12/16)
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.
Chapter 13 will be posted later, I think! And I have a request: I haven't seen all of the Buffys or Angels yet (season 1-6 of Buffy and 1-3 of Angel) so please please please don't post comments with spoilery icons :( I just got a major spoiler from a comment on the last chapter and now I'm sad.
I'll also be posting a chapter of Remember later if I ... remember.
And I hate LJ. It keeps messing up my formatting. So... I'm sorry for said messed up formatting.
And don't kill me at the end of this chapter. This is a perpetual cliffhanger until part B *lol* sorry 'bout that.
Chapter 12
10:32
Tosh touched and turned off her earpiece. “We’re being called back to base,” she informed Anya, who was sitting beside a fallen child. The child was alive, but barely.
“We can’t leave him,” Anya insisted. “He’s barely even in double digits.”
Tosh walked across and crouched beside him, testing his pulse. It was weak. Very weak. “I don't think there’s anything we can do,” she said.
“Can’t you use magic? Healing spell of some sort?”
“Anya, I don't think ...” Tosh caught her pleading expression. “Oh ... I ...” She sighed. “I can’t use magic, but we can try and get him to the hospital,” she said. “Then we return to the hub.”
“Sure!” Anya said. “Thank you!”
“Don't thank me,” Tosh retorted. She bent down and slipped her arms beneath the boy’s knees and back, lifting him up with a struggle. “Heavy,” she told Anya.
“He doesn’t look it,” Anya replied.
“Everything’s heavy to me, at the moment,” Tosh said. “I’ve overused my magic.”
“Ohh.” Anya touched the boy’s hair as they started off towards the nearest hospital. There was blood in it. “Oh God,” she said, weakly.
“You never seemed ...” Tosh grunted, through the exertion of carrying the boy, “... the type ... to worry about ... children ...” Anya shot her a partially offended look. “No offence,” Tosh said, quickly.
“I’m a ex-demon, not a monster,” Anya said. “I like children. I worry about children. I have no desire to hurt children or see children hurt.”
Tosh nodded, silently, for a moment, before saying, “I see. I’m sorry I implied ...”
“No problem.” Anya shot her a small smile. “I’ve grown rather fond of you since you started helping me with the tourist office,” she said. “I won’t get offended just by that.”
Tosh raised an eyebrow. “If that’s your way of saying you like me and we’re friends now ... I like you too, and you’re probably one of my closest friends these days. We have a lot in common.”
Anya smiled back. “Maybe if we survive this we, Willow and Xander could go out for drinks some time?”
Tosh nodded. “I’d like that.”
10:34
“What’s wrong, Willow?”
Willow looked round at her companion, who was looking at her with barely concealed concern. “Nothing,” she lied. “I’m fine.”
“You don't seem it. You’re distracted.”
They were sat on the kerb having run out of Daleks whilst Libby waited for her gun to recharge. She was refusing to change the power cell just yet. She was also exhausted, her ribs aching from running non-stop. She’d always been fit, but never good at running.
“I’m just worried about Buffy, Xander and Anya, that’s all. And Tosh, of course.” Willow said, with a sigh.
“Call them, ask how they are?”
“I don't want to disturb them. I could distract and endanger them.” She closed her eyes and clenched her fists for a moment. “I know Tosh is alright, though.”
“Really? You can sense it?”
Willow nodded.
“Cool!” Libby exclaimed. She flinched and put a hand on her ribs. “Need to stop doing that ...” she groaned.
Willow placed her hand over Libby’s and rearranged herself to be in front of her. “Let me see,” she requested. Libby gave a martyred sigh and lifted up her top, revealing the large purple bruise just below her bra. Willow grimaced. “You’re tough,” she said, “I’d be sobbing.”
Libby grinned. “I grew up with brothers. Three, to be exact, older. They used to let me play with them, but they were into rough and tumble. I fell out of so many trees and off bikes and into rivers ... I was always covered in bruises and cuts. My mam couldn’t ever put me in a dress because my legs were too bruised to show off.” She grinned, but it faded. “God ... mom ... I hope she’s okay.”
“If she stayed inside the house I’m sure she’s fine,” Willow promised. “They would stay inside, right?”
She nodded. “I’m the stupid one of the family, not them.”
Willow placed her hand against the bruise and closed her eyes, trying to use her magic to heal Libby. She was too drained to do more than tickle; something Libby informed her of with a loud giggle and squirm. “Oops! Sorry,” Willow said, smirking.
Libby rolled her eyes. “Back when I was climbing those trees ... I never expected to be spending the Saturday nights of my adult life worrying about Ianto fighting aliens and demons and then fighting them myself whilst mourning my almost-boyfriend.”
“It’s not night,” Willow said, with a sad smile. “Still ten-thirty in the morning.” She sat up a bit, as Libby lowered her top, and bent over, pressing a kiss to Libby’s fringed forehead then stood up fully, offering the girl a hand. Libby accepted it, pulling herself to her feet with a pained grunt. “Would you rather head back?”
“Hell no,” Libby said, smiling. “I’d never live it down.”
Willow grinned. “I’m sure Ianto would let you just this once.”
Libby released Willow’s hand and grabbed her gun again as they turned the street corner without thinking. They walked straight into six Daleks.
Before Willow had chance to erect a good shield, one Dalek exclaimed, “Exterminate!” and shot her, sending her flying across the street to sprawl in the gutter.
“Willow!” Libby screamed, turning to fire on the Dalek. The gun fizzled and popped but did nothing else. She stared at it in dismay.
“Humans will follow Dalek instruction. You will be taken to the crucible.”
“Like hell I will,” Libby snarled, shaking the gun. Before she knew where she was, the Dalek extended its plunger and grabbed the gun, throwing it to the floor.
Then they transported away with Libby, not giving her a choice in the matter.
Next: Chapter 13
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.
Chapter 13 will be posted later, I think! And I have a request: I haven't seen all of the Buffys or Angels yet (season 1-6 of Buffy and 1-3 of Angel) so please please please don't post comments with spoilery icons :( I just got a major spoiler from a comment on the last chapter and now I'm sad.
I'll also be posting a chapter of Remember later if I ... remember.
And I hate LJ. It keeps messing up my formatting. So... I'm sorry for said messed up formatting.
And don't kill me at the end of this chapter. This is a perpetual cliffhanger until part B *lol* sorry 'bout that.
Chapter 12
10:32
Tosh touched and turned off her earpiece. “We’re being called back to base,” she informed Anya, who was sitting beside a fallen child. The child was alive, but barely.
“We can’t leave him,” Anya insisted. “He’s barely even in double digits.”
Tosh walked across and crouched beside him, testing his pulse. It was weak. Very weak. “I don't think there’s anything we can do,” she said.
“Can’t you use magic? Healing spell of some sort?”
“Anya, I don't think ...” Tosh caught her pleading expression. “Oh ... I ...” She sighed. “I can’t use magic, but we can try and get him to the hospital,” she said. “Then we return to the hub.”
“Sure!” Anya said. “Thank you!”
“Don't thank me,” Tosh retorted. She bent down and slipped her arms beneath the boy’s knees and back, lifting him up with a struggle. “Heavy,” she told Anya.
“He doesn’t look it,” Anya replied.
“Everything’s heavy to me, at the moment,” Tosh said. “I’ve overused my magic.”
“Ohh.” Anya touched the boy’s hair as they started off towards the nearest hospital. There was blood in it. “Oh God,” she said, weakly.
“You never seemed ...” Tosh grunted, through the exertion of carrying the boy, “... the type ... to worry about ... children ...” Anya shot her a partially offended look. “No offence,” Tosh said, quickly.
“I’m a ex-demon, not a monster,” Anya said. “I like children. I worry about children. I have no desire to hurt children or see children hurt.”
Tosh nodded, silently, for a moment, before saying, “I see. I’m sorry I implied ...”
“No problem.” Anya shot her a small smile. “I’ve grown rather fond of you since you started helping me with the tourist office,” she said. “I won’t get offended just by that.”
Tosh raised an eyebrow. “If that’s your way of saying you like me and we’re friends now ... I like you too, and you’re probably one of my closest friends these days. We have a lot in common.”
Anya smiled back. “Maybe if we survive this we, Willow and Xander could go out for drinks some time?”
Tosh nodded. “I’d like that.”
10:34
“What’s wrong, Willow?”
Willow looked round at her companion, who was looking at her with barely concealed concern. “Nothing,” she lied. “I’m fine.”
“You don't seem it. You’re distracted.”
They were sat on the kerb having run out of Daleks whilst Libby waited for her gun to recharge. She was refusing to change the power cell just yet. She was also exhausted, her ribs aching from running non-stop. She’d always been fit, but never good at running.
“I’m just worried about Buffy, Xander and Anya, that’s all. And Tosh, of course.” Willow said, with a sigh.
“Call them, ask how they are?”
“I don't want to disturb them. I could distract and endanger them.” She closed her eyes and clenched her fists for a moment. “I know Tosh is alright, though.”
“Really? You can sense it?”
Willow nodded.
“Cool!” Libby exclaimed. She flinched and put a hand on her ribs. “Need to stop doing that ...” she groaned.
Willow placed her hand over Libby’s and rearranged herself to be in front of her. “Let me see,” she requested. Libby gave a martyred sigh and lifted up her top, revealing the large purple bruise just below her bra. Willow grimaced. “You’re tough,” she said, “I’d be sobbing.”
Libby grinned. “I grew up with brothers. Three, to be exact, older. They used to let me play with them, but they were into rough and tumble. I fell out of so many trees and off bikes and into rivers ... I was always covered in bruises and cuts. My mam couldn’t ever put me in a dress because my legs were too bruised to show off.” She grinned, but it faded. “God ... mom ... I hope she’s okay.”
“If she stayed inside the house I’m sure she’s fine,” Willow promised. “They would stay inside, right?”
She nodded. “I’m the stupid one of the family, not them.”
Willow placed her hand against the bruise and closed her eyes, trying to use her magic to heal Libby. She was too drained to do more than tickle; something Libby informed her of with a loud giggle and squirm. “Oops! Sorry,” Willow said, smirking.
Libby rolled her eyes. “Back when I was climbing those trees ... I never expected to be spending the Saturday nights of my adult life worrying about Ianto fighting aliens and demons and then fighting them myself whilst mourning my almost-boyfriend.”
“It’s not night,” Willow said, with a sad smile. “Still ten-thirty in the morning.” She sat up a bit, as Libby lowered her top, and bent over, pressing a kiss to Libby’s fringed forehead then stood up fully, offering the girl a hand. Libby accepted it, pulling herself to her feet with a pained grunt. “Would you rather head back?”
“Hell no,” Libby said, smiling. “I’d never live it down.”
Willow grinned. “I’m sure Ianto would let you just this once.”
Libby released Willow’s hand and grabbed her gun again as they turned the street corner without thinking. They walked straight into six Daleks.
Before Willow had chance to erect a good shield, one Dalek exclaimed, “Exterminate!” and shot her, sending her flying across the street to sprawl in the gutter.
“Willow!” Libby screamed, turning to fire on the Dalek. The gun fizzled and popped but did nothing else. She stared at it in dismay.
“Humans will follow Dalek instruction. You will be taken to the crucible.”
“Like hell I will,” Libby snarled, shaking the gun. Before she knew where she was, the Dalek extended its plunger and grabbed the gun, throwing it to the floor.
Then they transported away with Libby, not giving her a choice in the matter.
Next: Chapter 13