Fic: Livin' On A Prayer (R)
Title: Livin' On A Prayer
Rating: R
Summary: James finds himself in a sticky situation. Where's the Doctor when he needs him?
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. Written for the occhallenge fic challenge thing. Prompt table can be found here.
Prompt: Hurt
Warning: Lots of blood and a body. Yes, I'm being mean to James. Please don't hate me. This is my first time writing an action scene.
James dodged to the side as the dark blue alien swung at him with a sword with a long serrated blade. He had been enjoying his morning cup of coffee, just before he started work, when the alien appeared. "Damn!" he swore as he ducked a blow aimed at his head. "What the Hell did I do to you?" he wondered out loud. "Oh yeah, challenged you to a duel to buy time until the Doctor gets here so he can take you away." He backed away from the alien, warily keeping his eyes on it. He looked at the sword in his hands. "Am I insane?"
The alien growled at him and swung its sword at him again. "Once you are defeated, I will rule this planet."
"All your people will be enslaved, Blah blah blah," James said as he dodged the blow. "Honestly, is there a bad guy rule book that says that you must say those things?"
"How dare you mock the Great and Powerful Kaarganoff," the alien, Kaarganoff, snarled as he moved his sword down again. "You weak fool."
"I'm insulted," James said, letting out a hiss of pain as the sword caught him on the leg. "That does it!" he growled, as he parried the next swing. James was by no means an expert fencer but he knew enough to have a fighting chance.
Kaarganoff kicked out, catching James in the side, knocking him back against the table. The red head dodged the blade that swept down towards his head and it ended up stuck in the table. "That's fightin' dirty," James ground out between clenched teeth. He saw Rob enter the dining room again. "Anything?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the alien, parrying each blow as they came.
"It went to answer machine." Rob answered, with a roll of his eyes. "I left a message."
"Great," James muttered sardonically as he tried to avoid being skewered by Kaarganoff's sword. He rolled backwards onto the table.
"I left a message though. Torchwood called. Spoke to Ianto. They're on their way down."
"At least they answer their phone," James muttered, scooting backwards as Kaarganoff's sword just missed his foot. "Hey! I'm very fond of that foot." He secretly felt that he was like in a Robin Hood film and the alien was a blue Sheriff. "Would that make the Doctor Maid Marion?" he muttered, trying not to snicker at the mental image that arose then. "Plenty of time for laughing later."
"I'll enjoy killing you," the blue warrior sneered, also climbing onto the table. "Piece by piece."
Rob got the impression that James was holding back slightly. "Come on, James." he said softly.
"You're not chopping any of me off," James promised as he dropped the sword. "Come and get me, you big ugly," he said, standing his ground when the alien rushed him. He planted his foot in the blue warrior alien's chest, flipping it over his head, causing to skid along the table. James bent down and picked up the sword. "Let's duel."
Out of the corner of James' eye, he could see Jack, Gwen and Ianto skid to a halt as they took in the combat. Gwen pulled her gun but Jack pushed it down. "You might hit James," he explained.
"We've got to do something," Gwen said. "What is that thing anyway?"
"It's a Rhceaccamian," Jack stated. "They're a warrior race. It's bad news if one's decided to land on Earth. They're locked in the ancient rites of combat. The winner gets the spoils of war."
"So they're like blue Klingons?" Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow. "And the loser?"
"Yes," Jack answered. "The loser gets death. To interfere would be dire... for all of us."
"Would it be wrong if I start collecting bets?" Ianto questioneded dryly, causing Jack to shoot him a sharp look.
"Yes."
"My money's on James," Ianto said softly. "The Doctor's here by the way," he pointed out as the brown haired Time Lord bounded over.
"Reminds me of a duel I had on Christmas Day," the Doctor said. "Sycorax, lost my hand," he elaborated, waving his hand at hers.
"But it's still there," Gwen stated, looking at the Time Lord as if he was insane.
"It grew back," the Doctor said, wiggling his fingers at her. "Time Lord thing."
"About time you crawled in, Doctor," James called with a grin as he parried another blow. He let out a loud groan as the alien kicked him in the side, knocking him onto his back. The alien moved in for the kill, but James swept the alien's feet out from under it, rolled out of the way and scrambled to his feet. "You barge in here before I've even finished my coffee and you expect me to play nice?" he growled. He pointed the sword at the alien's neck, pressing the blade into the blue skin. "Now, let's finish this," he snarled, pressing down a little harder.
"James, no!" the Doctor exclaimed, looking ready to intervene at any moment. "Don't kill him. Let me deal with him."
"Chill, Doctor," James said with a slight shrug, not looking up from the prone alien. "Leave this planet, and never return. What do you say?" he growled, addressing the alien that was at his feet, adding a hard jab to its throat for good measure.
"It is a good day to die," Kaarganoff sneered with an evil smirk, and suddenly thrust his sword upwards into James' stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain and surprise from the red head, as the sword ripped out of the back of James' top. The alien pulled it out with a loud wet sound.
James stumbled slightly. "That's never going to come out," he muttered with a sigh, as he numbly observed the red stain spreading across his white top. "Fuck!" He fell forward, impaling the alien to the table with his sword as gravity took its toll.
"No!" Five different voices called out as they watched the red head fall on top of the warrior alien's body.
Ianto walked over and placed his hand on James' neck, checking for a pulse. "He's still alive... but only barely."
The Doctor rushed over and and gently picked up the limp form of James from his position on top of the dead alien. The Doctor spared the alien a glare before stroking James' hair. The red head's face was etched with pain but he didn't stir with the movement. "I'm so sorry," the Doctor whispered, amazed how the younger man seemed to weigh almost nothing. The Doctor attributed his lightness to the gaping wound in his stomach which had soaked through his shirt. "I better get you into the TARDIS before..." he muttered, trailing off. "What were you thinking, taking on an alien by yourself? You brave idiot." The Doctor smiled sadly as he hugged his friend to him, as he fumbled with the door of the TARDIS.
A hand on his sleeve made the Doctor turn around slightly to be face to face with Rob. "If he dies," Rob said seriously, "I will hunt you down and hurt you."
"I promise," the Doctor said, before opening the door and going in the TARDIS, carefully shutting the door behind him. "I won't let him," he said with a grim expression.
Rob sighed and shook his head. "I hope you don't break your promise," he muttered, as he leaned against the TARDIS to wait. He knew it wasn't fair on the Doctor, seeing as he wasn't the one who had stabbed James with a sword in the first place. That was the dead alien's fault and Rob glared at it. "Great," he muttered, looking at the mess.
Jack came up and placed a hand on the dark haired chef's shoulder. "He'll be okay. He's too stubborn to die without a fight."
"I know. But what if stubborness isn't enough this time?"
Rating: R
Summary: James finds himself in a sticky situation. Where's the Doctor when he needs him?
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were. Written for the occhallenge fic challenge thing. Prompt table can be found here.
Prompt: Hurt
Warning: Lots of blood and a body. Yes, I'm being mean to James. Please don't hate me. This is my first time writing an action scene.
James dodged to the side as the dark blue alien swung at him with a sword with a long serrated blade. He had been enjoying his morning cup of coffee, just before he started work, when the alien appeared. "Damn!" he swore as he ducked a blow aimed at his head. "What the Hell did I do to you?" he wondered out loud. "Oh yeah, challenged you to a duel to buy time until the Doctor gets here so he can take you away." He backed away from the alien, warily keeping his eyes on it. He looked at the sword in his hands. "Am I insane?"
The alien growled at him and swung its sword at him again. "Once you are defeated, I will rule this planet."
"All your people will be enslaved, Blah blah blah," James said as he dodged the blow. "Honestly, is there a bad guy rule book that says that you must say those things?"
"How dare you mock the Great and Powerful Kaarganoff," the alien, Kaarganoff, snarled as he moved his sword down again. "You weak fool."
"I'm insulted," James said, letting out a hiss of pain as the sword caught him on the leg. "That does it!" he growled, as he parried the next swing. James was by no means an expert fencer but he knew enough to have a fighting chance.
Kaarganoff kicked out, catching James in the side, knocking him back against the table. The red head dodged the blade that swept down towards his head and it ended up stuck in the table. "That's fightin' dirty," James ground out between clenched teeth. He saw Rob enter the dining room again. "Anything?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the alien, parrying each blow as they came.
"It went to answer machine." Rob answered, with a roll of his eyes. "I left a message."
"Great," James muttered sardonically as he tried to avoid being skewered by Kaarganoff's sword. He rolled backwards onto the table.
"I left a message though. Torchwood called. Spoke to Ianto. They're on their way down."
"At least they answer their phone," James muttered, scooting backwards as Kaarganoff's sword just missed his foot. "Hey! I'm very fond of that foot." He secretly felt that he was like in a Robin Hood film and the alien was a blue Sheriff. "Would that make the Doctor Maid Marion?" he muttered, trying not to snicker at the mental image that arose then. "Plenty of time for laughing later."
"I'll enjoy killing you," the blue warrior sneered, also climbing onto the table. "Piece by piece."
Rob got the impression that James was holding back slightly. "Come on, James." he said softly.
"You're not chopping any of me off," James promised as he dropped the sword. "Come and get me, you big ugly," he said, standing his ground when the alien rushed him. He planted his foot in the blue warrior alien's chest, flipping it over his head, causing to skid along the table. James bent down and picked up the sword. "Let's duel."
Out of the corner of James' eye, he could see Jack, Gwen and Ianto skid to a halt as they took in the combat. Gwen pulled her gun but Jack pushed it down. "You might hit James," he explained.
"We've got to do something," Gwen said. "What is that thing anyway?"
"It's a Rhceaccamian," Jack stated. "They're a warrior race. It's bad news if one's decided to land on Earth. They're locked in the ancient rites of combat. The winner gets the spoils of war."
"So they're like blue Klingons?" Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow. "And the loser?"
"Yes," Jack answered. "The loser gets death. To interfere would be dire... for all of us."
"Would it be wrong if I start collecting bets?" Ianto questioneded dryly, causing Jack to shoot him a sharp look.
"Yes."
"My money's on James," Ianto said softly. "The Doctor's here by the way," he pointed out as the brown haired Time Lord bounded over.
"Reminds me of a duel I had on Christmas Day," the Doctor said. "Sycorax, lost my hand," he elaborated, waving his hand at hers.
"But it's still there," Gwen stated, looking at the Time Lord as if he was insane.
"It grew back," the Doctor said, wiggling his fingers at her. "Time Lord thing."
"About time you crawled in, Doctor," James called with a grin as he parried another blow. He let out a loud groan as the alien kicked him in the side, knocking him onto his back. The alien moved in for the kill, but James swept the alien's feet out from under it, rolled out of the way and scrambled to his feet. "You barge in here before I've even finished my coffee and you expect me to play nice?" he growled. He pointed the sword at the alien's neck, pressing the blade into the blue skin. "Now, let's finish this," he snarled, pressing down a little harder.
"James, no!" the Doctor exclaimed, looking ready to intervene at any moment. "Don't kill him. Let me deal with him."
"Chill, Doctor," James said with a slight shrug, not looking up from the prone alien. "Leave this planet, and never return. What do you say?" he growled, addressing the alien that was at his feet, adding a hard jab to its throat for good measure.
"It is a good day to die," Kaarganoff sneered with an evil smirk, and suddenly thrust his sword upwards into James' stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain and surprise from the red head, as the sword ripped out of the back of James' top. The alien pulled it out with a loud wet sound.
James stumbled slightly. "That's never going to come out," he muttered with a sigh, as he numbly observed the red stain spreading across his white top. "Fuck!" He fell forward, impaling the alien to the table with his sword as gravity took its toll.
"No!" Five different voices called out as they watched the red head fall on top of the warrior alien's body.
Ianto walked over and placed his hand on James' neck, checking for a pulse. "He's still alive... but only barely."
The Doctor rushed over and and gently picked up the limp form of James from his position on top of the dead alien. The Doctor spared the alien a glare before stroking James' hair. The red head's face was etched with pain but he didn't stir with the movement. "I'm so sorry," the Doctor whispered, amazed how the younger man seemed to weigh almost nothing. The Doctor attributed his lightness to the gaping wound in his stomach which had soaked through his shirt. "I better get you into the TARDIS before..." he muttered, trailing off. "What were you thinking, taking on an alien by yourself? You brave idiot." The Doctor smiled sadly as he hugged his friend to him, as he fumbled with the door of the TARDIS.
A hand on his sleeve made the Doctor turn around slightly to be face to face with Rob. "If he dies," Rob said seriously, "I will hunt you down and hurt you."
"I promise," the Doctor said, before opening the door and going in the TARDIS, carefully shutting the door behind him. "I won't let him," he said with a grim expression.
Rob sighed and shook his head. "I hope you don't break your promise," he muttered, as he leaned against the TARDIS to wait. He knew it wasn't fair on the Doctor, seeing as he wasn't the one who had stabbed James with a sword in the first place. That was the dead alien's fault and Rob glared at it. "Great," he muttered, looking at the mess.
Jack came up and placed a hand on the dark haired chef's shoulder. "He'll be okay. He's too stubborn to die without a fight."
"I know. But what if stubborness isn't enough this time?"