Just Like A Jones 4/25
TITLE: Just Like A Jones
Chapter: 4/25
Rating: g - nc-17 for the whole series
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto. Mica. Gwen/Rhys. Lois. Johnny/Rhiannon. OC's
Synopsis: Mica may be a Davies, but sometimes she acts like a Jones. Set 13 years in the future. The world is a very different place, and Torchwood is a world that Jack doesn't want to know, but a promise made a long time ago brings him back to their door whether he likes it or not. Mica is in awe of a past she didn't know and a man she barely remembers, but her passion for his world takes her on a journey she never expected.
Spoilers: Aftermath of COE.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was this woul not need to be written.
A/N - I shall make you happy! jut watch me! happy fix.
PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE
Jack stood outside Mica's door and waited a while before knocking.
“Hi.” She answered the door and stepped aside to let him in.
“Where have you been all day?”
“Busy.”
“Busy, huh?” Jack chuckled and tilted her face to look him in the eyes. “Not ignoring me?”
“Are you here to say goodbye again?” she closed her door. “Because you're really good at that.”
Jack sighed and sat down in her computer chair. “You can't be angry at me because I won't take you with me.”
“You used to tell me that when I was older you would think about it.” She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs. “You lied to me for all those years.”
“I didn't lie. I have thought about it, and I have decided that the answer is no. It's too dangerous, besides having you with me would limit where I could go.”
“Well that's not selfish.”
“And asking me to take you with me isn't?” Jack sighed and walked across the room, then sat down beside her. “I travel alone, it's the only way for me right now. I need to be on my own.”
“And will you come back?”
“I always come back.” Jack wrapped his arm around her and hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “I'll be back in a few months as usual. Maybe I'll bring you a present.”
Mica smiled. “Really?”
“If I find something worthy of you, sure.” He stood up. “It's late, I should probably hit the hay.”
“Will I see you before you go?”
“Of course.”
“I always think, when you go, that maybe he was right about you.” She stood up and looked at him; she was a lot shorter than Jack was, standing just over 5”2, and she had to look up just to see his chin. She spent most of her life talking to that chin.
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe one day you will just disappear and never come back.” She lowered her eyes. “That's what he always thought.”
“You really are too much like him sometimes.” Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “I left one daughter behind, I'm not going to leave you behind too.”
“Promise me,” she whispered, “You're the only person who really knew him. You're the closest thing I have to him.”
“I promise.” Jack's voice cracked as he whispered. “And I rarely make promises.”
“Okay.”
“You should sleep too,” Jack said, “you were out late last night." He slipped his hand into his pocket and took out a small device; it was no bigger than the head of a pin and virtually invisible.
“I'm going now.”
Jack caressed her cheek, attaching the device to the back of her neck as he did. “I'll see you tomorrow before I leave.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack stayed a few yards behind Mica as she jogged through the darkness, heading towards the wooded area by the Park. Her boots sounded heavy on the pavement as she followed the signal on her PDA and ran at the same time; this wasn't something new, Mica had been doing this for a while. She stopped on the corner and looked around; Jack pressed his back to the wall to stay out of her sight.
She put her hand in her pocket and took out a device, a one Jack recognised, and held it up. The lights on the CCTV system went out.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Gwen Cooper jogged through the hub, skipping three steps of the ladder on her way down, and hovered over the shoulder of a girl who sat at a computer. She smiled. “Is it our little Zorro back again?”
“I think so.” Her fingers moved across the keyboard with precision as she looked through the system. “All the camera's just went out and I can see a collection of Weevil signals in the park. All the usual signs of our little visitor.”
“Can you unscramble the images?”
“No.” Claire shook her head. “Same technology as us, and you know how that works.”
“Show me the minute they went out.”
Another image appeared on the screen of someone holding up a device, but it was too far away to see anything other than her small frame. “From this angle it looks hopeful, however, when you access the facial recognition software it all gets just a little odd.”
“Odd how?”
Clare's fingers moved across the keyboard and brought up a history. “It's all a joke.”
“Coco the clown?” Gwen smiled when she saw the images. “Original. She either wants to get our attention, or she wants to remain unseen. Whichever it is I like her style.“ She sighed. “Go a little further back, track her journey, there has to be an image somewhere.”
“Well, this is interesting!” Another voice came from across the room. “Coco the clown, Nemo, Skippy, Ronald McDonald, Judy Jetson, Mickey mouse, Topcat, Freddy Krueger and, her personal favourite, Tin-Tin.”
“She's been messing with the system again I take it.”
“Yep.”
“It's starting to get a little annoying, but I do respect her sense of humour.” She smiled. “It's very Torchwood.”
“Hold on a minute, I'm getting something. You're going to want to see this!”
Gwen jogged over to the other computer station and stared at the screen. “Tim, is that who I think it is?”
“Captain Jack Harkness.” He pressed a few buttons. “By the looks of it he's been hanging around quite a lot recently, but always disappears from the system as soon as he steps into the Cromwell estate.”
“That's odd.” She leaned over him. “When did he first show up?”
“Just let me cross reference the systems...” It took a moment for the information to appear. “2010,” he said, “January 4th on the Cromwell estate.”
“Bloody Hell.”
“He's returned a lot sine then. Several sightings all together, then nothing for months.”
“He's visiting,” she said, “And I think I know who.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack followed Mica a little further, watching her as she approached the wooded area of the park and looked around. Mica looked over in his direction and he took a dive into the bush, landing uncomfortably with a thick twig in a place that a twig had no business to be. Jack clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip and squeezed out a few painful tears before removing the leafy branch from between his legs; it had been a long time since he had tracked anyone, and he didn't remember it ever hurting so much.
Mica put down her rucksack behind a tree and opened it; she pulled out two guns and loaded them, then pushed them into the waistband of her jeans. She loaded another and held it in her hand as she moved silently, checking her PDA at the same time.
A familiar sound came from the other side of the Park and Jack knew it immediately. He looked over and saw them, three large Weevils closing in on Mica, but she knew they were coming. She ran at them, kicking one in the face whilst she shot the other; the third was taken out by her elbow and the fourth that lurked in the dark just growled. Jack watched as she put a bullet through another Weevil's head, right between the eyes, and kicked the third down to the ground. She stood on it's neck, her foot just a breath away from it's jaws and emptied the barrel into its chest.
Mica threw the empty gun towards her rucksack and pulled out the others from her belt as she walked around slowly, creeping around in the darkness, waiting. She caught the site of the fourth Weevil, and from quite a distance, shot it with both guns until it fell where it stood.
Jack could see a Weevil behind her that she couldn't, sneaking up silently with salivating teeth and dead eyes. Whatever signal she was looking at didn't tell her it was there; he watched it as it got closer, edging towards the young girl, and growled. There were others, too many for her to handle, and she was surrounded by growls and teeth and eyes. She fired her gun at three of them and took them out, but when she went to shoot the fourth the barrel was empty.
~~~~~*~~~~~
“I think our little Zorro might be in a spot of bother!” Gwen picked up her guns and tucked them into her belt. “There's loads of Weevils out there and she's good, but she's not immortal.” She pulled Tim up by the hood of his shirt. “You come with me, Claire you're my eyes and ears.”
“What are you going to do?” The blonde turned around from the computer and looked at her.
“She might not be one of us yet, but I can't stand by and watch a pack of Weevils tear her limb by limb. Besides, I really want to know who she is and I'm getting to the bottom of this tonight!”
“What about Harkness?”
“I'm bringing him in. He's got a lot of explaining to do.”
~~~~~*~~~~~
Jack could see Mica baking away towards him, unarmed and scared; she kicked one between the eyes and punched the other, but it didn't stop them.
“Over here!” Jack stumbled out from the bush whistled to get their attention. “Remember me?”
They focussed their attention on Jack and left Mica alone, wandering closer to him and exploring a scent that they recognised from a long time ago.
“No Weevil spray and clamps today boys, just you and me. Just like the good old days.”
“Jack!” Mica's voice spat at him from his left. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving your ass!” Jack said.
“I was coping!”
“Could have fooled me.” Jack braced himself as the two Weevils launched themselves at him, biting his arms and his neck. He groaned and kicked them off one by one, then picked a stick up from the ground, using it to strike them over the head. “Who do you think you are, Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”
“Who?”
“It was a TV show,” Jack groaned, “Good cast actually, musical episodes weren't bad!”
“Thanks for the pop culture lesson Uncle Jack, but I'm really not sure this is the time.”
He heard a shot and one of the Weevils dropped to the ground, paralysed; the other gnawed away at his neck, stronger than Jack remembered, and tried to chew through his jugular.
“There's too many of them!” Jack said, pushing one off him just ss the other one attacked. “Run!”
“I'm not leaving you!”
“Listen to your uncle Jack and just run!”
“I don't run, that's not who I am.” Mica scrambled to find the extra tranquillizers in her bag and loaded them into the barrel of the gun quickly, then fired three of the four shots into the pack of Weevils. Only one remained and it was at Jack's neck, too strong for him to fight.
“Just run!” Jack shouted. “I'll be fine!”
Mica fired a shot into the back of the Weevil's head, but it was too late.
Jack let out an almighty roar as the teeth ripped through his neck. The last thing he remembered was the crunching of bones and blood; his world faded to black.
~~~~~*~~~~~
PART 5 IS NOW HERE