Torchwood/Doctor Who - fic - Authentic Queers, Jack, Martha, team, OCs, PG-13
Series - Then I Would Have My Own Bordellos
Title - Authentic Queers
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Martha, team, OCs
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - approx 1,850 words
Spoilers - New Who 3.11-13, Torchwood 2.6 Reset
Summary - Martha’s visit to Cardiff, set in my Then I Would Have My Own Bordellos AU
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
This continues on from My Name Would Then Be Handsome Jack
Authentic Queers
by Laura
However he’d done it, whoever he’d spoken to, he’d found her.
“I would love you to come and see Tempus Fugit for yourself, Martha Jones,” Jack had said in his letter, providing directions.
Oh, and a hotel room. A very nice, very big hotel room, in a very nice hotel.
So here Martha was, in Cardiff, on a very wet Saturday afternoon, standing outside Jack’s… bordello.
Despite the all assurances of safety, wanting to be there, and protection he’d given her, she was still rather unsure about the whole business. But she took a deep breath, and decided, once again, to trust Jack. It had worked before, and they’d helped save the world. “Can’t be any worse than late shift in A&E,” she told herself, pressing the entrance buzzer.
Seconds later, he opened the front door. “Hello, Jack. I came,” she said.
“Not yet, honey,” he replied, winking, “but we can arrange that. If you want.” Martha simply gaped at him, then shook her head, and chuckled to herself. She had fed him the line, after all. It might have been unwittingly. Then again, it might not. Jack just grinned back, then leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Good to see you, Martha Jones. Welcome to Tempus Fugit.”
“Time flies,” she observed.
He nodded, smiled at her. “Like a good doc, someone knows her Latin. Yeah, it does, when you’re having fun. And there’s plenty of that to be had here. C’mon, come and see, Dr Jones.”
He took her hand in both of his, encouraging her inside. Martha took another deep breath, repeated her reassurances to herself, and said, stepping over Tempus Fugit’s threshold, “Okay, then, Captain Jack Harkness, show me some of your beautiful people.”
“Gladly,” he replied, with a smile, letting go of her hand to close the door. “I want you to meet my other beautiful people, my management team first, though. Our police liaison’s gonna drop by, too. It’s not her scheduled day, she just wants to say hello as well.”
Martha nodded, and looked around, took in her surroundings. They were at one end of a long, well-lit corridor, with a few doors at either side. A man and a woman about her age stood at the other end, by the big double doors. From their clothes, or almost lack thereof, they looked like they were… selling, but who knew, in this place.
“Jack?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
Martha wanted to know about the people she saw, but she really wasn’t sure what she should be asking. She eventually decided to go with her first thought, and just whispered, “Are that couple offering sex in exchange for money?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied, grinning, “and almost always as a package. Customers want to try a threesome for the first time, they know to ask for Maria and Aled.”
They were about to walk down the corridor when the door buzzed. Jack opened it, and a dark-haired woman in a police uniform stood there. “Hello,” she greeted, stepping inside. “You must be Martha Jones, sweetheart.”
“Perfect timing, ladies. Okay, introductions. Dr Jones, Gwen Cooper, the police liaison to this fine establishment of mine. Gwen makes sure everyone’s still okay to be here, and looks real hot while she does it, too. PC Cooper, Martha Jones, my nightingale.”
From Gwen’s slightly wicked grin, Martha had to wonder just what stories Jack had told his team about her.
“C’mon, then, my office,” he said, turning to walk backwards along the corridor for a few steps, “More people to meet.”
Jack then started walking forwards, and Martha turned to Gwen. They gave each other exactly the same look of fond exasperation, accompanied by an eye-roll, before following the Captain down the hall.
Maria and Aled were kissing when they went past them. Maria caught Martha’s eye, and winked at her.
Someone else thought she merited attention, another look, Martha considered, and smiled to herself.
***
Jack’s office was a large, bright place, with windows looking out over the bay. The pictures that filled two of the walls were of people. On their own, as part of a couple, or even in a threesome, they were all in various states of undress and intimacy.
It didn’t surprise Martha in the least that Jack himself was in a few of the pictures: almost kissing another man, about to sleep with a couple of women
“The shoes, that’s me, that is, Martha,” Gwen said, drawing Martha’s attention to the black and white photograph of a pair of feet wearing strappy, eyelet-covered, black stilettos. She leant close, and continued, in a stage whisper, “Five inch heels. Jack had something to thank me for. Toshiko took pictures, like he’d promised she would, and Jack finally decided to tell me that they were going to be --"
Martha had to cut Gwen off, because she knew Jack, knew the pictures, and suspected: “-- used to advertise the services of Tempus Fugit?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jack replied. They turned to look at him, saw him leaning back in his blue leather chair, smirking away. “Would you like to do the same, Martha Jones? That burgundy leather jacket you’ve got is fabulous, but I think bright red might work even better against the lovely dark tone of your skin, though. What do you reckon, PC Cooper?”
Before Martha could say a word, Gwen looked at her feet. “I could ask Tosh to find a pair like that right now, Jack, then bring them and her camera in here.”
“You go do that, Gwen,” Jack said, and Martha watched her start to leave.
But she stopped, and with a grin, replied, “You’re an evil bastard, you are, Jack Harkness.”
In response to that, Gwen got the smile with too many teeth. “You bet, honey.” Jack rose from his chair (it was the same blue as the TARDIS’ outside, she could now see), approached Martha, and set his hands on her shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart, and breathe. We can leave that until the next time you’re here.”
Then he quickly ducked away.
“Oh, there’s gonna be a next time, is there, mister?” Martha asked, arms folded, pretending to glare at him.
“There sure is, Dr Jones,” Jack said. His whole mood changed as he continued, “I’ve a helluva lot to repay you for, and giving you a good time here is pretty much the only way I’ve got. Shoe size?”
“Six, Jack…” She had to trail off, shaking her head, because she had no real reply to the rest of his words. Thankfully, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Jack called, while Martha breathed a sigh of relief.
As he moved away from her, took his seat again, the door opened; a man wearing a labcoat and a woman in a skirt and blouse walked in. “Captain, Gwen,” he greeted, pushing the door almost closed. He held out his hand to her. “Dr Martha Jones?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” she replied, shaking the hand.
“Dr Owen Harper.”
“Owen’s our doc and shrink, Martha,” Jack told her. “Toshiko’s my assistant manager, tech officer, chief geisha girl and photographer. She took all these sexy as hell pictures. Hey, who’s running the place, if we’re all in here?”
“Ianto, of course,” Owen said.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, laughing.
“But he’s bringing us coffee, so then we really will be screwed.”
They shared another laugh, and it occurred to Martha that Toshiko seemed reluctant to speak to her. Jack had explained why this might be the case when he wrote to her, but it still rather hurt. Martha tried: “That was some bloody good hacking in Torchwood you did, Toshiko. And these pictures are amazing.”
“Thank you, Martha,” Toshiko replied, now smiling a little. “Has Jack persuaded you into being photographed, yet?”
“He might have,” Martha said, matching Toshiko’s smile.
“That’s a ‘yes’, then. Doesn’t take very much,” Owen remarked.
“Harkness charm, kids,” Jack said, a smirk on his lips, “Harkness charm.”
It was then that the door was pushed open. “Coffee, ladies and gentlemen,” the young man who must be Ianto said, depositing the tray on Jack’s desk. “Help yourselves to milk, cream and sugar.”
“Thank you, Ianto!” Jack called. “Hey, wait up a minute,” he added. “Ianto Jones, this is the lovely Dr Martha Jones. Martha, Ianto.”
“Lovely to meet you, Martha,” Ianto said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to being the only person available to be in charge at the moment.”
He left, closing the door behind him, and Jack just said, “We dabble, Ianto and I. We’d love one of those cute little red berets the UNIT boys and girls wear.”
“I’ll see what I can do, Jack,” Martha replied, somehow managing to be steady. There must be one she could smuggle out.
***
They talked over coffee, and when it was all gone, Jack shooed Tosh and Owen from his office.
“You still wanna meet some of my other beautiful people?” he asked Martha.
“Yes, Jack. You wanted me to come and see, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“Okay, then.” Nodding, Jack consulted his computer screen, then rose from his chair “You and Gwen can talk; I’ll go get a few people.”
Jack left the office, and Gwen said to her, “I’m sure Jack’s told you, but everyone who works, worked for, or is taken in by Tempus Fugit is under his protection.”
“That was one of the things he said, yeah.”
“Whatever reason they have, however they got here, they all want to be with him, to sell sex. I come here once a week to check that they’re all happy, safe, and still want to be here, Martha.”
“And if anyone wants to leave…?”
“Jack, Owen and I talk to them --"
Gwen was interrupted by the door being pushed open. Martha and Gwen turned around at the noise, and watched Jack stride back in. Following him were the couple she’d seen in the hallway.
“Martha, Aled and Maria Davies, some of my beautiful people. Aled and Maria, Dr Martha Jones, my beautiful little nightingale.”
“She’s bloody gorgeous, she is, Captain!” Maria called, winking at her again. She and Aled took her hands in theirs, and pulled her up out of the chair. “Come on, Martha, come and talk to us.”
Before she was walked out of the office, Jack leant close, whispering in her ear, “And if you wanna turn it into dancing, sweetheart…”
Jack’s meaning was evident from his tone, and as the three of them left the office, went down the corridor, Martha remembered what he’d said earlier. Maybe events would progress that way, but first she wanted to ask Maria and Aled a whole heap of questions. And she knew what those questions were, now.
There was clearly a lot of love here, along with all the sex for sale, in so very many ways.
If she could understand from this working couple just how that combination worked, Martha knew she’d be completely okay with Tempus Fugit, and the way Jack Harkness had lived his long, eventful life.
-end-
More "...Bordellos" in the next post!
Title - Authentic Queers
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Martha, team, OCs
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - approx 1,850 words
Spoilers - New Who 3.11-13, Torchwood 2.6 Reset
Summary - Martha’s visit to Cardiff, set in my Then I Would Have My Own Bordellos AU
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
This continues on from My Name Would Then Be Handsome Jack
Authentic Queers
by Laura
However he’d done it, whoever he’d spoken to, he’d found her.
“I would love you to come and see Tempus Fugit for yourself, Martha Jones,” Jack had said in his letter, providing directions.
Oh, and a hotel room. A very nice, very big hotel room, in a very nice hotel.
So here Martha was, in Cardiff, on a very wet Saturday afternoon, standing outside Jack’s… bordello.
Despite the all assurances of safety, wanting to be there, and protection he’d given her, she was still rather unsure about the whole business. But she took a deep breath, and decided, once again, to trust Jack. It had worked before, and they’d helped save the world. “Can’t be any worse than late shift in A&E,” she told herself, pressing the entrance buzzer.
Seconds later, he opened the front door. “Hello, Jack. I came,” she said.
“Not yet, honey,” he replied, winking, “but we can arrange that. If you want.” Martha simply gaped at him, then shook her head, and chuckled to herself. She had fed him the line, after all. It might have been unwittingly. Then again, it might not. Jack just grinned back, then leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Good to see you, Martha Jones. Welcome to Tempus Fugit.”
“Time flies,” she observed.
He nodded, smiled at her. “Like a good doc, someone knows her Latin. Yeah, it does, when you’re having fun. And there’s plenty of that to be had here. C’mon, come and see, Dr Jones.”
He took her hand in both of his, encouraging her inside. Martha took another deep breath, repeated her reassurances to herself, and said, stepping over Tempus Fugit’s threshold, “Okay, then, Captain Jack Harkness, show me some of your beautiful people.”
“Gladly,” he replied, with a smile, letting go of her hand to close the door. “I want you to meet my other beautiful people, my management team first, though. Our police liaison’s gonna drop by, too. It’s not her scheduled day, she just wants to say hello as well.”
Martha nodded, and looked around, took in her surroundings. They were at one end of a long, well-lit corridor, with a few doors at either side. A man and a woman about her age stood at the other end, by the big double doors. From their clothes, or almost lack thereof, they looked like they were… selling, but who knew, in this place.
“Jack?” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
Martha wanted to know about the people she saw, but she really wasn’t sure what she should be asking. She eventually decided to go with her first thought, and just whispered, “Are that couple offering sex in exchange for money?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied, grinning, “and almost always as a package. Customers want to try a threesome for the first time, they know to ask for Maria and Aled.”
They were about to walk down the corridor when the door buzzed. Jack opened it, and a dark-haired woman in a police uniform stood there. “Hello,” she greeted, stepping inside. “You must be Martha Jones, sweetheart.”
“Perfect timing, ladies. Okay, introductions. Dr Jones, Gwen Cooper, the police liaison to this fine establishment of mine. Gwen makes sure everyone’s still okay to be here, and looks real hot while she does it, too. PC Cooper, Martha Jones, my nightingale.”
From Gwen’s slightly wicked grin, Martha had to wonder just what stories Jack had told his team about her.
“C’mon, then, my office,” he said, turning to walk backwards along the corridor for a few steps, “More people to meet.”
Jack then started walking forwards, and Martha turned to Gwen. They gave each other exactly the same look of fond exasperation, accompanied by an eye-roll, before following the Captain down the hall.
Maria and Aled were kissing when they went past them. Maria caught Martha’s eye, and winked at her.
Someone else thought she merited attention, another look, Martha considered, and smiled to herself.
***
Jack’s office was a large, bright place, with windows looking out over the bay. The pictures that filled two of the walls were of people. On their own, as part of a couple, or even in a threesome, they were all in various states of undress and intimacy.
It didn’t surprise Martha in the least that Jack himself was in a few of the pictures: almost kissing another man, about to sleep with a couple of women
“The shoes, that’s me, that is, Martha,” Gwen said, drawing Martha’s attention to the black and white photograph of a pair of feet wearing strappy, eyelet-covered, black stilettos. She leant close, and continued, in a stage whisper, “Five inch heels. Jack had something to thank me for. Toshiko took pictures, like he’d promised she would, and Jack finally decided to tell me that they were going to be --"
Martha had to cut Gwen off, because she knew Jack, knew the pictures, and suspected: “-- used to advertise the services of Tempus Fugit?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jack replied. They turned to look at him, saw him leaning back in his blue leather chair, smirking away. “Would you like to do the same, Martha Jones? That burgundy leather jacket you’ve got is fabulous, but I think bright red might work even better against the lovely dark tone of your skin, though. What do you reckon, PC Cooper?”
Before Martha could say a word, Gwen looked at her feet. “I could ask Tosh to find a pair like that right now, Jack, then bring them and her camera in here.”
“You go do that, Gwen,” Jack said, and Martha watched her start to leave.
But she stopped, and with a grin, replied, “You’re an evil bastard, you are, Jack Harkness.”
In response to that, Gwen got the smile with too many teeth. “You bet, honey.” Jack rose from his chair (it was the same blue as the TARDIS’ outside, she could now see), approached Martha, and set his hands on her shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart, and breathe. We can leave that until the next time you’re here.”
Then he quickly ducked away.
“Oh, there’s gonna be a next time, is there, mister?” Martha asked, arms folded, pretending to glare at him.
“There sure is, Dr Jones,” Jack said. His whole mood changed as he continued, “I’ve a helluva lot to repay you for, and giving you a good time here is pretty much the only way I’ve got. Shoe size?”
“Six, Jack…” She had to trail off, shaking her head, because she had no real reply to the rest of his words. Thankfully, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Jack called, while Martha breathed a sigh of relief.
As he moved away from her, took his seat again, the door opened; a man wearing a labcoat and a woman in a skirt and blouse walked in. “Captain, Gwen,” he greeted, pushing the door almost closed. He held out his hand to her. “Dr Martha Jones?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” she replied, shaking the hand.
“Dr Owen Harper.”
“Owen’s our doc and shrink, Martha,” Jack told her. “Toshiko’s my assistant manager, tech officer, chief geisha girl and photographer. She took all these sexy as hell pictures. Hey, who’s running the place, if we’re all in here?”
“Ianto, of course,” Owen said.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed, laughing.
“But he’s bringing us coffee, so then we really will be screwed.”
They shared another laugh, and it occurred to Martha that Toshiko seemed reluctant to speak to her. Jack had explained why this might be the case when he wrote to her, but it still rather hurt. Martha tried: “That was some bloody good hacking in Torchwood you did, Toshiko. And these pictures are amazing.”
“Thank you, Martha,” Toshiko replied, now smiling a little. “Has Jack persuaded you into being photographed, yet?”
“He might have,” Martha said, matching Toshiko’s smile.
“That’s a ‘yes’, then. Doesn’t take very much,” Owen remarked.
“Harkness charm, kids,” Jack said, a smirk on his lips, “Harkness charm.”
It was then that the door was pushed open. “Coffee, ladies and gentlemen,” the young man who must be Ianto said, depositing the tray on Jack’s desk. “Help yourselves to milk, cream and sugar.”
“Thank you, Ianto!” Jack called. “Hey, wait up a minute,” he added. “Ianto Jones, this is the lovely Dr Martha Jones. Martha, Ianto.”
“Lovely to meet you, Martha,” Ianto said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to being the only person available to be in charge at the moment.”
He left, closing the door behind him, and Jack just said, “We dabble, Ianto and I. We’d love one of those cute little red berets the UNIT boys and girls wear.”
“I’ll see what I can do, Jack,” Martha replied, somehow managing to be steady. There must be one she could smuggle out.
***
They talked over coffee, and when it was all gone, Jack shooed Tosh and Owen from his office.
“You still wanna meet some of my other beautiful people?” he asked Martha.
“Yes, Jack. You wanted me to come and see, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“Okay, then.” Nodding, Jack consulted his computer screen, then rose from his chair “You and Gwen can talk; I’ll go get a few people.”
Jack left the office, and Gwen said to her, “I’m sure Jack’s told you, but everyone who works, worked for, or is taken in by Tempus Fugit is under his protection.”
“That was one of the things he said, yeah.”
“Whatever reason they have, however they got here, they all want to be with him, to sell sex. I come here once a week to check that they’re all happy, safe, and still want to be here, Martha.”
“And if anyone wants to leave…?”
“Jack, Owen and I talk to them --"
Gwen was interrupted by the door being pushed open. Martha and Gwen turned around at the noise, and watched Jack stride back in. Following him were the couple she’d seen in the hallway.
“Martha, Aled and Maria Davies, some of my beautiful people. Aled and Maria, Dr Martha Jones, my beautiful little nightingale.”
“She’s bloody gorgeous, she is, Captain!” Maria called, winking at her again. She and Aled took her hands in theirs, and pulled her up out of the chair. “Come on, Martha, come and talk to us.”
Before she was walked out of the office, Jack leant close, whispering in her ear, “And if you wanna turn it into dancing, sweetheart…”
Jack’s meaning was evident from his tone, and as the three of them left the office, went down the corridor, Martha remembered what he’d said earlier. Maybe events would progress that way, but first she wanted to ask Maria and Aled a whole heap of questions. And she knew what those questions were, now.
There was clearly a lot of love here, along with all the sex for sale, in so very many ways.
If she could understand from this working couple just how that combination worked, Martha knew she’d be completely okay with Tempus Fugit, and the way Jack Harkness had lived his long, eventful life.
-end-
More "...Bordellos" in the next post!