[fic] Bloody Torchwood (3/18)
Title: Bloody Torchwood (3/18)
Author: noscrubs12345
sirius100 Prompt: Variations on Reality (original)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Sirius Black knew there was something he didn't like about Cardiff. He just didn't expect it to be a rift in time and space. But, once taken, will he be able to make it back to the wizarding world? Or will he be stuck with bloody Torchwood if his friends don't find him first? And what does a mysterious blonde woman have to do with the strange blue box hidden inside the Department of Mysteries?
Warnings: crossover, spoilers through Torchwood series two and Doctor Who series four
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Russell T Davies, the BBC, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Well, this is awkward. It took two years to write this and another four to post it. To say I've been busy with uni and RL is a massive, massive understatement.
Missed the beginning?: Part I || Part II
or
Bloody Torchwood @ AO3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The was a slight chill in the Hogsmeade air that made Remus pull his cloak tighter around himself as he walked towards the Three Broomsticks. The streets felt too empty without students flitting from shop to shop, chattering about Zonko’s latest product or who they had seen with who through Madam Puddifoot’s window. It felt odd and there was a charge in the air, the scent of ozone oppressive to Remus’s senses; he shivered as he passed a slur of graffiti on one of the boarded up shop fronts.
Remus quickened his pace, hurrying past an alleyway before darting across the street to the Three Broomsticks. He threw open the door and ignored the shrunken heads as they cajoled him about his hair cut, or, rather, his lack thereof. His eyes searched the pub, empty besides Madam Rosmerta behind the bar. She looked up from her copy of Witch Weekly when the door slammed shut and smiled at him. An advertisement for Lupo Cattivo Cosmetics stared up at him from the magazine as he walked towards the bar.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” she called, lowering the magazine and holding her place with a finger. “I haven’t seen you in here since...well, since I don’t know when.”
Remus faked a smile as he shrugged out of his cloak. “Things have been a bit busy. James isn’t here already by any chance, is he?”
Rosmerta frowned, looking at the door hiding the staircase to the upper floor. “He stormed in here a few minutes ago with Dumbledore. Seemed a bit off, though. Is everything all right? He and Lily didn’t have another row, did they?”
“No. Some things have just come up with work.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Are they upstairs?”
“I've put them in number three.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “This isn’t Order business, is it? I could maybe pull a late dinner together. I’ve got some shepherd’s pie in the kitchen. If you wanted, that is.”
Remus smiled at her and draped his cloak over his arm. “That won’t be necessary, Rosie. Make sure we’re not disturbed, yeah?”
Rosmerta sighed. “No one to bother you with business the way it is. I’ve hardly had any customers at all these past few weeks.”
Remus stared at her, shocked. “I thought you always did well during the summer holidays? Tourism being what it is and all.”
“So did I,” she said and went back to her magazine. “Ever since that thing just appeared out of nowhere on the high street everyone’s been scarce.”
“What thing?” Remus felt his heart skip a beat. “When did this happen?”
“I dunno what it was,” Rosmerta said, looking out through the window into the street. “It was some sort of big blue box. It felt like something was wrong with it.”
“Wrong how?” Remus frowned, wondering how a box couldn't "feel" right, when a bright blue light flashed across Rosmerta's face and winced as a noise like thunder clashed outside.
“Just...wrong. Like it was in pain. Grieving, almost.”
He followed her gaze and saw a woman running out of the alley across the street. She was blonde, dressed in jeans and a purple jacket, and there was something about her that made the wolf howl and rage inside him. He watched as she looked down the street, eyes darting as she appeared to gather her bearings. He felt his heart beat a little faster as she looked through the pub’s window. He shuddered as she looked away and took a step off the pavement. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and Remus quickly turned back to Rosmerta.
“What happened to it?” he asked her.
“Some blokes from the Ministry came. Unspeakables, I think. They seemed an odd sort,” Rosmerta answered absently. “Said it was something to do with You-Know-Who and took it back to London with them.”
“Then why isn’t anyone out?” Remus said and looked up as the pub door opened, sending the shrunken heads into a frenzy about Muggles as the blonde entered.
“Too scared, I suppose.” Rosmerta gave the woman a polite smile and stood, tucking her magazine under the bar. "I'll be with you in a minute, love." Turning to Remus, she said, “It just feels like something else is out there, like something’s coming.”
“What’s coming?” Remus asked and looked back at the woman as she leaned against the door.
“The Darkness.” Rosmerta shook herself and gave him a small smile as she pointed at the stairwell. “Number three. Don’t keep them waiting. If you need anything, let me know.”
Remus nodded at her and turned on his heel. As he moved towards the staircase, he saw the blonde move across the room to the bar.
“Now that’s something I’ve heard before,” he heard her say and squeezed his eyes shut as gold light and strange music fought to fill his mind and overpower him like the moonrise. He hand to reach out and brace himself against the wall to keep from falling.
Remus ignored the strange sensations and stumbled up the stairs onto the landing. He took a deep breath to collect himself, and, with a sigh, tucked his cloak against his chest and strode to number three on legs that felt like jelly. His raised a hand and knocked three times in quick succession.
***
Jack groaned as one of their mobiles ringing cut though the room. He turned over and muttered an apology at Ianto’s stifled “oomph!”
“Don’t answer it,” he said as he felt Ianto shift beside him. “It’s too early.”
“It’s half ten already,” Ianto said, poking Jack’s shoulder. He whimpered as Ianto shifted away to flick the lamp on. “And it’s not my phone.”
“Fuck it.” Jack nestled further down into the duvet and scooted back into Ianto’s solid warmth beside him.
He tried not to grin at Ianto’s exasperated sigh.
“What if it’s important?”
“They’ll call back.”
“Like you said the palace would?”
Jack sighed in relief when the ringing stopped. “I still say Charlie boy could have called Archie if was that important.”
“Of yes. I’m sure he could have.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “Only you would try to fob the Prince of Wales off on Glasgow.”
“Ianto, that’s beside the point. Anyway, he got-“ Jack started, only to be interrupted as the mobile started to ring again. He moaned and pulled the duvet over his head. “Why me?”
“It’s not like you’re the boss or anything,” Ianto said, deadpan, and rolled his eyes again.
“I don’t know why people keep assuming that.”
Ianto grinned and shifted under the duvet, pulling it closer to his chin. “You going to get that?”
“Tell them I’m not here.”
Ianto drew in a breath and mentally counted to three before pressing his cold feet to Jack’s backside.
He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing as Jack yelped and sat up, scooting as far away from Ianto as he could.
“Jesus, Ianto! What’s under there? Ice?”
Ianto chuckled, admiring the view as Jack got out of bed and started to search through the clothes on the floor for his mobile.
“The guy I’m sleeping with is a cover hog,” he shrugged, tucking his feet under him and pulling the duvet around himself for effect.
“Brat,” Jack said and he pulled the phone from his trouser pocket. He flipped it open and ran a hand through his hair as he raised it to his ear. “Harkness.” He paused and grinned as the person on the other end of the line said something. “Now that’s no way to say hello, Helen. What can I do for you?”
Ianto leaned back against the headboard and absently picked at a loose thread on the duvet as he watched Jack move to the chest of drawers.
Ianto nodded his thanks as Jack tossed him a pair of boxers briefs. He threw the duvet aside as he climbed out of the bed and quickly slipped the underwear on. Jack turned back to the drawer and Ianto rolled his eyes as the man took a pair of briefs from the bottom of a pile, leaving the others askew. He didn’t miss Jack’s shoulders tensing as he slid the drawer back in and stood up straight.
“The Devil’s what?” he said and met Ianto’s eyes in the mirror. “I’m not sure I’m following you.”
Ianto walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, chin resting on his shoulder as Jack listened to Helen.
“Give us half an hour or so,” Jack said and Ianto tightened his grip on his middle. “We’ll be there.”
Ianto watched Jack as he rang off and angrily flipped the phone closed. The man let his head drop back onto Ianto’s shoulder, hands resting on top of Ianto’s.
Ianto shifted to kiss his temple. “Who?”
“That kid we picked up last night.” Jack took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“What’s happened with him?” Ianto asked, loosening his arms and taking a half-step back.
Jack squeezed Ianto’s hands. “You’re never going to believe this.”
"Try me."
“How much do you know about hell hounds?”
Part IV
Author: noscrubs12345
sirius100 Prompt: Variations on Reality (original)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Sirius Black knew there was something he didn't like about Cardiff. He just didn't expect it to be a rift in time and space. But, once taken, will he be able to make it back to the wizarding world? Or will he be stuck with bloody Torchwood if his friends don't find him first? And what does a mysterious blonde woman have to do with the strange blue box hidden inside the Department of Mysteries?
Warnings: crossover, spoilers through Torchwood series two and Doctor Who series four
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Russell T Davies, the BBC, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Well, this is awkward. It took two years to write this and another four to post it. To say I've been busy with uni and RL is a massive, massive understatement.
Missed the beginning?: Part I || Part II
or
Bloody Torchwood @ AO3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The was a slight chill in the Hogsmeade air that made Remus pull his cloak tighter around himself as he walked towards the Three Broomsticks. The streets felt too empty without students flitting from shop to shop, chattering about Zonko’s latest product or who they had seen with who through Madam Puddifoot’s window. It felt odd and there was a charge in the air, the scent of ozone oppressive to Remus’s senses; he shivered as he passed a slur of graffiti on one of the boarded up shop fronts.
Remus quickened his pace, hurrying past an alleyway before darting across the street to the Three Broomsticks. He threw open the door and ignored the shrunken heads as they cajoled him about his hair cut, or, rather, his lack thereof. His eyes searched the pub, empty besides Madam Rosmerta behind the bar. She looked up from her copy of Witch Weekly when the door slammed shut and smiled at him. An advertisement for Lupo Cattivo Cosmetics stared up at him from the magazine as he walked towards the bar.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” she called, lowering the magazine and holding her place with a finger. “I haven’t seen you in here since...well, since I don’t know when.”
Remus faked a smile as he shrugged out of his cloak. “Things have been a bit busy. James isn’t here already by any chance, is he?”
Rosmerta frowned, looking at the door hiding the staircase to the upper floor. “He stormed in here a few minutes ago with Dumbledore. Seemed a bit off, though. Is everything all right? He and Lily didn’t have another row, did they?”
“No. Some things have just come up with work.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Are they upstairs?”
“I've put them in number three.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “This isn’t Order business, is it? I could maybe pull a late dinner together. I’ve got some shepherd’s pie in the kitchen. If you wanted, that is.”
Remus smiled at her and draped his cloak over his arm. “That won’t be necessary, Rosie. Make sure we’re not disturbed, yeah?”
Rosmerta sighed. “No one to bother you with business the way it is. I’ve hardly had any customers at all these past few weeks.”
Remus stared at her, shocked. “I thought you always did well during the summer holidays? Tourism being what it is and all.”
“So did I,” she said and went back to her magazine. “Ever since that thing just appeared out of nowhere on the high street everyone’s been scarce.”
“What thing?” Remus felt his heart skip a beat. “When did this happen?”
“I dunno what it was,” Rosmerta said, looking out through the window into the street. “It was some sort of big blue box. It felt like something was wrong with it.”
“Wrong how?” Remus frowned, wondering how a box couldn't "feel" right, when a bright blue light flashed across Rosmerta's face and winced as a noise like thunder clashed outside.
“Just...wrong. Like it was in pain. Grieving, almost.”
He followed her gaze and saw a woman running out of the alley across the street. She was blonde, dressed in jeans and a purple jacket, and there was something about her that made the wolf howl and rage inside him. He watched as she looked down the street, eyes darting as she appeared to gather her bearings. He felt his heart beat a little faster as she looked through the pub’s window. He shuddered as she looked away and took a step off the pavement. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and Remus quickly turned back to Rosmerta.
“What happened to it?” he asked her.
“Some blokes from the Ministry came. Unspeakables, I think. They seemed an odd sort,” Rosmerta answered absently. “Said it was something to do with You-Know-Who and took it back to London with them.”
“Then why isn’t anyone out?” Remus said and looked up as the pub door opened, sending the shrunken heads into a frenzy about Muggles as the blonde entered.
“Too scared, I suppose.” Rosmerta gave the woman a polite smile and stood, tucking her magazine under the bar. "I'll be with you in a minute, love." Turning to Remus, she said, “It just feels like something else is out there, like something’s coming.”
“What’s coming?” Remus asked and looked back at the woman as she leaned against the door.
“The Darkness.” Rosmerta shook herself and gave him a small smile as she pointed at the stairwell. “Number three. Don’t keep them waiting. If you need anything, let me know.”
Remus nodded at her and turned on his heel. As he moved towards the staircase, he saw the blonde move across the room to the bar.
“Now that’s something I’ve heard before,” he heard her say and squeezed his eyes shut as gold light and strange music fought to fill his mind and overpower him like the moonrise. He hand to reach out and brace himself against the wall to keep from falling.
Remus ignored the strange sensations and stumbled up the stairs onto the landing. He took a deep breath to collect himself, and, with a sigh, tucked his cloak against his chest and strode to number three on legs that felt like jelly. His raised a hand and knocked three times in quick succession.
***
Jack groaned as one of their mobiles ringing cut though the room. He turned over and muttered an apology at Ianto’s stifled “oomph!”
“Don’t answer it,” he said as he felt Ianto shift beside him. “It’s too early.”
“It’s half ten already,” Ianto said, poking Jack’s shoulder. He whimpered as Ianto shifted away to flick the lamp on. “And it’s not my phone.”
“Fuck it.” Jack nestled further down into the duvet and scooted back into Ianto’s solid warmth beside him.
He tried not to grin at Ianto’s exasperated sigh.
“What if it’s important?”
“They’ll call back.”
“Like you said the palace would?”
Jack sighed in relief when the ringing stopped. “I still say Charlie boy could have called Archie if was that important.”
“Of yes. I’m sure he could have.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “Only you would try to fob the Prince of Wales off on Glasgow.”
“Ianto, that’s beside the point. Anyway, he got-“ Jack started, only to be interrupted as the mobile started to ring again. He moaned and pulled the duvet over his head. “Why me?”
“It’s not like you’re the boss or anything,” Ianto said, deadpan, and rolled his eyes again.
“I don’t know why people keep assuming that.”
Ianto grinned and shifted under the duvet, pulling it closer to his chin. “You going to get that?”
“Tell them I’m not here.”
Ianto drew in a breath and mentally counted to three before pressing his cold feet to Jack’s backside.
He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing as Jack yelped and sat up, scooting as far away from Ianto as he could.
“Jesus, Ianto! What’s under there? Ice?”
Ianto chuckled, admiring the view as Jack got out of bed and started to search through the clothes on the floor for his mobile.
“The guy I’m sleeping with is a cover hog,” he shrugged, tucking his feet under him and pulling the duvet around himself for effect.
“Brat,” Jack said and he pulled the phone from his trouser pocket. He flipped it open and ran a hand through his hair as he raised it to his ear. “Harkness.” He paused and grinned as the person on the other end of the line said something. “Now that’s no way to say hello, Helen. What can I do for you?”
Ianto leaned back against the headboard and absently picked at a loose thread on the duvet as he watched Jack move to the chest of drawers.
Ianto nodded his thanks as Jack tossed him a pair of boxers briefs. He threw the duvet aside as he climbed out of the bed and quickly slipped the underwear on. Jack turned back to the drawer and Ianto rolled his eyes as the man took a pair of briefs from the bottom of a pile, leaving the others askew. He didn’t miss Jack’s shoulders tensing as he slid the drawer back in and stood up straight.
“The Devil’s what?” he said and met Ianto’s eyes in the mirror. “I’m not sure I’m following you.”
Ianto walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, chin resting on his shoulder as Jack listened to Helen.
“Give us half an hour or so,” Jack said and Ianto tightened his grip on his middle. “We’ll be there.”
Ianto watched Jack as he rang off and angrily flipped the phone closed. The man let his head drop back onto Ianto’s shoulder, hands resting on top of Ianto’s.
Ianto shifted to kiss his temple. “Who?”
“That kid we picked up last night.” Jack took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“What’s happened with him?” Ianto asked, loosening his arms and taking a half-step back.
Jack squeezed Ianto’s hands. “You’re never going to believe this.”
"Try me."
“How much do you know about hell hounds?”
Part IV