Chapter 3: Day One, Take 2 - Part 3
Inspired by interactions in the Hotel California Panfandom RPG, this is a joint project between two women who adored the idea of Jack recruiting Buffy to Torchwood. Perhaps they adored it a little too much, but that remains to be seen.
Title: So Buffy Met Jack...
Authors: Amy tainted_crimson & Sarah magicom
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Torchwood
Spoilers: Through Buffy / Angel series finales and Torchwood Series 2 / Doctor Who Series 4.
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Everything is owned by Joss/Fox and Russell/BBC!
Summary: After spending a few weeks trapped in an extratemporal holding cell together, Captain Jack Harkness offered Buffy Summers a job at Torchwood. And how could she ever turn down an offer like that?
Chapters: 01, 02
DAY ONE, TAKE 2 - Part 3
Jack checked off the approval on the expense report in front of him, then signed it at the bottom with a flourish before looking up at Buffy. "Ianto will issue you with a security pass before the end of the day," he told her. "That will allow you to come and go as you please and you won't need an escort to get in like you did this morning," he said with a smile.
His expression became a little more serious. "He'll also be issuing you a firearm. Don't yell at him, I told him to do it. I know you made your stance on guns pretty clear, but I want you to carry one and you'll have to know how to use it, even if you never do. Have you ever fired a handgun before?"
Security passes were something she was very familiar with, though she doubted these would be magically encrypted like the ones at the New Council HQ, but the latter part of his words did not leave her smiling. "Yeah," she answered quietly, "once or twice. Don't worry," she quickly added, giving him a look, "I'm a perfect shot. Kinda part of the Slayer package, we're automatically amazing with weapons."
"Good," Jack said simply. The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly. "Of course, any other weapons you deem necessary in the execution of your duties will be entirely at your discretion," he assured her. "But if you need to purchase something, you have to get the requisition forms from Ianto first, or he will not reimburse you. And, just a heads up, sulking doesn't work on him... or pouting. Suggestive comments, on the other hand, will distract him temporarily, but don't, ultimately, sway his decisions regarding Hub-related paperwork." Jack pretended to go back to studying his paperwork. "Just FYI."
Buffy managed to keep a straight face for all of twenty seconds and she was very proud of herself for it. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," she managed between giggles, having to set her mug on the edge of his desk so she didn't spill the delicious brown liquid everywhere.
"Luckily, for everyone involved, I brought two giant trunks of weapons with me, and can have more magicked here from the NC with about ten minutes notice. Including that pretty pretty scythe I told you about," she explained with a beaming grin. She loved that weapon, and had only left it behind because the other Slayers would probably have more of a pressing need for it than she would, unless more alien demons popped up.
Jack nodded. "You can store those trunks of weapons here, if you want. I presume Gwen showed you the armoury? There's lots of space if you want them to hand."
Buffy nodded and picked up her mug again. "Armoury was seen, and found very lacking," she informed him. "You don't even have a rocket launcher! I had one of those when I was seventeen and you guys have been around for... what, a gazillion years? Tsk, tsk."
"First of all, Torchwood's only been around for 150 years or so," he corrected. "And second of all - you haven't seen our armoury in action. Some of those weapons are alien in origin. We have a couple that are the size of an assault rifle with the power of a rocket launcher."
He was quiet for a moment, signed another document and set it to the side. "Look, about your arrival... the issue Ianto had was with me, not with you," he told her carefully. "I want to make sure you understand that. I really think you two will get along well, it just takes him a bit of time to warm up to people."
Her hands wrapped around the still warm mug and nodded slowly. "I get it, Jack," she told him gently, wanting him to know that she harbored no ill feelings toward his boyfriend. "Especially with what happened... Unless someone throws sharp objects at me without me asking for it, I'm not taking any of it personally."
Jack smiled and cocked his head slightly before leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand. "Are there circumstances in which you'd be inclined to ask for something like that?" he asked, intrigued.
She narrowed her eyes at him warily. "Maybe," she said slowly, turning her head slightly like she was waiting for him to reveal a motive. Well, she knew the motive - it was Jack. "I've kinda gotten out of a training routine with the mostly desk job and meetingsness. Back in the field, need to get back into shape."
Jack leaned forward a bit further to peer over the desk at her. "You look pretty in-shape to me," he said flirtily. "But you have my attention," he added as he leaned back in his seat again. "What do you have in mind?"
Buffy put on a completely innocent look and suggested, "I could beat you up. That would be helpful to training stuff."
Jack looked at her over his coffee mug as he went to take a sip. "I'm immortal, not stupid," he reminded her with a smirk before continuing in a more serious tone. "If there is any equipment you need, just talk to Ianto. We have quite a few rooms in the sublevels that aren't currently in use. If you'd like to convert one for training purposes, that can be arranged."
Grinning like a kid at Christmas, she took a drink of coffee and swooned again. "That Ianto and I will definitely be spending a lot of time together," she told Jack with a teasing smile. "Amazing coffee and the go-to guy for getting trainingness. The shrine will be up by the end of the week."
Jack gave her a mock warning glare and wagged his finger at her. "Watch it," he said. "That one's spoken for, so you better keep it business-like."
Jack glanced at his watch and sighed. "Speaking of which, he'll kick my ass in a very business-like manner if I'm late for this stupid meeting." He got up from his desk. "I'll show you your work station on the way past," he told her. He waved to the paperwork in front of her that she was in the middle of filling out and the coffee mug beside it. "You can take that to your new desk with you," he said.
He lead her out of his office to an empty workstation in the Hub's main area. Gwen had recently taken up Owen's old station outside Jack's office, while Ianto had retained his station where he'd squeezed it in between the coffee machine and the spiral staircase. It seemed to Jack that Ianto had carved out his own little bit of workspace and that made it more personal to him, even if it was smaller than some of the other ones that were now available. Jack parked Buffy at what had previously been Gwen's station. Ianto passed them with a large insulated carafe and some files, heading for the stairs to the sublevels.
"You can finish up your paperwork, then you can get started here," he told her, tapping a few keys on her keyboard to bring up a menu. "This is our alien database. You can get yourself acquainted with some of the interesting sorts of lifeforms you may be meeting." Jack glanced at his watch again. "While I go meet some extremely uninteresting lifeforms." He nodded towards his second in command. "If you have any questions, you can ask Gwen."
Buffy plopped into the chair in front of the very complicated-looking station and watched Jack do his typey thing to bring up the database. Looking up at him with wide eyes, she asked with a tiny hint of playful sarcasm, "Gee, teach, homework already? I feel special."
Then, smirking up at him over her coffee mug as he had done to her in his office, she gave him a little wave with her paperwork. "Have fun with your boredom, try to resist the call of naptime, and no plotting anyone's untimely demise," she told him in her perky Buffy manner. She was just glad she wasn't the one going into that meeting.
Jack only snorted in response. He generally got through these meetings by plotting the accidental, painful and untimely demise of everyone else involved until his eyes glazed over to the point that Ianto glared at him and/or kicked him under the table. He trotted down the stairs and burst into the conference room, where Ianto had a cup of coffee waiting for him and the carafe standing by. Jack dropped into his seat. "Let's get this over with," he said.
Buffy watched him go while trying desperately not to laugh; she managed to succeed until the door closed, then fell right into a batch of quiet giggles that lasted a full minute. When she'd composed herself, she got to work on filling in the blanks on the personnel sheet Ianto had given her, the boredom setting in fast until she finally signed her name with her own kind of flourish and set it all aside to give to the Coffee God later.
And then it was time for the fun stuff. Going through the many files on aliens that Torchwood had encountered in the past, she found herself wishing she had popcorn, and pondering whether a certain alien species was distantly related to Fyarl demons. Because that one kinda looked like Giles...
Title: So Buffy Met Jack...
Authors: Amy tainted_crimson & Sarah magicom
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Torchwood
Spoilers: Through Buffy / Angel series finales and Torchwood Series 2 / Doctor Who Series 4.
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Everything is owned by Joss/Fox and Russell/BBC!
Summary: After spending a few weeks trapped in an extratemporal holding cell together, Captain Jack Harkness offered Buffy Summers a job at Torchwood. And how could she ever turn down an offer like that?
Chapters: 01, 02
DAY ONE, TAKE 2 - Part 3
Jack checked off the approval on the expense report in front of him, then signed it at the bottom with a flourish before looking up at Buffy. "Ianto will issue you with a security pass before the end of the day," he told her. "That will allow you to come and go as you please and you won't need an escort to get in like you did this morning," he said with a smile.
His expression became a little more serious. "He'll also be issuing you a firearm. Don't yell at him, I told him to do it. I know you made your stance on guns pretty clear, but I want you to carry one and you'll have to know how to use it, even if you never do. Have you ever fired a handgun before?"
Security passes were something she was very familiar with, though she doubted these would be magically encrypted like the ones at the New Council HQ, but the latter part of his words did not leave her smiling. "Yeah," she answered quietly, "once or twice. Don't worry," she quickly added, giving him a look, "I'm a perfect shot. Kinda part of the Slayer package, we're automatically amazing with weapons."
"Good," Jack said simply. The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly. "Of course, any other weapons you deem necessary in the execution of your duties will be entirely at your discretion," he assured her. "But if you need to purchase something, you have to get the requisition forms from Ianto first, or he will not reimburse you. And, just a heads up, sulking doesn't work on him... or pouting. Suggestive comments, on the other hand, will distract him temporarily, but don't, ultimately, sway his decisions regarding Hub-related paperwork." Jack pretended to go back to studying his paperwork. "Just FYI."
Buffy managed to keep a straight face for all of twenty seconds and she was very proud of herself for it. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," she managed between giggles, having to set her mug on the edge of his desk so she didn't spill the delicious brown liquid everywhere.
"Luckily, for everyone involved, I brought two giant trunks of weapons with me, and can have more magicked here from the NC with about ten minutes notice. Including that pretty pretty scythe I told you about," she explained with a beaming grin. She loved that weapon, and had only left it behind because the other Slayers would probably have more of a pressing need for it than she would, unless more alien demons popped up.
Jack nodded. "You can store those trunks of weapons here, if you want. I presume Gwen showed you the armoury? There's lots of space if you want them to hand."
Buffy nodded and picked up her mug again. "Armoury was seen, and found very lacking," she informed him. "You don't even have a rocket launcher! I had one of those when I was seventeen and you guys have been around for... what, a gazillion years? Tsk, tsk."
"First of all, Torchwood's only been around for 150 years or so," he corrected. "And second of all - you haven't seen our armoury in action. Some of those weapons are alien in origin. We have a couple that are the size of an assault rifle with the power of a rocket launcher."
He was quiet for a moment, signed another document and set it to the side. "Look, about your arrival... the issue Ianto had was with me, not with you," he told her carefully. "I want to make sure you understand that. I really think you two will get along well, it just takes him a bit of time to warm up to people."
Her hands wrapped around the still warm mug and nodded slowly. "I get it, Jack," she told him gently, wanting him to know that she harbored no ill feelings toward his boyfriend. "Especially with what happened... Unless someone throws sharp objects at me without me asking for it, I'm not taking any of it personally."
Jack smiled and cocked his head slightly before leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand. "Are there circumstances in which you'd be inclined to ask for something like that?" he asked, intrigued.
She narrowed her eyes at him warily. "Maybe," she said slowly, turning her head slightly like she was waiting for him to reveal a motive. Well, she knew the motive - it was Jack. "I've kinda gotten out of a training routine with the mostly desk job and meetingsness. Back in the field, need to get back into shape."
Jack leaned forward a bit further to peer over the desk at her. "You look pretty in-shape to me," he said flirtily. "But you have my attention," he added as he leaned back in his seat again. "What do you have in mind?"
Buffy put on a completely innocent look and suggested, "I could beat you up. That would be helpful to training stuff."
Jack looked at her over his coffee mug as he went to take a sip. "I'm immortal, not stupid," he reminded her with a smirk before continuing in a more serious tone. "If there is any equipment you need, just talk to Ianto. We have quite a few rooms in the sublevels that aren't currently in use. If you'd like to convert one for training purposes, that can be arranged."
Grinning like a kid at Christmas, she took a drink of coffee and swooned again. "That Ianto and I will definitely be spending a lot of time together," she told Jack with a teasing smile. "Amazing coffee and the go-to guy for getting trainingness. The shrine will be up by the end of the week."
Jack gave her a mock warning glare and wagged his finger at her. "Watch it," he said. "That one's spoken for, so you better keep it business-like."
Jack glanced at his watch and sighed. "Speaking of which, he'll kick my ass in a very business-like manner if I'm late for this stupid meeting." He got up from his desk. "I'll show you your work station on the way past," he told her. He waved to the paperwork in front of her that she was in the middle of filling out and the coffee mug beside it. "You can take that to your new desk with you," he said.
He lead her out of his office to an empty workstation in the Hub's main area. Gwen had recently taken up Owen's old station outside Jack's office, while Ianto had retained his station where he'd squeezed it in between the coffee machine and the spiral staircase. It seemed to Jack that Ianto had carved out his own little bit of workspace and that made it more personal to him, even if it was smaller than some of the other ones that were now available. Jack parked Buffy at what had previously been Gwen's station. Ianto passed them with a large insulated carafe and some files, heading for the stairs to the sublevels.
"You can finish up your paperwork, then you can get started here," he told her, tapping a few keys on her keyboard to bring up a menu. "This is our alien database. You can get yourself acquainted with some of the interesting sorts of lifeforms you may be meeting." Jack glanced at his watch again. "While I go meet some extremely uninteresting lifeforms." He nodded towards his second in command. "If you have any questions, you can ask Gwen."
Buffy plopped into the chair in front of the very complicated-looking station and watched Jack do his typey thing to bring up the database. Looking up at him with wide eyes, she asked with a tiny hint of playful sarcasm, "Gee, teach, homework already? I feel special."
Then, smirking up at him over her coffee mug as he had done to her in his office, she gave him a little wave with her paperwork. "Have fun with your boredom, try to resist the call of naptime, and no plotting anyone's untimely demise," she told him in her perky Buffy manner. She was just glad she wasn't the one going into that meeting.
Jack only snorted in response. He generally got through these meetings by plotting the accidental, painful and untimely demise of everyone else involved until his eyes glazed over to the point that Ianto glared at him and/or kicked him under the table. He trotted down the stairs and burst into the conference room, where Ianto had a cup of coffee waiting for him and the carafe standing by. Jack dropped into his seat. "Let's get this over with," he said.
Buffy watched him go while trying desperately not to laugh; she managed to succeed until the door closed, then fell right into a batch of quiet giggles that lasted a full minute. When she'd composed herself, she got to work on filling in the blanks on the personnel sheet Ianto had given her, the boredom setting in fast until she finally signed her name with her own kind of flourish and set it all aside to give to the Coffee God later.
And then it was time for the fun stuff. Going through the many files on aliens that Torchwood had encountered in the past, she found herself wishing she had popcorn, and pondering whether a certain alien species was distantly related to Fyarl demons. Because that one kinda looked like Giles...