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Fic: What Torchwood needs, right now, is a Doctor!
So, ‘Exit Wounds’ broke my heart. This fic is my attempt at patching it back together a tiny bit. I know it’ll be jossed, but I don’t care - this is almost more like a love-letter to the show, the characters and the Who-niverse in general. And I also wanted something I sincerely doubt we’ll never get in canon - for the Doctor to guest star on Torchwood for Torchwood’s sake, for his story to fade to the background and be subservient to their needs.
(I swear I’ll bring you more of my WIP asap, but I *needed* to write this. I'm sure you can see why!)
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Genre: Crossover, character-study, angst, humour.
Pairings: Mostly gen, with a small side-helping of Jack/Ianto.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna, Jack, team Torchwood.
Rating/Spoilers: PG-13 (some swearing & innuendo). Spoilers for ALL of Torchwood. No spoilers for S4 of DW (except for identity of companion).
Summary & setting: The Doctor and Donna visit Torchwood sometime post ‘Exit Wounds’.
Word count: 5380 words.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine at all. *is sad*
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What Torchwood needs, right now, is a Doctor!
It was another one of those days that was far too quiet. Jack knew he needed to hire some new people, but he couldn't face it just yet - even though they were stretched to breaking point, all three of them.
The Rift never stopped spewing stuff out, and they did their job as best they could - saving lives, eliminating dangers, covering up deaths, salvaging artefacts... but that was all it was - a job. He could feel the underlying despair in the way they clung to each other; the way in which Gwen was constantly torn between her guilt over always being the first to go home and her guilt over always getting home late; the way Ianto often seemed distant, to an extent Jack hadn’t seen since after Lisa’s death; the way he himself would get lost in thought and forget when he was, only to absentmindedly use the name of a team member fifty years dead...
Jack knew what it was - the quiet, gnawing question at the back of the mind: ‘Why are we doing this again?’
It would get better - they all knew that much - yet he dearly wished he could have let them have a holiday, it would have done a world of good.
Suddenly one of the screens started bleeping, and Jack leapt to it - praying that nothing had gone wrong with the programme he was running. Instead he could feel his heart skip a beat as the Doctor's face appeared on the screen.
"Hello... Jack, are you there?"
Swiftly he tapped in a code that would allow the TARDIS to use their CCTV cameras, and waved.
"Yes I'm here."
The Doctor grinned, before a little nervously pulling a hand through his hair, making it even more erratic-looking.
"Well... the TARDIS needs refuelling, so I thought that maybe we could, um, come say hello? If... Torchwood is no longer trying to capture me?"
Jack smiled. "No, you're safe. Or as safe as anyone is here."
The line stung, but he kept his smile in place. He'd been through this before after all. Keep smiling, always keep smiling. The pain wouldn’t kill him, even though that’s how it felt.
"And what do you mean 'we' - have you picked up another cute little girl?"
An odd look flicked across the Doctor's face, then he chuckled. "Yes - Donna's her name. I'll see you in a minute!"
"Meet you there," Jack replied and switched off the connection. This could be just the sort of break they needed.
Pressing a finger to his ear, he connected to the others.
"Gwen! Ianto! We're having visitors!"
They both appeared in moments, looking somewhat thrown.
"We are?" Ianto asked, clearly running through the diary in his head and coming up blank.
"M-hm!" Jack replied, "A certain Doctor decided to drop in."
He could see the way they suddenly tensed, and the look they shot each other - the unspoken 'You ask' 'No, you ask' going back and forth like a ping pong ball.
"Yes - that Doctor," he said. "Be polite. And Ianto - do we have cakes or biscuits or... something... to offer them?"
Entertaining guests wasn’t a very usual occurrence, and normally they had plenty of warning. Ah well - a dry biscuit would be better than most things the Doctor got offered.
"I am sure I can find something suitable,” the other man replied, and Jack smiled at him gratefully. What had he done before Ianto?
Then he glanced at his watch.
"The Doctor and his Companion should be here any moment. I'll go meet them, OK?"
He could see Ianto relax somewhat at the word 'Companion' and walked over to the lift. He hoped this 'Donna' was as friendly and chatty as Martha - being able to talk to someone else who knew about the whole alien thing would be a relief.
A little later, surveying his little kingdom, he saw the TARDIS appear, and took a deep breath as the door opened. He could do this. Heck - after ‘John’ anything seemed easy. Still...
"Jack!" The Doctor looked the same, the hug as warm and friendly, and then he stepped back and held out his arm towards a determined-looking redheaded woman. "Jack, let me introduce Donna Noble. Donna, this is Captain Jack Harkness!"
Donna looked him over - once, twice - then grabbed his hand firmly.
"Very pleased to meet you Captain! Have to say I like a man in a uniform! When the Doctor told me he'd had a fella travellin' with him, I thought it'd be another geek, not a big handsome strappin’ bloke like you!"
"Well hello to you too, Donna Noble," he replied with a smirk. "Want to come for a ride on my invisible lift?"
She stared at him, clearly trying to work out if he was serious or if this was some sort of twisted innuendo. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, and Jack laughed.
"Honestly - I have an invisible lift. Come!"
When they reached the paving stone, the Doctor suddenly stopped, frowned, and tentatively reached out to touch the empty air. Then he grinned.
"Hey - the TARDIS' perception filters welded themselves to the Rift in this spot. Fantastic! You turned it into a lift, you say?"
"Hop on up!" Jack replied, and Donna happily grabbed his arm for stability. Then her mouth turned into a perfect o as they began sinking and the Hub came into view.
The Doctor looked around eagerly, and Donna's eyes grew very wide, until suddenly Myfanwy swept past them and she emitted a small scream.
"Was that... a pterodactyl?"
"It was indeed. It came through the Rift, and now we keep it as a sort of pet I suppose."
Donna shook her head. "Bloody crazy if you ask me! I mean a dog I can understand... What’d you do if you ever got a T-Rex through that Rift?"
Jack shrugged. “Sell it to Spielberg for Jurassic Park 4?”
Before she could reply they reached the ground where Ianto and Gwen were waiting. Jack could see the momentary frown on Ianto's face as he took in Donna's arm in his, and thought to himself that this could get fun. He’d missed fun.
He opened his mouth to start the introductions, but Donna suddenly made a strangled sort of noise and pointed straight to Ianto.
"You! You... y-you lying bastard!"
Jack very rarely saw Ianto struck completely speechless, and it was a sight to treasure. He chuckled.
"You've met before?"
Ianto merely looked bewildered, but Donna stepped off the lift, fuming. She stared at Ianto for a moment, then turned to Jack.
"I came here - like 'alf a year ago, yeah, 'cause I kept finding lots of reports on weird stuff happenin' around these parts, and I went into this little tourist office trying to see what the locals might now - and there's this guy here, givin' me brochures and what not and telling me completely straight faced that he has never heard of anything extra-terrestial, but I could try this field where someone said they'd seen flying sheep, an' I wasted a whole day on that and ruined a nice pair of shoes. I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a pokerfaced pretty boy in a fancy suit."
Jack tried his very, very best not to be completely overcome with mirth at the look on Ianto's face, and somehow managed to conceal his laughter by clearing his throat.
"Considering that he works for a secret organisation whose job it is to keep this alien stuff out of the public eye, I think he did remarkably well. I might even consider giving him a bonus."
He shot Ianto a loaded look, but the other gravely replied, "Thank you, Sir," and Jack couldn't help but marvel.
He didn't dare looking at Gwen however - although having to fight inappropriate laugher was a wonderful change...
"Anyway, Donna Noble, Doctor - this is Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper."
There was some handshaking, but before long the Doctor wandered off and, magpie-like, began to look through the large box of random Rift debris that stood in a corner, waiting for someone to find the time to catalogue and index it.
Suddenly he straightened up, holding in his hand a long, ornately carved stick that Jack had casually tossed in the box after ascertaining that it wouldn't blow up.
"This is a Pantylian wand. Very rare, very powerful in the hands of a skilled person, and immensely precious to their owners. It's passed down from generation to generation in very complicated rituals, and humans really shouldn't mess with it."
Ianto tilted his head. “Thank you very much for the explanation - that will come in very handy when we file it."
“But I just told you that it doesn’t belong here,” the Doctor replied, slowly, like speaking to a child.
Ianto shrugged a little and gently took the Pantylian Wand out of the Doctor’s hand. “If it’s alien, it’s ours.”
Jack's eyes abruptly narrowed as he was suddenly reminded that Ianto had worked for Torchwood One for two years. Damn. A jealous Ianto was fun, but also dangerous.
The Doctor stared at Ianto for a long moment, then muttered something unintelligible about Torchwood before getting distracted by the subetheric resonator. He probably - hopefully - thought Ianto was still annoyed about Donna.
After a semi-thorough tour of the Hub they all sat down in the conference room for whatever Ianto had managed to find - which was a surprisingly large selection. He apparently really did have a secret store somewhere just in case the Queen ever dropped by - Jack wondered where it was. He could look through the CCTV footage later...
Then he realised that Donna was speaking again, and that it was probably impolite to drift off in thought when one had actual real guests.
"You know Doctor, it's lucky I didn't meet Jack here before I found you again. Can't tell you how hard it is to find a real man - especially one who's single and not a skinny alien!"
She shot the Doctor a fondly teasing look, but it was Ianto who answered, as he politely handed over her coffee cup.
"Oh Jack isn't from Earth."
Donna's eyes widened and then turned on Jack accusingly, and he shrugged, smiling. "Also - I'm not single."
He glanced at Ianto, whose face momentarily registered such relief and gratefulness that Jack felt rather ashamed. It couldn't be easy dating him, he reflected.
Looking from him to Ianto and back again, Donna threw her free hand in the air. "Unbelievable. Not only is he’s an alien, he's also gay!"
"Ah now, none of that ‘gay’ nonsense!" Jack smirked, before leaning forward, looking deep into her eyes. "And - I didn't say anything about being exclusive... If you’d ever consider a threesome, let me know!"
Donna stared at him, and then turned to the Doctor who calmly met her outraged eyes: “I warned you, remember?”
“Yeah but...” Donna seemed somewhat speechless, which amused Jack greatly.
Looking at Gwen and Ianto she shook her head. "I have no idea how you cope with him on a daily basis. And considering that he is my point of reference-" she pointed to the Doctor, “that’s saying something!”
Gwen shot Ianto a look and they shared a small smile; then Gwen shrugged. "Most interesting job in Wales this, we'd be crazy to leave just because the Boss likes to flirt."
But when she looked at him her eyes said ‘We love you Jack', and he suddenly had to swallow because he knew that sooner or later he'd lose them too. He hated the powerless feeling that always overwhelmed him at times like these - it was like trying to cling onto smoke.
For a moment he considered leaving again - somehow get the Doctor to take all three of them far away. And Rhys of course, otherwise Gwen wouldn't come. Find somewhere safe for them all; someplace where they could just live and love and have lots of children and be happy. The Doctor had said that there were banana groves in Villengarde now...
Then - totally unbidden - Owen’s voice suddenly cut through his thoughts.
‘Oh that’s just great mate. Here we go and bleedin’ die, Tosh and I, to save the city, and you decide you’ve had enough and bugger off. Cheers a lot!’
Jack smiled wryly and took a sip of his coffee. He had a feeling that Owen’s voice would follow him around for a long time; the man really had had a knack for cutting to the heart of things in his own blunt way.
And Tosh had been allergic to bananas...
“Jack? Hello? You there?”
He looked up to see the Doctor waving a hand in front of his face, and chuckled. “Sorry, I was just thinking... about bananas.”
As he had hoped this caused the Doctor to start on a new story, this time about how one should always bring a banana to a party - there had been that time with Madame de Pompadour...
Jack listened, and thought to himself how odd it felt to be the quiet one. He knew that the Doctor had noticed, but he probably wouldn’t ask if Jack didn’t offer to talk - he could doubtlessly think of half a dozen reasons, none of them pleasant.
After a while the talk turned to monitoring of the Rift, and what their job actually entailed. Which reminded Jack of something he’d often thought about.
“You know, we have lots of stuff in storage that you might help us with Doctor. There's... let’s see... some mutating hippies from the Sixties, ‘The Invincible Vampire’ - would you know how to kill that for good? - and a silicate beast that we ought to have an expert look at, to mention just a few. Oh and the intelligent bear of course!"
"Intelligent bear?" The Doctor looked intrigued, and Jack nodded.
"The team found it up on Snowdon in 1937. Didn't have a clue how it got there or what to do with it, so they froze it."
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed and he appeared to be thinking hard. "It couldn't be..."
"Couldn't be what?" Donna asked, clearly as out of the loop as the rest of them.
"Show me!" he said, suddenly grinning.
Jack obligingly led the group to Bay 10 and soon pulled out the bear drawer. The Doctor let out a triumphant yell. "Ha! It is Brian! This is brilliant!"
"Brian?" Gwen said, looking from the bear to the Doctor. "Is he... a friend?"
"Oh no," the Doctor replied, busy scanning 'Brian' with his sonic screwdriver, "but there is this great reality TV show in the year 200100 called 'Bear With Me', which has a group of people living with a bear - and this is it! This is Brian the Bear."
"And I though Big Brother was bad," Donna commented dryly.
"Oh Big Brother is still around," the Doctor said, voice deceptively light, before turning to Jack. "Go on - wake him up! We'll take him home!"
"What?" said Donna, staring at the Doctor with her best ‘you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me’ look in her eyes. The Doctor however appeared immune and happily continued.
"We’ll take the bear home - or you know, take him wherever he want to go. Not sure any of the shows ever got re-created..."
He wasn't meeting Jack's eyes, and Jack couldn't blame him. Thankfully Donna ignored, or missed, the awkwardness.
"You want to take the bear in the TARDIS?"
"His name is Brian. And he's an intelligent bear and used to living with people. He won't tear you to pieces, honestly!"
Donna shook her head in exasperation, and Jack tried to hide a smile. The Doctor’s infectious joy was once more working its magic - and there was also the wonderful way in which the impossible became reality whenever he was around. For seventy-one years the bear had been at Torchwood, and now suddenly it could go home - just like that. Jack really wished he could think of a good excuse to kiss the Doctor again that wouldn’t upset Ianto...
But until then there were practical concerns.
"How do we get him in? It'll look a little weird walking a bear along Roald Dahl Plass. Although...” he tilted his head, “this is Cardiff. They’ve seen weirder."
The Doctor mused on this for a moment, then looked around. "Oh we could fit the TARDIS in here - I’ll go get it!"
He ran off excitedly, and Jack looked at Gwen and Ianto. "Guess we better go get the revival gear. Kinda unwieldily I know, but it’ll be easier to move than Brian."
Gwen had untold questions in her eyes, and Ianto none, so Jack thought he'd better let events unfold. He didn't want to spoil the Doctor's entrance. Catching Donna’s eyes he shook his head, and she winked back conspiratorially. Jack liked her a lot - she clearly had both feet planted firmly on the ground, which was precisely what the Doctor needed.
A little later they watched as the TARDIS materialised, and Gwen, eyes wide, walked up and stared at it.
“That is a spaceship? But it’s a wooden box!”
Ianto stepped up beside her and gently put a hand on one of the blue panels. “Well it’s not like any other wooden box. Chain saws, axes, lasers, even particle guns - they all just bounce off. It’s amazing to see.”
The Doctor opened the door, a wide grin on his face, but Jack’s attention was still on Ianto.
“You’ve seen the TARDIS before?”
A small smile on his lips, Ianto let his eyes travel over the spaceship. “Lisa and I snuck down to have a look at it. Felt like Christmas...”
There was a sudden dark shadow on the Doctor’s face as he turned to Ianto, and his voice had lost all warmth.
“You worked at Torchwood One.”
“Yes,” Ianto replied, holding his eyes, neither explaining nor apologising.
Jack wondered if he should intervene, when Donna did it for him.
“Who’s Lisa?”
Ianto’s eyes briefly met Donna’s, then he turned back to the TARDIS. Jack could see how he suddenly tensed, although he doubted anyone else noticed - Ianto’s body language mostly existed in decimal points and fractions.
“My girlfriend. She... she was killed along with everyone else at the Battle of Canary Wharf. Still not sure why I survived.”
There was a moment’s silence, then the Doctor caught Ianto’s eyes again.
“I’m glad someone did.”
Ianto wordlessly inclined his head; but then Jack cut in, desperate to get out of the sudden painful groove they’d fallen into again. He was so tired of death.
“C’mon, have a look inside, since this time the door is open - and Doctor, I know you love this bit.”
Gwen’s reaction was exactly as delightful as Jack had thought it’d be - he hadn’t known that her eyes could get quite that large, but she was fabulously overwhelmed - between hand waving and loud exclamations muttering to herself that Rhys would never believe it.
Ianto’s reaction was hard to gauge, and Jack walked up to him as the other slowly took in the otherworldly beauty and impossible dimensions of the TARDIS interior.
“I can see why you left,” Ianto said quietly.
Jack suddenly swallowed, and felt a dozen replies appear at the tip of his tongue - how he was sorry he'd run away, how he had needed to find the Doctor, how he wasn't going to leave any more and hadn't they covered this already; but then Owen interrupted again, irritated.
'Oh for fuck's sake, Jack, stop being so bloody self-centred for just one moment. It isn't always all about you!'
Then Tosh joined, her voice quiet, but insistent. 'Just look at him.'
And Jack noticed the silent wonder and awe in Ianto's eyes; understood that his words hadn’t been a reprimand, but understanding. Again Jack was reminded of how very young Ianto was - and how much he’d had to go through in his life already. How aliens had taken away everything... He ought to have a chance to get something back.
"Ianto," he said gently, "would you like to go?"
"Go where?" Ianto replied, obviously thrown.
"With the Doctor - go out there and see the universe. It's... amazing, trust me!"
The other one shook his head faintly as he tried to hide a smile. "I doubt very much that he'd want me on board."
"Of course he would!" Jack countered. "Heck, he ran away to the end of the universe to get away from me, and I've got an open invitation now... Besides, he kinda owes me."
"He ran away from you?"
Ianto swiftly looked from Jack to the Doctor, curious and faintly disapproving. The Doctor didn’t notice however, being in the middle of narrating something or other to Gwen and Donna which necessitated many wild gestures.
Jack bit his lip. "It's... a bit of a long story, I'll tell you later. But - do you want to go? Remember it's a time machine, you could be back tomorrow!"
There was a pause as Ianto considered, eyes slowly wandering over the TARDIS interior, but then he carefully shook his head. “No.”
“Ianto... you only have one life,” Jack said urgently, catching his eyes.
But Ianto only smiled, that look on his face that made Jack feel like the younger one.
“Precisely,” he replied, his hand briefly grasping Jack’s as he walked past him. “Shall we join the others?”
Jack could only nod as the meaning of the words began to sink in, and by the time he’d managed to process things a bit more Ianto was already by Gwen’s side, acting like nothing had just happened. Not that Jack knew exactly what had happened, except that it had been important. This relationship stuff was surprisingly difficult - actually just surprising, full stop.
The conversation washed over him, and somehow he managed to join in before reminding everyone that they were actually there because of a bear.
A while later they were all back in the conference room, this time watching Brian eating like he hadn’t had food for a century - which was of course more or less correct.
Gwen shook her head. “This is so weird. I mean, it was weird with Tommy, but at least he was human...”
At Donna’s look, Ianto smoothly told Tommy’s story - much to Jack’s relief being very careful to never bring up Tosh.
Then, realising that this might be a his best opportunity for a private moment, Jack touched the Doctor’s arm.
“Doctor, do you think you could just come with me and have a look at this fern...”
The Doctor looked puzzled, but readily followed. As they left Donna asked: “Fern?”
Gwen replied, and Jack could almost hear her eyes rolling. “Jack swears it flirts with him.”
“God you lot are weird!” Donna answered, and then their voices faded out.
It didn’t take long for the Doctor to ascertain that the fern was semi-sentient, with a fair few extra senses - just as Jack had thought - and then rattled on for quite a while about its home planet before acknowledging how quiet Jack had become.
“What?” he finally said, clearly bracing himself as he stood up, but simultaneously trying not to look worried.
"Doctor - will I die? For good?"
The Doctor avoided his eyes. "No one should know their future."
"A little late for that, isn’t it? Back on Malcassairo Martha said..."
Seeing that the Doctor was going to interrupt, Jack swiftly changed tactics.
"Doctor - I need to know." Taking a suddenly shaky breath his eyes swept over the Hub below, seeing all the shadows and ghosts that followed him everywhere.
"Until a few weeks ago I had four people on my team. Then I got two of them killed. In the century I've been here, only one employee ever grew old enough to draw a pension. I keep losing them, over and over and over again and I need to know that one day it'll be my turn."
The Doctor studied him silently, then slowly nodded. "You'll die."
"And you'll be there?"
"Yes, I'll be... I was there."
He smiled faintly at the awkwardness of the future/past phrasing, then added, "be a long time coming though. Very long. As far as the world knows you’ll have lived forever.”
Jack took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"I can live with that. Thank you.”
“No problem,” the Doctor replied, and they stood for a moment in awkward silence before moving.
As they walked down the stairs, the Doctor spoke again, voice light.
“Very observant fern by the way - seems you’ve managed to find someone with the same sense of... adventure as yourself.”
He let the sentence hang, and Jack shot him a sideways look.
“What exactly did that plant tell you?”
The Doctor took a deep breath and frowned. “Far more than I ever wanted to know. I wonder if I could wipe my own mind...”
Jack chuckled, and the Doctor shook his head. “At least this Ianto of yours seems to be able to control you somewhat - I’ll sleep better knowing that. Actually, if I hadn’t already seen proof to the contrary, I’d have thought him a saint.”
The smirk on Jack’s face deepened. “Oh, most of the attitude is just jealousy.”
“Jealousy?” the Doctor echoed, puzzled. Jack sighed, suddenly uncomfortable again. They’d stopped by the workstations, the silence only broken by the low hum of the computers.
“I abandoned them - ran out on all of them to get back to you,” Jack replied. “They all - Ianto especially - have a right to be cautious. Not your fault though, I... never really told them what happened.”
There was another pause as neither of them really knew what to say. Finally Jack crossed his arms, studying the Doctor. Guess he’d better ask the question that had been hanging between them since the start.
“So - Torchwood Three. What do you think?”
“Well...” The Doctor looked around, probably trying to buy time. “It’s certainly different to Torchwood One.”
Jack smiled wryly. “Different good or different bad?”
“Just... different.” The Doctor seemed to be almost lost in thought, but Jack could tell that he was concentrating. “But still so much death...”
Catching Jack’s eyes he shook his head. “How can you stand being here? The walls are screaming.”
“I heard most of those screams when they were first uttered,” Jack answered. “And they don’t fade from my memory, even if I run away.”
He paused for a moment, then slowly continued. “Saving the world is dirty, bloody work - if Torchwood is brutal, then that is because often there is no other way.”
Approval wasn’t something he expected - or needed - but the look in the Doctor’s eyes showed understanding, which was all that he’d hoped for. Jack knew that underneath the happy-go-lucky facade lay an ocean of ruthlessness - of course Torchwood’s overt display of this trait would make the Doctor react sharply.
And then he found himself suddenly smiling softly, a finger gently following the outline of Tosh’s computer screen - her last, bright smile still vivid in his mind.
“But... there are also good times. They’re all such wonderful, brilliant people - can’t you sense the laughter too, Doctor?”
He might have lost them - lost so many - but at least they were all accounted for. The worst part of The Year That Wasn’t had been when the Master dropped the tiniest hint about one of his team - a casual line here or there, making Jack go near crazy not knowing what had happened. Were they dead or alive? Fighting? Had the Master captured them? Had they been killed, maimed, tortured? Back then having them die in his arms would have been a relief...
He really needed to remember that more often - that things could always be worse.
Then the Doctor smiled and tilted his head.
“I can hear the laughter,” he replied, and Jack smiled back, as he too picked up the sounds coming from the conference room. He’d never heard a bear laugh before - it was a very rumbly sound.
“Shall we?” he asked, and the Doctor nodded. “Better get going - if I heard right Brian just broke the chair he was sitting on.”
A little later they were all outside the TARDIS again. The Doctor was shaking hands with Gwen, remarking that it was a shame he hadn’t met Rhys, when he suddenly startled her by hitting himself on the forehead. “Oh yes, I was going to give you this - seeing as how you said you’d never get him to believe the TARDIS!”
Reaching into a pocket he pulled out a small lidded box, about an inch and a half cubed, and with a flourish handed it over. Excitedly Gwen grasped and opened it, but then looked confused.
“It’s empty.”
Jack, who was standing behind her, leaned forward and put his mouth close to her ear.
“I think you’ll find that it’s bigger on the inside.”
She turned to him, frowning, and he smirked. Then, casting a glance at the Doctor, she put two fingers into the box, eyes widening as they easily disappeared.
“Oh my God!”
The Doctor laughed, delighted, and Jack felt extra specially grateful that Gwen was married. Otherwise the Doctor would have been very tempted to snatch her, he could tell. But then who wouldn’t?
“Goodbye Ianto Jones,” the Doctor said next, and, as he let go of his hand and stepped back, Gwen looked from one to the other.
“Doesn’t Ianto get a present?”
The Doctor tried to hide a smile. “Apparently all he needs to be happy is a stopwatch, and he’s already got one of those.”
Ianto’s eyes widened in alarm, and then he turned angry, accusatory eyes on Jack. Jack held up his hands, doing his best to look innocent.
“I’ve not said a word, I swear! Must have been the fern.”
Ianto kept glaring, but the look on his face was now the old ‘Bloody Torchwood’ that they all wore at various times. Seeing it, Jack began wondering just how difficult it’d now be to talk Ianto into having sex in the greenhouse, knowing that the plant was a voyeur - his partner still had an appalling number of inhibitions. Then he noticed Donna staring at them, yet again thrown.
“Stopwatch?”
Jack helpfully explained. “It’s the button on top...”
He didn’t get any further before Gwen began to giggle helplessly.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to breathe, “Just... the fern... do you think it might need counselling?”
And she collapsed again.
Donna shook her head and looked at the bear. “You know what Brian, I think they’re all crazy. Do you understand them?”
Brian shook his large, fuzzy head and Donna looked gratified.
“See?” said the Doctor, triumphantly. “I knew you’d get along!”
Then he spread his arms. “Well, I guess we’d better be on our way - Brian, I have some star maps and planet descriptions you might like to look at when choosing your new home.”
He suddenly shot Jack a shrewd look. “Although I hear the Isop Galaxy is rather nice...”
Jack’s mouth almost fell open, and then he frowned deeply. So much for ‘no one should know their future...’
After Donna had hugged Gwen - promising to keep in touch if at all possible - and happily shaken Ianto’s hand, they all waved goodbye, before watching as the TARDIS slowly faded into the vortex. It made time travel look so simple...
Jack took a slow breath and looked the other two.
“I think it’s maybe time to hire some new people...”
Gwen nodded, and Ianto indicated that they probably ought to go back upstairs.
“I have collected a few profiles that might be of interest, Sir.”
Jack patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, what would I do without you Ianto?”
“Leave ferns and other creatures un-traumatised?” Gwen answered, quick as a flash.
Jack growled at her, but she only giggled and ran off, her TARDIS box held tightly to her chest. “It’s already 5 o’clock and I’m going home to impress my husband! Meanwhile, you two - behave!”
For the first time in weeks there was a spring in her step, and Jack smiled.
“See why I like my Doctor?”
There was a pause, then Ianto replied.
“Well... as long as he always leaves when the patient is better.”
(I swear I’ll bring you more of my WIP asap, but I *needed* to write this. I'm sure you can see why!)
Lots of thanks to
kathyh for the look-through! And feedback would make me happier than Mr Happy on a happy day in Happyland. :)Genre: Crossover, character-study, angst, humour.
Pairings: Mostly gen, with a small side-helping of Jack/Ianto.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna, Jack, team Torchwood.
Rating/Spoilers: PG-13 (some swearing & innuendo). Spoilers for ALL of Torchwood. No spoilers for S4 of DW (except for identity of companion).
Summary & setting: The Doctor and Donna visit Torchwood sometime post ‘Exit Wounds’.
Word count: 5380 words.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine at all. *is sad*
(x-posted to
torch_wood.)What Torchwood needs, right now, is a Doctor!
It was another one of those days that was far too quiet. Jack knew he needed to hire some new people, but he couldn't face it just yet - even though they were stretched to breaking point, all three of them.
The Rift never stopped spewing stuff out, and they did their job as best they could - saving lives, eliminating dangers, covering up deaths, salvaging artefacts... but that was all it was - a job. He could feel the underlying despair in the way they clung to each other; the way in which Gwen was constantly torn between her guilt over always being the first to go home and her guilt over always getting home late; the way Ianto often seemed distant, to an extent Jack hadn’t seen since after Lisa’s death; the way he himself would get lost in thought and forget when he was, only to absentmindedly use the name of a team member fifty years dead...
Jack knew what it was - the quiet, gnawing question at the back of the mind: ‘Why are we doing this again?’
It would get better - they all knew that much - yet he dearly wished he could have let them have a holiday, it would have done a world of good.
Suddenly one of the screens started bleeping, and Jack leapt to it - praying that nothing had gone wrong with the programme he was running. Instead he could feel his heart skip a beat as the Doctor's face appeared on the screen.
"Hello... Jack, are you there?"
Swiftly he tapped in a code that would allow the TARDIS to use their CCTV cameras, and waved.
"Yes I'm here."
The Doctor grinned, before a little nervously pulling a hand through his hair, making it even more erratic-looking.
"Well... the TARDIS needs refuelling, so I thought that maybe we could, um, come say hello? If... Torchwood is no longer trying to capture me?"
Jack smiled. "No, you're safe. Or as safe as anyone is here."
The line stung, but he kept his smile in place. He'd been through this before after all. Keep smiling, always keep smiling. The pain wouldn’t kill him, even though that’s how it felt.
"And what do you mean 'we' - have you picked up another cute little girl?"
An odd look flicked across the Doctor's face, then he chuckled. "Yes - Donna's her name. I'll see you in a minute!"
"Meet you there," Jack replied and switched off the connection. This could be just the sort of break they needed.
Pressing a finger to his ear, he connected to the others.
"Gwen! Ianto! We're having visitors!"
They both appeared in moments, looking somewhat thrown.
"We are?" Ianto asked, clearly running through the diary in his head and coming up blank.
"M-hm!" Jack replied, "A certain Doctor decided to drop in."
He could see the way they suddenly tensed, and the look they shot each other - the unspoken 'You ask' 'No, you ask' going back and forth like a ping pong ball.
"Yes - that Doctor," he said. "Be polite. And Ianto - do we have cakes or biscuits or... something... to offer them?"
Entertaining guests wasn’t a very usual occurrence, and normally they had plenty of warning. Ah well - a dry biscuit would be better than most things the Doctor got offered.
"I am sure I can find something suitable,” the other man replied, and Jack smiled at him gratefully. What had he done before Ianto?
Then he glanced at his watch.
"The Doctor and his Companion should be here any moment. I'll go meet them, OK?"
He could see Ianto relax somewhat at the word 'Companion' and walked over to the lift. He hoped this 'Donna' was as friendly and chatty as Martha - being able to talk to someone else who knew about the whole alien thing would be a relief.
A little later, surveying his little kingdom, he saw the TARDIS appear, and took a deep breath as the door opened. He could do this. Heck - after ‘John’ anything seemed easy. Still...
"Jack!" The Doctor looked the same, the hug as warm and friendly, and then he stepped back and held out his arm towards a determined-looking redheaded woman. "Jack, let me introduce Donna Noble. Donna, this is Captain Jack Harkness!"
Donna looked him over - once, twice - then grabbed his hand firmly.
"Very pleased to meet you Captain! Have to say I like a man in a uniform! When the Doctor told me he'd had a fella travellin' with him, I thought it'd be another geek, not a big handsome strappin’ bloke like you!"
"Well hello to you too, Donna Noble," he replied with a smirk. "Want to come for a ride on my invisible lift?"
She stared at him, clearly trying to work out if he was serious or if this was some sort of twisted innuendo. The Doctor raised an eyebrow, and Jack laughed.
"Honestly - I have an invisible lift. Come!"
When they reached the paving stone, the Doctor suddenly stopped, frowned, and tentatively reached out to touch the empty air. Then he grinned.
"Hey - the TARDIS' perception filters welded themselves to the Rift in this spot. Fantastic! You turned it into a lift, you say?"
"Hop on up!" Jack replied, and Donna happily grabbed his arm for stability. Then her mouth turned into a perfect o as they began sinking and the Hub came into view.
The Doctor looked around eagerly, and Donna's eyes grew very wide, until suddenly Myfanwy swept past them and she emitted a small scream.
"Was that... a pterodactyl?"
"It was indeed. It came through the Rift, and now we keep it as a sort of pet I suppose."
Donna shook her head. "Bloody crazy if you ask me! I mean a dog I can understand... What’d you do if you ever got a T-Rex through that Rift?"
Jack shrugged. “Sell it to Spielberg for Jurassic Park 4?”
Before she could reply they reached the ground where Ianto and Gwen were waiting. Jack could see the momentary frown on Ianto's face as he took in Donna's arm in his, and thought to himself that this could get fun. He’d missed fun.
He opened his mouth to start the introductions, but Donna suddenly made a strangled sort of noise and pointed straight to Ianto.
"You! You... y-you lying bastard!"
Jack very rarely saw Ianto struck completely speechless, and it was a sight to treasure. He chuckled.
"You've met before?"
Ianto merely looked bewildered, but Donna stepped off the lift, fuming. She stared at Ianto for a moment, then turned to Jack.
"I came here - like 'alf a year ago, yeah, 'cause I kept finding lots of reports on weird stuff happenin' around these parts, and I went into this little tourist office trying to see what the locals might now - and there's this guy here, givin' me brochures and what not and telling me completely straight faced that he has never heard of anything extra-terrestial, but I could try this field where someone said they'd seen flying sheep, an' I wasted a whole day on that and ruined a nice pair of shoes. I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a pokerfaced pretty boy in a fancy suit."
Jack tried his very, very best not to be completely overcome with mirth at the look on Ianto's face, and somehow managed to conceal his laughter by clearing his throat.
"Considering that he works for a secret organisation whose job it is to keep this alien stuff out of the public eye, I think he did remarkably well. I might even consider giving him a bonus."
He shot Ianto a loaded look, but the other gravely replied, "Thank you, Sir," and Jack couldn't help but marvel.
He didn't dare looking at Gwen however - although having to fight inappropriate laugher was a wonderful change...
"Anyway, Donna Noble, Doctor - this is Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper."
There was some handshaking, but before long the Doctor wandered off and, magpie-like, began to look through the large box of random Rift debris that stood in a corner, waiting for someone to find the time to catalogue and index it.
Suddenly he straightened up, holding in his hand a long, ornately carved stick that Jack had casually tossed in the box after ascertaining that it wouldn't blow up.
"This is a Pantylian wand. Very rare, very powerful in the hands of a skilled person, and immensely precious to their owners. It's passed down from generation to generation in very complicated rituals, and humans really shouldn't mess with it."
Ianto tilted his head. “Thank you very much for the explanation - that will come in very handy when we file it."
“But I just told you that it doesn’t belong here,” the Doctor replied, slowly, like speaking to a child.
Ianto shrugged a little and gently took the Pantylian Wand out of the Doctor’s hand. “If it’s alien, it’s ours.”
Jack's eyes abruptly narrowed as he was suddenly reminded that Ianto had worked for Torchwood One for two years. Damn. A jealous Ianto was fun, but also dangerous.
The Doctor stared at Ianto for a long moment, then muttered something unintelligible about Torchwood before getting distracted by the subetheric resonator. He probably - hopefully - thought Ianto was still annoyed about Donna.
After a semi-thorough tour of the Hub they all sat down in the conference room for whatever Ianto had managed to find - which was a surprisingly large selection. He apparently really did have a secret store somewhere just in case the Queen ever dropped by - Jack wondered where it was. He could look through the CCTV footage later...
Then he realised that Donna was speaking again, and that it was probably impolite to drift off in thought when one had actual real guests.
"You know Doctor, it's lucky I didn't meet Jack here before I found you again. Can't tell you how hard it is to find a real man - especially one who's single and not a skinny alien!"
She shot the Doctor a fondly teasing look, but it was Ianto who answered, as he politely handed over her coffee cup.
"Oh Jack isn't from Earth."
Donna's eyes widened and then turned on Jack accusingly, and he shrugged, smiling. "Also - I'm not single."
He glanced at Ianto, whose face momentarily registered such relief and gratefulness that Jack felt rather ashamed. It couldn't be easy dating him, he reflected.
Looking from him to Ianto and back again, Donna threw her free hand in the air. "Unbelievable. Not only is he’s an alien, he's also gay!"
"Ah now, none of that ‘gay’ nonsense!" Jack smirked, before leaning forward, looking deep into her eyes. "And - I didn't say anything about being exclusive... If you’d ever consider a threesome, let me know!"
Donna stared at him, and then turned to the Doctor who calmly met her outraged eyes: “I warned you, remember?”
“Yeah but...” Donna seemed somewhat speechless, which amused Jack greatly.
Looking at Gwen and Ianto she shook her head. "I have no idea how you cope with him on a daily basis. And considering that he is my point of reference-" she pointed to the Doctor, “that’s saying something!”
Gwen shot Ianto a look and they shared a small smile; then Gwen shrugged. "Most interesting job in Wales this, we'd be crazy to leave just because the Boss likes to flirt."
But when she looked at him her eyes said ‘We love you Jack', and he suddenly had to swallow because he knew that sooner or later he'd lose them too. He hated the powerless feeling that always overwhelmed him at times like these - it was like trying to cling onto smoke.
For a moment he considered leaving again - somehow get the Doctor to take all three of them far away. And Rhys of course, otherwise Gwen wouldn't come. Find somewhere safe for them all; someplace where they could just live and love and have lots of children and be happy. The Doctor had said that there were banana groves in Villengarde now...
Then - totally unbidden - Owen’s voice suddenly cut through his thoughts.
‘Oh that’s just great mate. Here we go and bleedin’ die, Tosh and I, to save the city, and you decide you’ve had enough and bugger off. Cheers a lot!’
Jack smiled wryly and took a sip of his coffee. He had a feeling that Owen’s voice would follow him around for a long time; the man really had had a knack for cutting to the heart of things in his own blunt way.
And Tosh had been allergic to bananas...
“Jack? Hello? You there?”
He looked up to see the Doctor waving a hand in front of his face, and chuckled. “Sorry, I was just thinking... about bananas.”
As he had hoped this caused the Doctor to start on a new story, this time about how one should always bring a banana to a party - there had been that time with Madame de Pompadour...
Jack listened, and thought to himself how odd it felt to be the quiet one. He knew that the Doctor had noticed, but he probably wouldn’t ask if Jack didn’t offer to talk - he could doubtlessly think of half a dozen reasons, none of them pleasant.
After a while the talk turned to monitoring of the Rift, and what their job actually entailed. Which reminded Jack of something he’d often thought about.
“You know, we have lots of stuff in storage that you might help us with Doctor. There's... let’s see... some mutating hippies from the Sixties, ‘The Invincible Vampire’ - would you know how to kill that for good? - and a silicate beast that we ought to have an expert look at, to mention just a few. Oh and the intelligent bear of course!"
"Intelligent bear?" The Doctor looked intrigued, and Jack nodded.
"The team found it up on Snowdon in 1937. Didn't have a clue how it got there or what to do with it, so they froze it."
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed and he appeared to be thinking hard. "It couldn't be..."
"Couldn't be what?" Donna asked, clearly as out of the loop as the rest of them.
"Show me!" he said, suddenly grinning.
Jack obligingly led the group to Bay 10 and soon pulled out the bear drawer. The Doctor let out a triumphant yell. "Ha! It is Brian! This is brilliant!"
"Brian?" Gwen said, looking from the bear to the Doctor. "Is he... a friend?"
"Oh no," the Doctor replied, busy scanning 'Brian' with his sonic screwdriver, "but there is this great reality TV show in the year 200100 called 'Bear With Me', which has a group of people living with a bear - and this is it! This is Brian the Bear."
"And I though Big Brother was bad," Donna commented dryly.
"Oh Big Brother is still around," the Doctor said, voice deceptively light, before turning to Jack. "Go on - wake him up! We'll take him home!"
"What?" said Donna, staring at the Doctor with her best ‘you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me’ look in her eyes. The Doctor however appeared immune and happily continued.
"We’ll take the bear home - or you know, take him wherever he want to go. Not sure any of the shows ever got re-created..."
He wasn't meeting Jack's eyes, and Jack couldn't blame him. Thankfully Donna ignored, or missed, the awkwardness.
"You want to take the bear in the TARDIS?"
"His name is Brian. And he's an intelligent bear and used to living with people. He won't tear you to pieces, honestly!"
Donna shook her head in exasperation, and Jack tried to hide a smile. The Doctor’s infectious joy was once more working its magic - and there was also the wonderful way in which the impossible became reality whenever he was around. For seventy-one years the bear had been at Torchwood, and now suddenly it could go home - just like that. Jack really wished he could think of a good excuse to kiss the Doctor again that wouldn’t upset Ianto...
But until then there were practical concerns.
"How do we get him in? It'll look a little weird walking a bear along Roald Dahl Plass. Although...” he tilted his head, “this is Cardiff. They’ve seen weirder."
The Doctor mused on this for a moment, then looked around. "Oh we could fit the TARDIS in here - I’ll go get it!"
He ran off excitedly, and Jack looked at Gwen and Ianto. "Guess we better go get the revival gear. Kinda unwieldily I know, but it’ll be easier to move than Brian."
Gwen had untold questions in her eyes, and Ianto none, so Jack thought he'd better let events unfold. He didn't want to spoil the Doctor's entrance. Catching Donna’s eyes he shook his head, and she winked back conspiratorially. Jack liked her a lot - she clearly had both feet planted firmly on the ground, which was precisely what the Doctor needed.
A little later they watched as the TARDIS materialised, and Gwen, eyes wide, walked up and stared at it.
“That is a spaceship? But it’s a wooden box!”
Ianto stepped up beside her and gently put a hand on one of the blue panels. “Well it’s not like any other wooden box. Chain saws, axes, lasers, even particle guns - they all just bounce off. It’s amazing to see.”
The Doctor opened the door, a wide grin on his face, but Jack’s attention was still on Ianto.
“You’ve seen the TARDIS before?”
A small smile on his lips, Ianto let his eyes travel over the spaceship. “Lisa and I snuck down to have a look at it. Felt like Christmas...”
There was a sudden dark shadow on the Doctor’s face as he turned to Ianto, and his voice had lost all warmth.
“You worked at Torchwood One.”
“Yes,” Ianto replied, holding his eyes, neither explaining nor apologising.
Jack wondered if he should intervene, when Donna did it for him.
“Who’s Lisa?”
Ianto’s eyes briefly met Donna’s, then he turned back to the TARDIS. Jack could see how he suddenly tensed, although he doubted anyone else noticed - Ianto’s body language mostly existed in decimal points and fractions.
“My girlfriend. She... she was killed along with everyone else at the Battle of Canary Wharf. Still not sure why I survived.”
There was a moment’s silence, then the Doctor caught Ianto’s eyes again.
“I’m glad someone did.”
Ianto wordlessly inclined his head; but then Jack cut in, desperate to get out of the sudden painful groove they’d fallen into again. He was so tired of death.
“C’mon, have a look inside, since this time the door is open - and Doctor, I know you love this bit.”
Gwen’s reaction was exactly as delightful as Jack had thought it’d be - he hadn’t known that her eyes could get quite that large, but she was fabulously overwhelmed - between hand waving and loud exclamations muttering to herself that Rhys would never believe it.
Ianto’s reaction was hard to gauge, and Jack walked up to him as the other slowly took in the otherworldly beauty and impossible dimensions of the TARDIS interior.
“I can see why you left,” Ianto said quietly.
Jack suddenly swallowed, and felt a dozen replies appear at the tip of his tongue - how he was sorry he'd run away, how he had needed to find the Doctor, how he wasn't going to leave any more and hadn't they covered this already; but then Owen interrupted again, irritated.
'Oh for fuck's sake, Jack, stop being so bloody self-centred for just one moment. It isn't always all about you!'
Then Tosh joined, her voice quiet, but insistent. 'Just look at him.'
And Jack noticed the silent wonder and awe in Ianto's eyes; understood that his words hadn’t been a reprimand, but understanding. Again Jack was reminded of how very young Ianto was - and how much he’d had to go through in his life already. How aliens had taken away everything... He ought to have a chance to get something back.
"Ianto," he said gently, "would you like to go?"
"Go where?" Ianto replied, obviously thrown.
"With the Doctor - go out there and see the universe. It's... amazing, trust me!"
The other one shook his head faintly as he tried to hide a smile. "I doubt very much that he'd want me on board."
"Of course he would!" Jack countered. "Heck, he ran away to the end of the universe to get away from me, and I've got an open invitation now... Besides, he kinda owes me."
"He ran away from you?"
Ianto swiftly looked from Jack to the Doctor, curious and faintly disapproving. The Doctor didn’t notice however, being in the middle of narrating something or other to Gwen and Donna which necessitated many wild gestures.
Jack bit his lip. "It's... a bit of a long story, I'll tell you later. But - do you want to go? Remember it's a time machine, you could be back tomorrow!"
There was a pause as Ianto considered, eyes slowly wandering over the TARDIS interior, but then he carefully shook his head. “No.”
“Ianto... you only have one life,” Jack said urgently, catching his eyes.
But Ianto only smiled, that look on his face that made Jack feel like the younger one.
“Precisely,” he replied, his hand briefly grasping Jack’s as he walked past him. “Shall we join the others?”
Jack could only nod as the meaning of the words began to sink in, and by the time he’d managed to process things a bit more Ianto was already by Gwen’s side, acting like nothing had just happened. Not that Jack knew exactly what had happened, except that it had been important. This relationship stuff was surprisingly difficult - actually just surprising, full stop.
The conversation washed over him, and somehow he managed to join in before reminding everyone that they were actually there because of a bear.
A while later they were all back in the conference room, this time watching Brian eating like he hadn’t had food for a century - which was of course more or less correct.
Gwen shook her head. “This is so weird. I mean, it was weird with Tommy, but at least he was human...”
At Donna’s look, Ianto smoothly told Tommy’s story - much to Jack’s relief being very careful to never bring up Tosh.
Then, realising that this might be a his best opportunity for a private moment, Jack touched the Doctor’s arm.
“Doctor, do you think you could just come with me and have a look at this fern...”
The Doctor looked puzzled, but readily followed. As they left Donna asked: “Fern?”
Gwen replied, and Jack could almost hear her eyes rolling. “Jack swears it flirts with him.”
“God you lot are weird!” Donna answered, and then their voices faded out.
It didn’t take long for the Doctor to ascertain that the fern was semi-sentient, with a fair few extra senses - just as Jack had thought - and then rattled on for quite a while about its home planet before acknowledging how quiet Jack had become.
“What?” he finally said, clearly bracing himself as he stood up, but simultaneously trying not to look worried.
"Doctor - will I die? For good?"
The Doctor avoided his eyes. "No one should know their future."
"A little late for that, isn’t it? Back on Malcassairo Martha said..."
Seeing that the Doctor was going to interrupt, Jack swiftly changed tactics.
"Doctor - I need to know." Taking a suddenly shaky breath his eyes swept over the Hub below, seeing all the shadows and ghosts that followed him everywhere.
"Until a few weeks ago I had four people on my team. Then I got two of them killed. In the century I've been here, only one employee ever grew old enough to draw a pension. I keep losing them, over and over and over again and I need to know that one day it'll be my turn."
The Doctor studied him silently, then slowly nodded. "You'll die."
"And you'll be there?"
"Yes, I'll be... I was there."
He smiled faintly at the awkwardness of the future/past phrasing, then added, "be a long time coming though. Very long. As far as the world knows you’ll have lived forever.”
Jack took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"I can live with that. Thank you.”
“No problem,” the Doctor replied, and they stood for a moment in awkward silence before moving.
As they walked down the stairs, the Doctor spoke again, voice light.
“Very observant fern by the way - seems you’ve managed to find someone with the same sense of... adventure as yourself.”
He let the sentence hang, and Jack shot him a sideways look.
“What exactly did that plant tell you?”
The Doctor took a deep breath and frowned. “Far more than I ever wanted to know. I wonder if I could wipe my own mind...”
Jack chuckled, and the Doctor shook his head. “At least this Ianto of yours seems to be able to control you somewhat - I’ll sleep better knowing that. Actually, if I hadn’t already seen proof to the contrary, I’d have thought him a saint.”
The smirk on Jack’s face deepened. “Oh, most of the attitude is just jealousy.”
“Jealousy?” the Doctor echoed, puzzled. Jack sighed, suddenly uncomfortable again. They’d stopped by the workstations, the silence only broken by the low hum of the computers.
“I abandoned them - ran out on all of them to get back to you,” Jack replied. “They all - Ianto especially - have a right to be cautious. Not your fault though, I... never really told them what happened.”
There was another pause as neither of them really knew what to say. Finally Jack crossed his arms, studying the Doctor. Guess he’d better ask the question that had been hanging between them since the start.
“So - Torchwood Three. What do you think?”
“Well...” The Doctor looked around, probably trying to buy time. “It’s certainly different to Torchwood One.”
Jack smiled wryly. “Different good or different bad?”
“Just... different.” The Doctor seemed to be almost lost in thought, but Jack could tell that he was concentrating. “But still so much death...”
Catching Jack’s eyes he shook his head. “How can you stand being here? The walls are screaming.”
“I heard most of those screams when they were first uttered,” Jack answered. “And they don’t fade from my memory, even if I run away.”
He paused for a moment, then slowly continued. “Saving the world is dirty, bloody work - if Torchwood is brutal, then that is because often there is no other way.”
Approval wasn’t something he expected - or needed - but the look in the Doctor’s eyes showed understanding, which was all that he’d hoped for. Jack knew that underneath the happy-go-lucky facade lay an ocean of ruthlessness - of course Torchwood’s overt display of this trait would make the Doctor react sharply.
And then he found himself suddenly smiling softly, a finger gently following the outline of Tosh’s computer screen - her last, bright smile still vivid in his mind.
“But... there are also good times. They’re all such wonderful, brilliant people - can’t you sense the laughter too, Doctor?”
He might have lost them - lost so many - but at least they were all accounted for. The worst part of The Year That Wasn’t had been when the Master dropped the tiniest hint about one of his team - a casual line here or there, making Jack go near crazy not knowing what had happened. Were they dead or alive? Fighting? Had the Master captured them? Had they been killed, maimed, tortured? Back then having them die in his arms would have been a relief...
He really needed to remember that more often - that things could always be worse.
Then the Doctor smiled and tilted his head.
“I can hear the laughter,” he replied, and Jack smiled back, as he too picked up the sounds coming from the conference room. He’d never heard a bear laugh before - it was a very rumbly sound.
“Shall we?” he asked, and the Doctor nodded. “Better get going - if I heard right Brian just broke the chair he was sitting on.”
A little later they were all outside the TARDIS again. The Doctor was shaking hands with Gwen, remarking that it was a shame he hadn’t met Rhys, when he suddenly startled her by hitting himself on the forehead. “Oh yes, I was going to give you this - seeing as how you said you’d never get him to believe the TARDIS!”
Reaching into a pocket he pulled out a small lidded box, about an inch and a half cubed, and with a flourish handed it over. Excitedly Gwen grasped and opened it, but then looked confused.
“It’s empty.”
Jack, who was standing behind her, leaned forward and put his mouth close to her ear.
“I think you’ll find that it’s bigger on the inside.”
She turned to him, frowning, and he smirked. Then, casting a glance at the Doctor, she put two fingers into the box, eyes widening as they easily disappeared.
“Oh my God!”
The Doctor laughed, delighted, and Jack felt extra specially grateful that Gwen was married. Otherwise the Doctor would have been very tempted to snatch her, he could tell. But then who wouldn’t?
“Goodbye Ianto Jones,” the Doctor said next, and, as he let go of his hand and stepped back, Gwen looked from one to the other.
“Doesn’t Ianto get a present?”
The Doctor tried to hide a smile. “Apparently all he needs to be happy is a stopwatch, and he’s already got one of those.”
Ianto’s eyes widened in alarm, and then he turned angry, accusatory eyes on Jack. Jack held up his hands, doing his best to look innocent.
“I’ve not said a word, I swear! Must have been the fern.”
Ianto kept glaring, but the look on his face was now the old ‘Bloody Torchwood’ that they all wore at various times. Seeing it, Jack began wondering just how difficult it’d now be to talk Ianto into having sex in the greenhouse, knowing that the plant was a voyeur - his partner still had an appalling number of inhibitions. Then he noticed Donna staring at them, yet again thrown.
“Stopwatch?”
Jack helpfully explained. “It’s the button on top...”
He didn’t get any further before Gwen began to giggle helplessly.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to breathe, “Just... the fern... do you think it might need counselling?”
And she collapsed again.
Donna shook her head and looked at the bear. “You know what Brian, I think they’re all crazy. Do you understand them?”
Brian shook his large, fuzzy head and Donna looked gratified.
“See?” said the Doctor, triumphantly. “I knew you’d get along!”
Then he spread his arms. “Well, I guess we’d better be on our way - Brian, I have some star maps and planet descriptions you might like to look at when choosing your new home.”
He suddenly shot Jack a shrewd look. “Although I hear the Isop Galaxy is rather nice...”
Jack’s mouth almost fell open, and then he frowned deeply. So much for ‘no one should know their future...’
After Donna had hugged Gwen - promising to keep in touch if at all possible - and happily shaken Ianto’s hand, they all waved goodbye, before watching as the TARDIS slowly faded into the vortex. It made time travel look so simple...
Jack took a slow breath and looked the other two.
“I think it’s maybe time to hire some new people...”
Gwen nodded, and Ianto indicated that they probably ought to go back upstairs.
“I have collected a few profiles that might be of interest, Sir.”
Jack patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, what would I do without you Ianto?”
“Leave ferns and other creatures un-traumatised?” Gwen answered, quick as a flash.
Jack growled at her, but she only giggled and ran off, her TARDIS box held tightly to her chest. “It’s already 5 o’clock and I’m going home to impress my husband! Meanwhile, you two - behave!”
For the first time in weeks there was a spring in her step, and Jack smiled.
“See why I like my Doctor?”
There was a pause, then Ianto replied.
“Well... as long as he always leaves when the patient is better.”
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It is too bad that Owen is know gone from the show, oh what a snarkfest he and the Doctor would have had. Especially since Owen was the living dead. Oh how the Doctor would have reacted to Jack's actions concerning the use of the Resurrection Gauntlet.
I am suprised you didn't think to have the Doctor pause for a second when meeting Gwen, and ask "Do I know you ?"
Since she was in the first series, and I loved that Donna met Ianto. Ianto is fun, all sarcasm and calmness.
PS Will we find out what happens to Brian ?
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Thank you and thank you. I do love this 'verse very, very much and teh funny just writes itself! :)
I love to see the Doctor and Ianto meet.
I swear I'd give my right arm to see them meet on screen!
Poor Jack, Ianto and Gwen their loss is so hard. I am glad the Doctor was able to help Jack, and to give him some peace.
They just keep breaking my heart - and I really think Jack needs some peace. *pets him*
I also sure that is how Donna would react if she ever met Jack.
Well either that or this. :)
And I have always thought Gwen would be the kind of a girl the Doctor would snatch as to have as a companion. The Doctor would call Rhys Idiot Jr though.
Gwen is perfect Companion material - and yes, Rhys wouldn't take kindly to the Doctor and vice versa. Someone ought to write that...
It is too bad that Owen is know gone from the show, oh what a snarkfest he and the Doctor would have had. Especially since Owen was the living dead. Oh how the Doctor would have reacted to Jack's actions concerning the use of the Resurrection Gauntlet.
I'd have *loved* to have seen Owen and the Doctor meet. *contemplates possibilities* And Jack was rather careful about what he told the Doctor...
I am suprised you didn't think to have the Doctor pause for a second when meeting Gwen, and ask "Do I know you ?" Since she was in the first series
I cannot *believe* I didn't think about that! ::facepalm::
I loved that Donna met Ianto. Ianto is fun, all sarcasm and calmness.
My love of Ianto is ridiculously enormous! And I adore writing him, because 99% the time it's all subtext. As I said, they should really, really have him meet the Doctor in canon!
PS Will we find out what happens to Brian ?
I was about to say no, but now I've got a little plotbunny... Give it a few days (/weeks).
Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, it's like getting a surprise chocolate cake! *hugs*
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I'm assuming they'll bring back Martha; it would make logical sense. And she might be fun! And I hear a rumour all over teh interwebs this morning that JM might be back too!
I like this story; you've done what you set out to do and written a crossover (I have such a weakness for crossovers!) where the Doctor serves a purpose for TW. You're right; it's almost always the other way around in the stories I've read.
Ianto having seen the TARDIS at Canary Warf was a clever touch. Makes sense, and creates some nice tension. Nice use of the "If it's alien, it's ours" line too. This is one divide they aren't going to cross, and I'm glad you acknowledge it.
And Donna! I love her so much, and you wrote her well!
And the poor, traumatized fern! ::snickers::
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I think you have to be made out of stone not to have your heart broken by it.
I'm assuming they'll bring back Martha; it would make logical sense. And she might be fun!
She would - but then on the other hand I really like her with UNIT. Guess we'll see.
And I hear a rumour all over teh interwebs this morning that JM might be back too!
I'm terribly ambivalent about that - I mean he's fine as a guest star, but I wouldn't want him to be a regular. Do I have to hand in my JM badge now? (I actually have one!)
I like this story; you've done what you set out to do and written a crossover (I have such a weakness for crossovers!) where the Doctor serves a purpose for TW. You're right; it's almost always the other way around in the stories I've read.
You know, that way of looking at it partly came from this post, which I love (it is hard to 'sideline' the Doctor though - he's such an attention whore). And I also have a HUGE weakness for crossovers - writing this was pure self-indulgence.
Ianto having seen the TARDIS at Canary Warf was a clever touch. Makes sense, and creates some nice tension.
Oh what I wouldn't give to see Ianto and the Doctor meet on screen... because there *would* be tension!
Nice use of the "If it's alien, it's ours" line too. This is one divide they aren't going to cross, and I'm glad you acknowledge it.
The Doctor would never be comfortable there, I don't think, and using Ianto (who in many ways *is* Torchwood) just worked beautifully.
And Donna! I love her so much, and you wrote her well!
Donna is made of awesome and totally wrote herself! (And I think she'd think TW weirder than most alien planets...)
And the poor, traumatized fern! ::snickers::
Ah, but that was just Gwen's spin on it. The fern was actually very happy... ;) (This is why I love sci-fi so very, very much!)
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I think JM works best a recurring. His arc on AtS for example would have made a lot more sense if he'd been recurring. Does this make me a bad fan too? I'd enjoy seeing him back on TW though! And I'm hoping for more PC Andy, too!
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I've not watched it, and nothing can make me. *goes off to admire John Simm some more*
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I think JM works best a recurring. His arc on AtS for example would have made a lot more sense if he'd been recurring. Does this make me a bad fan too?
Yes! (But then the Spike/Angel story was *the* story for me in S5.)
I'd enjoy seeing him back on TW though! And I'm hoping for more PC Andy, too!
PC Andy makes *everything* better. And Rhys!
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Squee! Thank you! :)
Brian and the sentient fern were the cream on the cake, so to speak,
I love this 'verse so very, very much. :) (All the stuff TW have in storage I got from the website btw. I love whoever wrote it!)
plus I now have Brian & Face of Boe meeting visions.
Me too! Although having thought about this a fair bit, I don't think he was in a jar yet come 200,000. Taking 'Exit Wounds' at face value, 2000 years made no difference to his looks, so I'm thinking he was still human-shaped at that point in the future, he'd just changed his name. (And - presuming his timeline is more or less linear - he lives for 5 billion years. That's a LOT!) /rambly
It's the kind of cheering up visit by the Doctor that Team Torchwood could definitely need
Isn't it just? Something to remind them how wonderful aliens can be.
and the serious conversation between Jack and the Doctor was as important and note-perfect.
Oh thank you so much for saying that - I knew that there were things Jack needed to talk about, but neither of them are any good at 'intimate' conversations... It was a balancing act.
So was Jack having an Owen voice in his ear now on certain occasions.
I miss Owen SO much! I loved writing him, however briefly.
And yes, Gwen would definitely be companion material...
It'd be interesting to see how she'd do on the Tardis, considering her Torchwood training. The guns issue for one thing...
Anyway, thank you lots for reading (and stalking me?), and I'm so pleased you liked it! :)
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They're so broken at the beginning, it's good to see them starting to heal, even if it's only in fic.
I loved the Owen voice in Jack's head and Ianto being jealous. The voyeuristic fern is just awesome. What exactly did it tell the Doctor? And will they ever be able to play naked hide and seek again?
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Oh I'm so pleased! I got the initial idea *weeks* ago, but it took a while for the whole thing to come together. Very glad you liked it. :)
They're so broken at the beginning, it's good to see them starting to heal, even if it's only in fic.
Fic is sometimes very necessary. I miss my show!
I loved the Owen voice in Jack's head and Ianto being jealous.
Oh I had *so* much fun writing it - I always liked Owen in all his wankerish-ness, and passive-aggressive Ianto was a pure delight. I could write him all day!
The voyeuristic fern is just awesome.
::grins:: I guess it's just seeing it all the time, because people use that screenshot from 'Adrift' a LOT - and it *is* an alien plant... and suddenly it was just obvious that it had to be 'alive'. :)
What exactly did it tell the Doctor? And will they ever be able to play naked hide and seek again?
I have no idea what exactly it told the Doctor, but I'm guessing it's 'seen' *plenty*! And as for their games, then Jack just needs to get Ianto to embrace 'public' sex!
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I agree that Gwen seems like the type the Doctor would choose as a companion, but I don't know that they'd be compatible long term. She always does what she thinks is best, even when someone who knows more about the situation gives her instructions, a la Adrift. The Doctor's got a bit too much of an ego (which is not to say he hasn't earned it) for him to coexist with someone who ignores authority. Gwen can't make tough choices, either. She gets too hung up on the little things, rather than seeing the big picture, like with the girl and the faeries (I forget the episode title) in the first season. She and the Doctor would argue about things like that, and I think she would ultimately go behind his back and try to do things her way, as we've seen her do with Jack and Torchwood.
Lovely story that raises some interesting questions, overall. And I loved the sentient fern; it's original touches like that that make a fic memorable.
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I have a particular fondness for crossover fics too. They're just too much fun!
I really wish Ianto had gone with him, though. He deserves so much more than a life of cleaning up after Jack.
Well yes and no - or rather, that is not how Ianto sees it. And at this point in time, I don't think anything can tear him away from Jack (& Torchwood).
Plus it would be interesting to see how the two get along, given their history with Jack... any chance you'd write a version of the story in which Ianto becomes his companion? The Doctor could come back for him, after all.
I have *so* many other things to write, but one day I might have a crack at it - it would certainly be interesting. *ponders*
And why didn't he give Ianto a present?
Well the Doctor isn't really in the habit of giving presents - Gwen was an anomaly (the Doctor would really like her I think, he'd totally lap up all that wide-eyed excitement), and it was partly for Rhys' sake. Also he got to have a little fun at Ianto's expense (the Doctor can be rather cheeky we know, and also he doesn't like the Torchwood attitude...).
I agree that Gwen seems like the type the Doctor would choose as a companion, but I don't know that they'd be compatible long term.
Oh I definitely agree with you there - especially given her Torchwood training, the Doctor would get very frustrated.
Lovely story that raises some interesting questions, overall.
Thank you! My stories are usually full of meta, so it's lovely for someone to go with that. Questions are always good. :)
And I loved the sentient fern; it's original touches like that that make a fic memorable.
Well it's practically joining in in 'Adrift', so it struck me as a plausible way to go... and fun of course.
Thank you lots again, your feedback was very interesting!
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Squee! Thank you! I had so much fun writing them all, I'm so glad it worked - they're just so wonderful I'd hate to get them wrong.
Tosh and Owen keeping Jack in line and everyone carefully talking around certain issues and...I could go on for days.
I was so happy I managed to get the *whole* team in somehow - I miss Owen and Tosh terribly. And I love writing stories where people are tip-toeing around things - where what's not said is as important as what is.
Loved Ianto's reaction to the Tardis.
Thank you. I could write him forever.
I know if they all do eventually meet on screen it will go differently (probably a huge crisis because what isn't?) but this is the meeting I wish for them. Well done!
In a way I almost wish they *don't* meet, because then we can go on imagining different ways... (I've written about Ianto & the Doctor before, but with a different spin to it. There are just endless possibilities!) Although considering what they did with Jack & Ianto's first meeting I'm guessing they might come up with something pretty awesome!
What I mean is probably 'thank you' - again! :)
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I love this bit to pieces. Nicely done!
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Thank you for the laughs and smiles! I think you've got all the voices right, from both shows, which isn't easy, and Jack's point of view, sliding from joy to sorrow so quickly.
"counseling for the fern"--hee hee!
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I've still not re-watched it...
Thank you for the laughs and smiles!
Oh my pleasure! And after all, isn't this what fic is for? (Well one of the things. *g*)
I think you've got all the voices right, from both shows, which isn't easy, and Jack's point of view, sliding from joy to sorrow so quickly.
Thank you so much - it was awkward keeping all their voices in my head, but thankfully they're all such strong personalities that they came through quite clearly. And Jack... I love writing Jack - he's just the most fascinating character. (Also he just needs lots of hugs, poor thing! Thank goodness Ianto is there to give them to him.)
"counseling for the fern"--hee hee!
Only in Torchwood! ;)
Thank you lots for your comment!
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Well that's quite a compliment - thank you! I had lots of fun writing it, I'm so glad people are enjoying it. :)
But the last line was really for the win!
Ianto really doesn't give an inch! *pets him*
Thank you for a delightful read!
Thank *you* for commenting, it really means a lot!
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And you made a bear!!
Ianto's characterization can be tough but I think you nailed his contradictions. (Good characterization can be tought - there's loads of really OOC Iatno out there!) I particularly liked how he didn't back down about Torchwood One.
But this line:
Jack could see how he suddenly tensed, although he doubted anyone else noticed - Ianto’s body language mostly existed in decimal points and fractions.
Was absolutely brilliant. Probably the best insight into Ianto I've ever seen.
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Crossover fics are something I adore, and I *so* wish something like this would happen in canon. (Not that I think my story is special, but Torchwood 3 really need something.)
And you made a bear!!
I didn't! The bear was all there ready and waiting. All I did was to presume that it was the same bear that was mentioned in 'Bad Wolf'! Although I did name it! :)
Ianto's characterization can be tough but I think you nailed his contradictions. (Good characterization can be tought - there's loads of really OOC Iatno out there!)
Thank you so much! Ianto is terribly complicated, because he's like an iceberg - most of his motivations etc are hiding below the surface. And I tip-toe with great caution around TW fic - mostly I've just been reading
I particularly liked how he didn't back down about Torchwood One.
Oh he so wouldn't - he really is unbelievably stubborn. (I wrote a short-ish fic about him a while ago, so I'd figured out his attitude re the Doctor already. That helped. *g*)
Was absolutely brilliant. Probably the best insight into Ianto I've ever seen.
::curls up into happy ball and purrs:: (I'm going to live off that comment for *weeks*! Squee!)
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It's good that you have a canary in the mine as far as TW. I've been burned far too many times to drift outside of author's I *know* aren't going to kill me dead with their sparkly woobie fic. I guess it just proves that we all don't watch the same show.
And I mean it, that line was transcendent and made me catch my breath.
(I did forget to mention this the first time around, you might want to change Tardis to "TARDIS". Fandom can get tetchy about that.
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It is one of the best lines ever! (And I'll happily claim Brian as my own!)
It's good that you have a canary in the mine as far as TW.
I have
I've been burned far too many times to drift outside of author's I *know* aren't going to kill me dead with their sparkly woobie fic. I guess it just proves that we all don't watch the same show.
'Sparkly woobie fic' is going to make me giggle for the rest of the day I think. And yes, we really do watch different shows - a lot fannish life is about finding those watching the same show.
And I mean it, that line was transcendent and made me catch my breath.
::wibbles:: I was terribly pleased with it when I wrote it, especially because the rest of the fic isn't fabulous writing-wise, so it really means a lot that people noticed! (If only there were more hours in the day, my writing might improve...)
(I did forget to mention this the first time around, you might want to change Tardis to "TARDIS". Fandom can get tetchy about that.
You know, I wondered about that. Thank you - will do!
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Thank you. At first I was just aiming for fun (writing a 'coda' for Exit Wounds just seemed rather dautning), but the serious stuff just demanded to be addressed.
And I love Donna and how she interacts with TW (especially Jack, can't wait for DW finale...).
I *so* can't wait either - a lot of this fic was just pure self-indulgence! :)
I'm in denial regarding the whole FOB business, but that was a nice touch, giving Jack some comfort in the knowledge that he'll die and won't suffer forever.
Denial is a perfectly valid choice! But yes - I like that he gets a little comfort.
I could really see this happening and the Doctor was great for the team
They *so* need a lift of some sort, and the Doctor's manic happiness would be perfect.
(I especially liked Ianto's last line)
Thank you - that line really did write itself! (Ianto is so much fun - and he never gives an inch. *g*)
Thank you lots for reading & your feedback! :)
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Hee hee hee! Oh, this was utterly delightful. So much fun!
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Thank you so much for your comment - so very pleased that you liked it, since I had a lot of fun writing it. :)
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This brought a big smile :
an' I wasted a whole day on that and ruined a nice pair of shoes. I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a pokerfaced pretty boy in a fancy suit.. that is so Donna .
I liked the combination of humor , sweetness and seriousness , the whole atmosphere that you created.
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Thank you! It truly was a joy to write. :)
that is so Donna .
Isn't it just? My Donna love knows no bounds!
I liked the combination of humor , sweetness and seriousness , the whole atmosphere that you created.
I think this partly due to the nature of the show - Doctor Who can be any and every genre, and gets away with cramming everything together. And it just works. :)