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@seenspaceandtimeâ | for Ianto
âUncle Ianto!â
Micaâs face lit up with delight as she ran to him, throwing her arms around his legs in a tight hug and clinging there, a bright grin spread across her cheeks. It had been ages since sheâd gotten a chance to see him, and she really had missed him a lot but heâd promised heâd come visit soon and now here he was.
"when was the last time you ate something?" (( From Graham to Jack // @seenspaceandtime ))
âIâve been busy?â Jack tried to half-heartedly protest, taking a sip of his coffee as he shot a glare at the mountain of paperwork on his desk. Apparently a shit ton of paperwork, plus the rift, plus Cardiffâs weevil population these days left for very little time to do anything else. It was one of those occasions in which his minimal need (and ability) for sleep came in useful, but he still had so much to get through.
@seenspaceandtimeÂ
âBut you look the same?âÂ
Confusion coloured Stevenâs expression as he pored over the photograph and listened to the explanation. Heâd never seen any photos of his mum when she was little, and the few photos they had of Grandma were just when she was older. Now that he thought about it, there were no pictures of Jack whatsoever, although he hadnât really noticed it before.
It was a lot to take in, and he still wasnât entirely sure what was going on. What he did know was that Jack was crying, and so he turned to fling his arms around Jackâs neck, hugging him as tightly as he could muster.
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The Doctor stumbled into the Torchwood Pizza Front business, not remembering who he was. âSomeone told me to ask for a Jack Harkness?â He asked the person at the front.
Ianto was really beginning to feel like he deserved a pay rise. Heâd lost count of the number of times heâd warned off random sight-seeing aliens whoâd wandered into the place, but this was admittedly one of the first times someone had specifically asked for Jack, and he touched his earpiece quietly, raising an eyebrow.
âAnd who should I say is asking for him, sir?â
âI... I donât know who I am.â He confessed, sighing. âAll I had was a name and adress in my pocket.â He sat down, fully prepared to be turned away. He was unkempt, hair messy and suit dirty, and realized such.
âOf course,â Ianto said politely, internally sighing. Because of course, this could never be easy. It rarely was when Jack was involved, and he sent out the call for him with a quick movement, studying the man in front of him, âHe should be down shortly, sir. May I get you anything?â
His eyes examined the man, watching him call for someone. âWater?â He asked. âMaybe a slice of pizza if you have any.â
âOf course,â Ianto nodded, setting about getting what was requested and passing it across to the rather strange looking man, wondering just who he was. Eventually Jack came skidding down, nearly tripping over himself, but just shooting a cocky smirk in Iantoâs direction before turning his head and growing confused.
âHello,â Jack responded, his voice croaky from disuse, and he grimaced at the sound of it. Just how long had he been stuck on the satellite anyway? From the amount of blacking out heâd done, he couldnât quite remember, hadnât been able to properly keep track. And the Doctor hadnât come back for him. The thought made his heart constrict painfully. Heâd been so hopeful.
âJack Harkness,â he introduced, his voice still weak, but he managed to flicker on a faint smile even as he slumped back against the pillow, exhausted. Part of him wanted to ask what the hell the other man had been doing apparently just exploring a half destroyed and near abandoned satellite, but admittedly it was the sort of thing he probably would have done for fun.
After asking Gwen if she had seen a pig around Torchwood. Gwen had asked if she had checked the Medbay, not realising that Arcadia had meant a literal pig. Racing into the Medbay she came face to face with Owen. âYouâre not a pig!â
âLast time I checked, no, sorry to disappoint,â Owen retorted with a faint scowl, raising an eyebrow, scoffing softly before turning back down the steps to continue his autopsy. Another weevil, hardly anything new or interesting, but for the sake of research, he always ended up doing this. Just in case anything new presented itself.
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âMicro pigs are a commercialist lie. They donât stay that small. They grow and they grow big. I donât need to be a Doctor to know that. This isnât the sort of place to keep a pig, itâs cruel,â Owen retorted, his eyes narrowing, âIt will be hurting me when it carries in bacteria and germs that contaminate my samples, or when it eats through something it shouldnât.â
âRight. Of course,â Jackâs response was dry, one eyebrow quirked. Alright, so he was curious, but he certainly didnât trust Missy in any regards. After all, regeneration or not, this was still the person whoâd had no issue with chaining him up and torturing him for a year, amongst other things.
Guardian and Captain
"What?" The Guardian was relaxing when his sonic screwdriver went off. He checked it. "Ugh, a ripple in spacetime, I can't-." He did a double take. "I know that reading, it's a vortex manipulator. Better see what's going on." He set off, tracing the energy signature. When the TARDIS materialized he peeked out. "Earth? Where are we?"
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Jack really needed to hire new employees.
Admittedly, the benefit of being the sole employee of Torchwood Three meant little budgeting, no explaining himself and no worrying about his colleagues dying. But also, doing it all by himself was proving more and more difficult. Still, the thought of replacing Alex, the rest of the team, after everything that had happened on New Years Eve, just hurt too much.
Which meant taking down weevils by himself. And apparently, almost running into strangers.
âWhoops, sorry there!â
"My mistake, I was just-." The Guardian started before his Sonic Screwdriver bleeped. "Oh, it's you that's sending off that reading. Wearing a Vortex Manipulator? Not a fan of those myself, but to each their own I suppose."
The sight of the sonic screwdriver for a brief moment had his hopes rising, until he glanced at it again. Not quite right, and this just didnât feel like the Doctor. But another Time Lord then? He honestly wasnât sure what to make of it, but still, it was certainly something, and he could only hope that the Doctor would drop by sooner or later.
âTime Agent. Used to be. You?â
The Doctor and The Captain
"Oi, behave!" The Doctor cried. The TARDIS was being more than a little bit tedious.
The Doctor held onto the console for dear life until-BANG! The TARDIS landed so hard that The Doctor was thrown through the doors, basically somersaulting until he came to hit a wall-like structure.
"Blimey that hasn't happened for a while." Then he looked around and saw where he was. "Cardiff?" That could only mean one thing.
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Jack had to admit, he didnât often just stand and watch the bay. Or if he did, it was usually from a rooftop, but today, heâd decided to relax a little closer to the ground. Heâd sent the others home, they deserved a bit of a rest after the whole debacle with the space whale, and heâd needed time to reconcile everything within himself as well. Needless to say, it had left them all a little strung out.
What he hadnât been expecting to hear was an all too familiar noise, and one that heâd heard not that long ago as well. Tilting his head, he looked around, eyes widening as the TARDIS slammed into view and a familiar figure in a long coat was all but thrown out into the street. Pushing himself off the railing, he approached, raising an eyebrow.
âI know I said you should visit, but I was expecting you to probably wait another century or two.â
"Blame the TARDIS." The Doctor groaned. "But never mind, how's the team?"
âAlways blaming your ship, youâre gonna hurt her feelings,â Jack teased lightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the Time Lord standing in front of him. How long had it been for him? A similar amount of time? Or had he been jumping around for decades in the few months that it had been for Jack? It was nigh on impossible to tell, âHopefully resting right now. Itâs been a wild few months.â
"Where are we now? Last time I saw you was..." The Time Lord racked his brain. "Year That Never Was I believe."
âSame for me. That was a few months ago though. How long has it been for you?â Jack asked curiously. It was always a challenge to figure out how much time had passed between them, given the others time travelling, and his own unchanging appearance.
Brooke made a beeline for the Captain before clinging to him. "Daddy!" He never came back for her. She stares up at him, not seeing any recognition that he knows her. Granted she was a toddler back then. "It's Brooke." she's no longer little, but she's still a child (moving all my characters into one blog now)
Jack had to admit, life was usually pretty weird for him. It was part of working at Torchwood after all, no real surprise there. But this was topping the scale even for him. Never before had he had a kid appear and suddenly cling to him and call him âdaddyâ. Part of him wanted to brush it off as merely a mistake, but there was doubt in his mind. Two years of his memories were still missing after all, and he could remember being pregnant once, holding a little baby girl, but after thatâŠnothing. Waking up back at the Time Agency, deciding that enough was enough.
Slowly he pried her arms loose so he could kneel down in front of her, one hand gently holding her and the other cupping her cheek. Even he had to admit that there was a striking similarity. Was thisâŠwas this possible?
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âItâs not that, sweetheart, she wanted you very much,â Jack instinctively soothed, kissing the top of her head gently and hugging her close. God, he wanted nothing more right now than to rip the Time Agency apart for what it had done to them, âI thought Iâd lost her...but she didnât remember either.â
Steven knew that his mum wasnât very happy with Uncle Jack, even though he wasnât entirely sure why. He also knew that even before Mum and Uncle Jack had argued quite a bit, when theyâd thought heâd gone to bed and couldnât hear, or wasnât paying attention. He didnât know why they fought though. Uncle Jack was his hero.
Steven attached himself to Jackâs side, giving him a hug as best he could before turning his head to look at the photograph again. Puzzled, he shook his head, looking back up for an answer.
Starter Call
Steven could understand the hard time bit. Life had been normal and then there was the really weird time not that long ago that he couldnât really remember a lot of, and now things were...well, different. A little strange. Everything had changed, and yet people acted as if nothing had. Any time he asked his mum, she just seemed to want to forget about it, told him not to ask, when he just wanted to know.
âAre you sad?â he asked quietly.
âHey!â Jack snapped, reaching out to take the photograph which had clearly been stolen from his desk drawer, and he held the object tight against his chest even as a loose tear trickled down his cheek. âI donât go snooping around in your stuff, do I? No? Then leave. mine. alone.â
Steven blinked, a surprised and confused frown on his face as he looked up at Jack. Uncle Jack had never snapped at him like that before, and Steven hadnât thought he was doing anything wrong having a look at the picture. He hadnât meant to snoop.
âIâm sorry Uncle Jack...â
iâm not sure which i find funnier:
- the fact someone tried to tell me captain jack is 100% straight
or
- the fact someone tried to tell me captain jack is 100% gay
like excuse you, john barrowman did not lay smackers on both billie piper and christopher eccleston, as well as grope a robot for someone to try and tell me that captain jack harkness does not swing violently in all directions at all times, often with a gun shoved up his ass
Brooke made a beeline for the Captain before clinging to him. "Daddy!" He never came back for her. She stares up at him, not seeing any recognition that he knows her. Granted she was a toddler back then. "It's Brooke." she's no longer little, but she's still a child (moving all my characters into one blog now)
Jack had to admit, life was usually pretty weird for him. It was part of working at Torchwood after all, no real surprise there. But this was topping the scale even for him. Never before had he had a kid appear and suddenly cling to him and call him âdaddyâ. Part of him wanted to brush it off as merely a mistake, but there was doubt in his mind. Two years of his memories were still missing after all, and he could remember being pregnant once, holding a little baby girl, but after thatâŠnothing. Waking up back at the Time Agency, deciding that enough was enough.
Slowly he pried her arms loose so he could kneel down in front of her, one hand gently holding her and the other cupping her cheek. Even he had to admit that there was a striking similarity. Was thisâŠwas this possible?
@acrossandbeyondthemultiverse
âItâs a little bit more complex than that, but essentially, yeah, she is,â Jack soothed, rocking her back and forth. Technically, if they were going by current human terms, mother probably applied more to him, given heâd been the one pregnant and everything, but that was a question for another day.
After asking Gwen if she had seen a pig around Torchwood. Gwen had asked if she had checked the Medbay, not realising that Arcadia had meant a literal pig. Racing into the Medbay she came face to face with Owen. âYouâre not a pig!â
âLast time I checked, no, sorry to disappoint,â Owen retorted with a faint scowl, raising an eyebrow, scoffing softly before turning back down the steps to continue his autopsy. Another weevil, hardly anything new or interesting, but for the sake of research, he always ended up doing this. Just in case anything new presented itself.
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âLook, thereâs no such thing as a small breed of pig. And this is my goddamn workplace, and having a farmyard animal running around poses a risk to my work, so Iâm well within my right to have an issue with it,â Owen snapped back, completely unphased by her insult, âIâm sorry, but the hub is no place for a farmyard animal. Itâs not fair on the pig, for one.â
