Smallville/DCU/Torchwood - fic - Little Lost City, Jack/Ianto, Clark, Bruce, PG
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Fandoms - Smallville/DCU/Torchwood
Title - Little Lost City
Author - laurab1
Pairing/Characters - Jack/Ianto, Clark, Bruce
Rating - PG
Length - 750 words
Spoilers - TW: 2.8 A Day in the Death, 2.10 From Out of the Rain
Summary - When Clark was a little younger, the Fortress had told him of Kandor, how Brainiac had shrunk the Kryptonian city, and placed it in a jar.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
One of the items recovered from the Parker house is:
"An entire intelligent civilisation in a jam jar. It appears to be perfectly safe in there."
It's quite clearly Kandor ;)
Little Lost City
by Laura
When Clark was a little younger, the Fortress had told him of Kandor, how Brainiac had shrunk the Kryptonian city, and placed it in a jar. The jar had been lost.
And now, a few years later, Bruce, who knew everything (Clark had long since stopped worrying just how that was the case and just accepted the fact that he did), was telling him it could be on Earth. Presumably, it'd been carried in the wake of his ship, thrown out into space when Krypton had exploded.
“It was in the possession of Mr Henry John Parker, recently deceased. Torchwood Three have it, now, Clark,” he said, as they stood in the Batcave.
“Do they know that you’re keeping an eye on them?” Clark asked.
“Of course not.”
It was too quick, which meant Bruce suspected they did.
“Guess I’d better get to Cardiff, then, and retrieve it.”
***
“Think you’ve got something of mine, sir,” Jack heard an American accent say.
An American accent that hadn’t set off any of the Hub alarms. He looked up from the report Ianto had written on Parker’s meteorites, and was greeted by, well, a costume.
The likes of which he hadn’t seen for eighty years.
There was an ‘S’ snaking over the well-built chest. So, this was the man Steven Cohen in New York’s Torchwood Six had been acting like a lovesick teenager over. Jack managed to make his way up to the guy’s face, and the bluest eyes he’d seen for a very long time.
Damn. ‘You’re right, Steve, this Superman guy is hot as hell.’
Jack took a deep breath, composing himself, crossing his arms. The lock of black hair on the man’s forehead was kinda distracting. “What might that be, gorgeous? And just how did you sneak in here, anyway?”
“It’s a jar. There’s a whole city inside it, including the people.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do, Captain Jack Harkness. Could you find it for me, please?”
So much for supposedly being secret. ‘You’re the one who decided to plaster Torchwood all over the cars and guns,’ a voice told him. “How do you know my name?”
“I have…sources.”
“And what’s this city to you?”
“Part of home. Part of where I can’t go, because my planet was destroyed.”
Krypton, wasn’t it? Jack had no idea exactly what had happened to it, just that the planet had suddenly blinked out of the timeline. The guy looked so incredibly sad, and Jack understood only too well. He touched his earpiece. “Ianto, could you get Parker’s jar for me, please?”
“Of course, Jack.”
“How will you know if this jar is yours?” he asked, while they waited.
“I’ll be able to see the people,” the brightly clad man said.
“Enhanced vision?”
“Very enhanced vision.”
“Cool.”
Ianto entered Jack’s office, carrying the jar. “Sir,” he greeted Superman, handing it to Jack.
“This little thing belongs to our visitor, Ianto, he claims.” Jack gave the jar to the Kryptonian. “Tell us what you can see.”
***
Using his microscopic vision, Clark looked into the jar. Sure enough, he could see the Kandorians; like him, like Jor-El and Lara, they all bore crests on their clothes. He smiled. He wasn’t quite so alone, any longer.
“Is it what you hoped it would be?” Jack asked him.
“Yes. Thank you. I’m taking this home with me, okay? Goodbye, Jack, Ianto.”
He exited the base as quickly and quietly as he’d come in, and listened for their reactions to his sonic boom.
“Damn, he’s fast, Ianto.”
“He is. What mach was that, do you reckon?”
“Oh, about six. We should find you some skin-tight lycra, y’know.”
“Really, Jack?”
Clark could hear the raised eyebrow. He knew that tone.
”Nah, suits are a hell of a lot better. All that anticipation, slow exposure.”
“It’s probably just as well I look terrible in lycra, then, sir.”
Jack laughed. ”C’mere, you.” Then they were kissing.
Clark smiled, and sped on, over the Atlantic, back home.
***
“Kandor?” Bruce had simply asked, as Clark deposited the jar on a Batcave table.
“Yes. Shields on their clothes, same as the rest of us.”
And now, Clark was in the Arctic, at the Fortress. He placed the jar on one of the many ice structures. The Kandorians were home, all the good parts of Krypton were together, in one place. And for once, the Fortress was clearly happy. Clark smiled, and flew back to Metropolis.
He couldn’t wait to tell Lois.
-end-
crosspost:
sv_fanfic
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
crossoverfic
bringthehappy
Teaspoon
Fandoms - Smallville/DCU/Torchwood
Title - Little Lost City
Author - laurab1
Pairing/Characters - Jack/Ianto, Clark, Bruce
Rating - PG
Length - 750 words
Spoilers - TW: 2.8 A Day in the Death, 2.10 From Out of the Rain
Summary - When Clark was a little younger, the Fortress had told him of Kandor, how Brainiac had shrunk the Kryptonian city, and placed it in a jar.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
One of the items recovered from the Parker house is:
"An entire intelligent civilisation in a jam jar. It appears to be perfectly safe in there."
It's quite clearly Kandor ;)
Little Lost City
by Laura
When Clark was a little younger, the Fortress had told him of Kandor, how Brainiac had shrunk the Kryptonian city, and placed it in a jar. The jar had been lost.
And now, a few years later, Bruce, who knew everything (Clark had long since stopped worrying just how that was the case and just accepted the fact that he did), was telling him it could be on Earth. Presumably, it'd been carried in the wake of his ship, thrown out into space when Krypton had exploded.
“It was in the possession of Mr Henry John Parker, recently deceased. Torchwood Three have it, now, Clark,” he said, as they stood in the Batcave.
“Do they know that you’re keeping an eye on them?” Clark asked.
“Of course not.”
It was too quick, which meant Bruce suspected they did.
“Guess I’d better get to Cardiff, then, and retrieve it.”
***
“Think you’ve got something of mine, sir,” Jack heard an American accent say.
An American accent that hadn’t set off any of the Hub alarms. He looked up from the report Ianto had written on Parker’s meteorites, and was greeted by, well, a costume.
The likes of which he hadn’t seen for eighty years.
There was an ‘S’ snaking over the well-built chest. So, this was the man Steven Cohen in New York’s Torchwood Six had been acting like a lovesick teenager over. Jack managed to make his way up to the guy’s face, and the bluest eyes he’d seen for a very long time.
Damn. ‘You’re right, Steve, this Superman guy is hot as hell.’
Jack took a deep breath, composing himself, crossing his arms. The lock of black hair on the man’s forehead was kinda distracting. “What might that be, gorgeous? And just how did you sneak in here, anyway?”
“It’s a jar. There’s a whole city inside it, including the people.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do, Captain Jack Harkness. Could you find it for me, please?”
So much for supposedly being secret. ‘You’re the one who decided to plaster Torchwood all over the cars and guns,’ a voice told him. “How do you know my name?”
“I have…sources.”
“And what’s this city to you?”
“Part of home. Part of where I can’t go, because my planet was destroyed.”
Krypton, wasn’t it? Jack had no idea exactly what had happened to it, just that the planet had suddenly blinked out of the timeline. The guy looked so incredibly sad, and Jack understood only too well. He touched his earpiece. “Ianto, could you get Parker’s jar for me, please?”
“Of course, Jack.”
“How will you know if this jar is yours?” he asked, while they waited.
“I’ll be able to see the people,” the brightly clad man said.
“Enhanced vision?”
“Very enhanced vision.”
“Cool.”
Ianto entered Jack’s office, carrying the jar. “Sir,” he greeted Superman, handing it to Jack.
“This little thing belongs to our visitor, Ianto, he claims.” Jack gave the jar to the Kryptonian. “Tell us what you can see.”
***
Using his microscopic vision, Clark looked into the jar. Sure enough, he could see the Kandorians; like him, like Jor-El and Lara, they all bore crests on their clothes. He smiled. He wasn’t quite so alone, any longer.
“Is it what you hoped it would be?” Jack asked him.
“Yes. Thank you. I’m taking this home with me, okay? Goodbye, Jack, Ianto.”
He exited the base as quickly and quietly as he’d come in, and listened for their reactions to his sonic boom.
“Damn, he’s fast, Ianto.”
“He is. What mach was that, do you reckon?”
“Oh, about six. We should find you some skin-tight lycra, y’know.”
“Really, Jack?”
Clark could hear the raised eyebrow. He knew that tone.
”Nah, suits are a hell of a lot better. All that anticipation, slow exposure.”
“It’s probably just as well I look terrible in lycra, then, sir.”
Jack laughed. ”C’mere, you.” Then they were kissing.
Clark smiled, and sped on, over the Atlantic, back home.
***
“Kandor?” Bruce had simply asked, as Clark deposited the jar on a Batcave table.
“Yes. Shields on their clothes, same as the rest of us.”
And now, Clark was in the Arctic, at the Fortress. He placed the jar on one of the many ice structures. The Kandorians were home, all the good parts of Krypton were together, in one place. And for once, the Fortress was clearly happy. Clark smiled, and flew back to Metropolis.
He couldn’t wait to tell Lois.
-end-
crosspost:
sv_fanfic
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
crossoverfic
bringthehappy
Teaspoon