Torchwood/Dr Who/SJA - fic - Padawans, Jack/Ianto, Luke, Clyde, Maria, Alan Jackson, PG13/12
Title - Padawans
Author - laurab1
Characters/pairing - Jack/Ianto, Luke, Clyde, Maria and Alan Jackson, Myfanwy
Rating - PG13/12
Length -1162 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey’s End
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Padawans
by Laura
Ianto watched, as Luke Smith and his friends entered the Tourist Information Centre. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, the Rift wasn’t misbehaving, so he was grateful for the distraction.
“I knew the temporo-spatial Rift energies were centred here!” the boy said, as he closed the door behind them.
Of course he did. Well, they were here, now. He knew Miss Sarah Jane Smith, investigative journalist and former companion of the Doctor, would know that her son and his friends had been Retconned, the moment she saw them, so that wasn’t an option. Added to which, Jack would not even dare to risk her wrath.
Not very much, at least.
Ianto had a suspicion Jack wouldn’t mind sleeping with her, one day. It would very likely be a threesome, too.
Meanwhile, Luke’s friends looked like they hadn’t understood a word of what he’d said.
“He felt our presence,” Ianto supplied, and they all turned in his direction. “The boy’s name is Luke, after all.” They gaped at him. And Han Solo’s down in the apparently not-so-secret underground base. Speaking of which, using the moment, Ianto ducked behind the beaded curtain and tapped his earpiece. “Jack?”
“Ianto. Problem?”
“Could you ring the lovely Miss Sarah Jane Smith immediately,” he said, “and tell her that Luke is here. Along with Clyde, Maria and her father.” Who’s not bad looking, it has to be said.
”What? Here, here?” Jack bellowed, unsurprisingly, and Ianto closed his eyes, briefly, against the noise.
“Here, here,” he replied. “He knew exactly where the temporo-spatial Rift energies were centred.”
Jack sighed, and swore. “Yeah. Right on our doorstep. She’d know just by looking at them that we’d Retconned Luke and their friends, wouldn’t she, Ianto?” he asked, and Ianto knew from Jack’s tone that he was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Yes, I suspect she would. What are we going to do?”
“Oh, what the hell. Send ‘em down, Ianto. If she kills me, she kills me. It won’t stick.
Jack was being literal, Ianto suspected. Did he really have to be quite so cavalier and matter of fact about it, though? Oh, of course he did. Bloody Captain Jack Harkness. “There is that, I suppose. But I was under the impression that Miss Smith disapproved of guns? And us, in general?”
”I kinda won her round about us, I think. But this is her son, Ianto. Never underestimate a mother.”
“Especially not one who’s met you,” Ianto replied, and tapped his earpiece off again, not waiting for Jack’s response to that. He went back into the Tourist Information Centre.
“Ianto!” Luke greeted, happily.
“Sirs, Miss,” he replied. On your head be it, Captain. “Welcome to Torchwood.”
***
“Sarah Jane Smith, this is Captain Jack Harkness. Luke, Clyde, Maria and Mr Jackson are here. At Torchwood. Blame that super smart kid of yours; he found the Hub,” Jack said, leaving a message on her answerphone. “I’ll get them all back to you safely, I promise. So don’t worry.” He quickly hung up, and went to meet their visitors.
He’d given them long enough to get down to the Hub, and the cog door then rolled open, just in time. Jack had wanted to meet the boy genius Luke Smith in person, yes. Just not here, that was all.
Far too many guns, swords and blasters far too obviously displayed.
Sarah Jane would probably not be best pleased at him for just showing Luke the Hub. And when it got back to her that he justified the use of guns, when necessary, well, that would be when she killed him.
Myfanwy squawked, from high up in the roof. Then, as if he’d cued her, she flew in a circle and dipped down, letting the kids and Maria’s dad see her.
“A dinosaur! Awesome!” said Clyde, walking in, looking up.
“A pterodactyl!” Maria exclaimed.
“It’s a pteranodon, actually,” Luke said, and rattled off the rest; prehistoric time period, other dinosaurs of that era. “When did she come through the Rift?”
He knew far too much for a kid his apparent age, and Jack felt both impressed and sorry, at the same time. “About two years ago. And her name’s Myfanwy, whatever she is. Hello, Luke.”
“Captain Harkness. I wanted to come and see Torchwood - “ he said, so very earnest.
“ - And you knew exactly where we are. Ianto told me. C’mon, then. Let me show you lot around, seeing as you went to all the trouble of finding us.”
***
As he showed the kids and Mr Jackson the main area of the Hub, and talked to them, it became apparent that the teenagers had done a significant percentage of the work, in Sarah Jane’s recent efforts in battling aliens and saving the world. They seemed more competent than his own people.
More competent than Torchwood, full stop.
What a sobering thought that was.
They reached the Rift Manipulator. “This is the most important piece of equipment in the whole base,” Jack said, running a hand over it. He smiled, adding, “Other than Ianto’s coffee machine, of course.”
“Time Rotor,” Luke said, looking from it to Jack. “Mum has drawings in the attic.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I based it on, when Alex and I designed it. Hell, that was twenty years ago.” Bringing up that memory meant that December 31st 1999 also came along. Losing Tosh and Owen was still too fresh, as well. With all of that spinning around in his head, Jack was then swiping at his eyes.
“Captain? Are you okay?” Maria asked, concern in her voice.
“Not really, Miss Jackson,” he admitted, looking down at her. “Too many ghosts in this damned place. Too many memories.” And I’m far too bloody old. Jack’s ear then buzzed. “Ianto?”
”Miss Sarah Jane Smith’s on the phone, Jack. I believe she wishes harm upon your person unless you ask Alan Jackson to take the children home immediately.”
Jack smirked, despite himself. “I told you she’d kill me. We’ll be up in a minute.” He turned back to their visitors. “C’mon, you’ve gotta go, now.”
***
Upstairs, they all said their goodbyes, and Ianto then looked at Jack. “Smart kids, aren’t they?”
“Yeah,” Jack replied, distractedly.
“Jack?” Ianto prompted him.
“Better than us, already.”
“Really? How could anyone possibly be better than us?” Ianto asked.
“Very easily indeed.”
Jack was still not quite with him, but Ianto knew how to fix that. He leaned in and kissed his Captain on the lips. Worked like a charm, though, as Jack’s gaze was then bright, glinting and fixed on him.
“Luke’s too young to hire, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Jack. Afraid so.”
Jack laughed, and Ianto recognised the determination that appeared on his face. “We start looking on Monday, then. But now, we’re going to bed, Mr Jones.”
Sex as a distraction from more difficult things, as usual. Ianto would always happily chase Jack’s demons away, though. “Let me lock up, then.”
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
soniclipstick (in comments)
Author - laurab1
Characters/pairing - Jack/Ianto, Luke, Clyde, Maria and Alan Jackson, Myfanwy
Rating - PG13/12
Length -1162 words
Spoilers - to DW 4.13 Journey’s End
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Padawans
by Laura
Ianto watched, as Luke Smith and his friends entered the Tourist Information Centre. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, the Rift wasn’t misbehaving, so he was grateful for the distraction.
“I knew the temporo-spatial Rift energies were centred here!” the boy said, as he closed the door behind them.
Of course he did. Well, they were here, now. He knew Miss Sarah Jane Smith, investigative journalist and former companion of the Doctor, would know that her son and his friends had been Retconned, the moment she saw them, so that wasn’t an option. Added to which, Jack would not even dare to risk her wrath.
Not very much, at least.
Ianto had a suspicion Jack wouldn’t mind sleeping with her, one day. It would very likely be a threesome, too.
Meanwhile, Luke’s friends looked like they hadn’t understood a word of what he’d said.
“He felt our presence,” Ianto supplied, and they all turned in his direction. “The boy’s name is Luke, after all.” They gaped at him. And Han Solo’s down in the apparently not-so-secret underground base. Speaking of which, using the moment, Ianto ducked behind the beaded curtain and tapped his earpiece. “Jack?”
“Ianto. Problem?”
“Could you ring the lovely Miss Sarah Jane Smith immediately,” he said, “and tell her that Luke is here. Along with Clyde, Maria and her father.” Who’s not bad looking, it has to be said.
”What? Here, here?” Jack bellowed, unsurprisingly, and Ianto closed his eyes, briefly, against the noise.
“Here, here,” he replied. “He knew exactly where the temporo-spatial Rift energies were centred.”
Jack sighed, and swore. “Yeah. Right on our doorstep. She’d know just by looking at them that we’d Retconned Luke and their friends, wouldn’t she, Ianto?” he asked, and Ianto knew from Jack’s tone that he was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Yes, I suspect she would. What are we going to do?”
“Oh, what the hell. Send ‘em down, Ianto. If she kills me, she kills me. It won’t stick.
Jack was being literal, Ianto suspected. Did he really have to be quite so cavalier and matter of fact about it, though? Oh, of course he did. Bloody Captain Jack Harkness. “There is that, I suppose. But I was under the impression that Miss Smith disapproved of guns? And us, in general?”
”I kinda won her round about us, I think. But this is her son, Ianto. Never underestimate a mother.”
“Especially not one who’s met you,” Ianto replied, and tapped his earpiece off again, not waiting for Jack’s response to that. He went back into the Tourist Information Centre.
“Ianto!” Luke greeted, happily.
“Sirs, Miss,” he replied. On your head be it, Captain. “Welcome to Torchwood.”
***
“Sarah Jane Smith, this is Captain Jack Harkness. Luke, Clyde, Maria and Mr Jackson are here. At Torchwood. Blame that super smart kid of yours; he found the Hub,” Jack said, leaving a message on her answerphone. “I’ll get them all back to you safely, I promise. So don’t worry.” He quickly hung up, and went to meet their visitors.
He’d given them long enough to get down to the Hub, and the cog door then rolled open, just in time. Jack had wanted to meet the boy genius Luke Smith in person, yes. Just not here, that was all.
Far too many guns, swords and blasters far too obviously displayed.
Sarah Jane would probably not be best pleased at him for just showing Luke the Hub. And when it got back to her that he justified the use of guns, when necessary, well, that would be when she killed him.
Myfanwy squawked, from high up in the roof. Then, as if he’d cued her, she flew in a circle and dipped down, letting the kids and Maria’s dad see her.
“A dinosaur! Awesome!” said Clyde, walking in, looking up.
“A pterodactyl!” Maria exclaimed.
“It’s a pteranodon, actually,” Luke said, and rattled off the rest; prehistoric time period, other dinosaurs of that era. “When did she come through the Rift?”
He knew far too much for a kid his apparent age, and Jack felt both impressed and sorry, at the same time. “About two years ago. And her name’s Myfanwy, whatever she is. Hello, Luke.”
“Captain Harkness. I wanted to come and see Torchwood - “ he said, so very earnest.
“ - And you knew exactly where we are. Ianto told me. C’mon, then. Let me show you lot around, seeing as you went to all the trouble of finding us.”
***
As he showed the kids and Mr Jackson the main area of the Hub, and talked to them, it became apparent that the teenagers had done a significant percentage of the work, in Sarah Jane’s recent efforts in battling aliens and saving the world. They seemed more competent than his own people.
More competent than Torchwood, full stop.
What a sobering thought that was.
They reached the Rift Manipulator. “This is the most important piece of equipment in the whole base,” Jack said, running a hand over it. He smiled, adding, “Other than Ianto’s coffee machine, of course.”
“Time Rotor,” Luke said, looking from it to Jack. “Mum has drawings in the attic.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I based it on, when Alex and I designed it. Hell, that was twenty years ago.” Bringing up that memory meant that December 31st 1999 also came along. Losing Tosh and Owen was still too fresh, as well. With all of that spinning around in his head, Jack was then swiping at his eyes.
“Captain? Are you okay?” Maria asked, concern in her voice.
“Not really, Miss Jackson,” he admitted, looking down at her. “Too many ghosts in this damned place. Too many memories.” And I’m far too bloody old. Jack’s ear then buzzed. “Ianto?”
”Miss Sarah Jane Smith’s on the phone, Jack. I believe she wishes harm upon your person unless you ask Alan Jackson to take the children home immediately.”
Jack smirked, despite himself. “I told you she’d kill me. We’ll be up in a minute.” He turned back to their visitors. “C’mon, you’ve gotta go, now.”
***
Upstairs, they all said their goodbyes, and Ianto then looked at Jack. “Smart kids, aren’t they?”
“Yeah,” Jack replied, distractedly.
“Jack?” Ianto prompted him.
“Better than us, already.”
“Really? How could anyone possibly be better than us?” Ianto asked.
“Very easily indeed.”
Jack was still not quite with him, but Ianto knew how to fix that. He leaned in and kissed his Captain on the lips. Worked like a charm, though, as Jack’s gaze was then bright, glinting and fixed on him.
“Luke’s too young to hire, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Jack. Afraid so.”
Jack laughed, and Ianto recognised the determination that appeared on his face. “We start looking on Monday, then. But now, we’re going to bed, Mr Jones.”
Sex as a distraction from more difficult things, as usual. Ianto would always happily chase Jack’s demons away, though. “Let me lock up, then.”
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
soniclipstick (in comments)