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Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who (crossover)
Title: The Watch I
Characters: the Doctor, OCs, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, and others
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Hiding can sometimes be tricky; especially when you do not know what you are hiding from or what you may lose when it is revealed.
Excerpt;
“You are so much like your mother,” the Doctor told Ianto. Ianto froze and shot the timelord a poisonous look so much more vehement than anything Jack had previously witnessed from the receptionist-cum-agent, it shocked him but the Doctor just returned the look with one of his own; filled with sorrow, pride, pity, grief, and pain. Only the Doctor could send so much in one glance and yet leave onlookers so bemused at what he was thinking.
“Well believe me, I’m thankful that I am not like my father,” Ianto spat at the Doctor and turned his back on the man, missing the flash of hurt that passed over the timelord’s face before a mask of acceptance and seriousness replaced all human emotion.
~21 Years Earlier~
“Simon? Simon, love, what are you doing?” Katrina Lloyd asked from where she was sat on the hard wood floor by the large decorated fern with their five year old son Danny who was currently opening a present with more restraint than any five year old should have. His face was a picture of concentration with his bottom lip curled up and caught between his teeth as his blue eyes were trained on the gift wrapping which was being slowly peeled back by his small fingers.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, love.” Simon replied as if coming out of a trance. He had been stood in the door way once again staring at the gold FOB watch he had carried around with him since.. well, for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t too sure but he believed it may have been his father’s, after all it was practically an antique and he knew of not one watch maker that made these types of watches anymore and he had looked long and far trying to figure out the significance of the item for he held it close to his heart and was absolutely fascinated with the item, although he himself had never opened it, he seemed to remember hearing it was broken or some such.
“Daddy!” The child cried as he held a box which contained a toy car above his head proudly so that his father could see what Father Christmas had brought him. This brought a smile to Simon’s face as he let the love he felt for his family overwhelm him. This is what he lived for, moments like these which may be rare in life but he couldn’t honestly imagine a time when he wouldn’t light up at the sight of his son’s joy over something as simple as Christmas.
“That’s great, son. Who gave that to you, then?” He asked, joining them both on the floor and pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead. Katrina was a truly beautiful woman - not exotic or striking but she had a gentle grace and along with her pale rose-tinted skin, wide ocean coloured eyes and auburn hair she often turned the eyes of men and women alike when walking down the street. Add that to her generous heart and quick wit and she was truly beautiful - at least as far as Simon was concerned. He was sure he must have loved previously in his life but the memories paled in her presence.
“Santa Clause, silly!” Laughed the child who rolled his eyes at his father’s obvious lack of intelligence. Simon grinned goofily.
“Did he? Is that what it said on the label?” he asked his son, quirking an eye brow at the boy who’s attention was suddenly fixed on finding the tag attached to the discarded wrapping paper lying next to him on the floor. Simon used this time to sneak a quick kiss in with Katrina, her lips soft and tender on his own as she gazed at him dreamily. Honestly was there anything more perfect than this?
“Daddy! Daddy it says… it says ‘with love from Auntie Isabel’.” The child said and Simon turned his attention to Danny.
“Does it? Well I guess you had better thank her when she comes over for dinner tonight then, yes?”
The boy nodded enthusiastically, his fringe flopping down into his eyes. He picked up the next gift which was in his not-so-small pile. Considering the fact that Danny actually had few relatives - all of whom were on Katrina’s side of the family as Simon knew he was pretty much an orphan - he certainly did get spoilt!
“Daddy! Daddy! It’s a watch like yours!” The child explained in glee, holding the gold watch in his small hand. It had been wrapped in a baby soft velvet bag but that now lay at the boys feet - along with the toy car, colouring crayons, and various other presents - as he threw himself into his father’s welcoming arms. Simon pressed his face into his son’s neck breathing in deep savouring the baby smell that was soon fading. His son was growing up and if Simon hadn’t accepted long along that such a thing was inevitable he would weep with sadness.
“Not quiet. This,” he started, settling the boy in his arms as Katrina went to make tea in the kitchen. “Is a stop watch. It can’t tell the time like mine can, you see, but when you press this button it counts down. So you can time yourself.”
“Like when you bake or at school races?” Danny asked, his wide eyes staring up at his daddy full of love and hero-worship.
“Yes, son. Just like that.” He said, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead.
“Cool!” the child exclaimed, pressing down experimentally and squealing with glee at the result. He jumped up and ran to show his mother, leaving Simon feeling warm with love and gratitude.
That night the dreams returned, worse than ever and he woke screaming, his voice hoarse and his wife looking scared and upset on his behalf. The lights were out and as he looked to his left he saw that the electric alarm clock they had brought last year was off. “Power cut,” Katrina whispered and reached for his discarded clothes on the chair nearest the bed. She found the FOB watch and lay back next to her husband. She knew better than to ask him what his dreamed contained because he never told her, even when it was obvious that he did retain some of his memories of the nightmare.
“What are you doing?” Simon asked.
“Looking at the time,” she told him and shone her bedside torch at the FOB watch as her fingers fiddled for the clasp.
“No!” Simon yelled, suddenly overwhelmed with a desperate desire not to open the watch, as if what it contained within would be the death of him and the end of everything he held dear. He had no idea how right he was as Katrina’s fingers tugged at the watch and upon opening it everything went white.
-xoxoxox-
I hope you all can forgive me for starting another story. And I hope this hasn’t been done the same way before. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this and please comment, it inspires and motivates me. PS. Merry Christmas!
Part Two of The Watch
Title: The Watch I
Characters: the Doctor, OCs, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, and others
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Hiding can sometimes be tricky; especially when you do not know what you are hiding from or what you may lose when it is revealed.
Excerpt;
“You are so much like your mother,” the Doctor told Ianto. Ianto froze and shot the timelord a poisonous look so much more vehement than anything Jack had previously witnessed from the receptionist-cum-agent, it shocked him but the Doctor just returned the look with one of his own; filled with sorrow, pride, pity, grief, and pain. Only the Doctor could send so much in one glance and yet leave onlookers so bemused at what he was thinking.
“Well believe me, I’m thankful that I am not like my father,” Ianto spat at the Doctor and turned his back on the man, missing the flash of hurt that passed over the timelord’s face before a mask of acceptance and seriousness replaced all human emotion.
~21 Years Earlier~
“Simon? Simon, love, what are you doing?” Katrina Lloyd asked from where she was sat on the hard wood floor by the large decorated fern with their five year old son Danny who was currently opening a present with more restraint than any five year old should have. His face was a picture of concentration with his bottom lip curled up and caught between his teeth as his blue eyes were trained on the gift wrapping which was being slowly peeled back by his small fingers.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, love.” Simon replied as if coming out of a trance. He had been stood in the door way once again staring at the gold FOB watch he had carried around with him since.. well, for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t too sure but he believed it may have been his father’s, after all it was practically an antique and he knew of not one watch maker that made these types of watches anymore and he had looked long and far trying to figure out the significance of the item for he held it close to his heart and was absolutely fascinated with the item, although he himself had never opened it, he seemed to remember hearing it was broken or some such.
“Daddy!” The child cried as he held a box which contained a toy car above his head proudly so that his father could see what Father Christmas had brought him. This brought a smile to Simon’s face as he let the love he felt for his family overwhelm him. This is what he lived for, moments like these which may be rare in life but he couldn’t honestly imagine a time when he wouldn’t light up at the sight of his son’s joy over something as simple as Christmas.
“That’s great, son. Who gave that to you, then?” He asked, joining them both on the floor and pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead. Katrina was a truly beautiful woman - not exotic or striking but she had a gentle grace and along with her pale rose-tinted skin, wide ocean coloured eyes and auburn hair she often turned the eyes of men and women alike when walking down the street. Add that to her generous heart and quick wit and she was truly beautiful - at least as far as Simon was concerned. He was sure he must have loved previously in his life but the memories paled in her presence.
“Santa Clause, silly!” Laughed the child who rolled his eyes at his father’s obvious lack of intelligence. Simon grinned goofily.
“Did he? Is that what it said on the label?” he asked his son, quirking an eye brow at the boy who’s attention was suddenly fixed on finding the tag attached to the discarded wrapping paper lying next to him on the floor. Simon used this time to sneak a quick kiss in with Katrina, her lips soft and tender on his own as she gazed at him dreamily. Honestly was there anything more perfect than this?
“Daddy! Daddy it says… it says ‘with love from Auntie Isabel’.” The child said and Simon turned his attention to Danny.
“Does it? Well I guess you had better thank her when she comes over for dinner tonight then, yes?”
The boy nodded enthusiastically, his fringe flopping down into his eyes. He picked up the next gift which was in his not-so-small pile. Considering the fact that Danny actually had few relatives - all of whom were on Katrina’s side of the family as Simon knew he was pretty much an orphan - he certainly did get spoilt!
“Daddy! Daddy! It’s a watch like yours!” The child explained in glee, holding the gold watch in his small hand. It had been wrapped in a baby soft velvet bag but that now lay at the boys feet - along with the toy car, colouring crayons, and various other presents - as he threw himself into his father’s welcoming arms. Simon pressed his face into his son’s neck breathing in deep savouring the baby smell that was soon fading. His son was growing up and if Simon hadn’t accepted long along that such a thing was inevitable he would weep with sadness.
“Not quiet. This,” he started, settling the boy in his arms as Katrina went to make tea in the kitchen. “Is a stop watch. It can’t tell the time like mine can, you see, but when you press this button it counts down. So you can time yourself.”
“Like when you bake or at school races?” Danny asked, his wide eyes staring up at his daddy full of love and hero-worship.
“Yes, son. Just like that.” He said, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead.
“Cool!” the child exclaimed, pressing down experimentally and squealing with glee at the result. He jumped up and ran to show his mother, leaving Simon feeling warm with love and gratitude.
That night the dreams returned, worse than ever and he woke screaming, his voice hoarse and his wife looking scared and upset on his behalf. The lights were out and as he looked to his left he saw that the electric alarm clock they had brought last year was off. “Power cut,” Katrina whispered and reached for his discarded clothes on the chair nearest the bed. She found the FOB watch and lay back next to her husband. She knew better than to ask him what his dreamed contained because he never told her, even when it was obvious that he did retain some of his memories of the nightmare.
“What are you doing?” Simon asked.
“Looking at the time,” she told him and shone her bedside torch at the FOB watch as her fingers fiddled for the clasp.
“No!” Simon yelled, suddenly overwhelmed with a desperate desire not to open the watch, as if what it contained within would be the death of him and the end of everything he held dear. He had no idea how right he was as Katrina’s fingers tugged at the watch and upon opening it everything went white.
-xoxoxox-
I hope you all can forgive me for starting another story. And I hope this hasn’t been done the same way before. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this and please comment, it inspires and motivates me. PS. Merry Christmas!
Part Two of The Watch