19 August 2009 @ 03:00 pm
Torchwood Fic: Fallout, Part TwentySix  

Title: Fallout, Part TwentySix

 Author: Emma

Characters: A whole bunch of folk.

Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack in it!

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Author's Note: This fic is CoE compliant


Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here; Part Eight is here; Part Nine is here; Part Ten is here; Part Eleven is here; Part Twelve is here; Part Thirteen is here; Part Fourteen is here; Part Fifteen is here; Part Sixteen is here; Part Seventeen is here; Part Eighteen is here; Part Nineteen is here; Part Twenty is here; Part TwentyOne is here; Part TwentyTwo is here; Part TwentyThree is here; Part TwentyFour is here; Part TwentyFive is here

 

            The door to Jack’s office smashed against the wall. “What the hell was that all about?”

           

            “I don’t know what you mean.”

 

            “You don’t, do you? You don’t remember the drama you enacted back there? We didn’t mean to interrupt my arse.”

 

            “I saw Martha running towards your office. I thought there was something wrong! Instead I found you on Tish’s lap. What was I supposed to say?”

 

            “You could have damned well asked what was going on before you flounced out, you great big twpsyn!” Yan slammed his hands on Jack’s desk. “Or did you really think Martha was running to protect Tish’s virtue?”

 

            “Oh.” Jack cleared his throat. “So, what was going on?”

 

            “Tish has been helping me to research my little problem,” he tapped his head. “We’ve been chasing down memories for several days. We came across some information about a rare psychiatric disorder that affected a group of Time Lords during the Time War. Or a Time War because I think there’s been more than one… Anyway, that’s not important now. These Time Lords were on some sort of secret mission, and whatever they did drove them insane. They hid inside their own heads. A bit like dissociative identity disorder, but deeper and more irreversible. Most of them died in long-term care with the minds of four-year-olds. But one or two were cured. And the Doctor knew how.”

 

            “And you decided to just try it on yourself without any supervision?” Jack‘s voice turned flat and even. “And Tish let you?”

 

            “No! She walked in after I had started and … Yeah.” He sat down abruptly. “What the hell was I thinking?”

 

            Jack put a leash on his temper. “Maybe something was doing the thinking for you. The Master would like nothing better than you in a padded cell in Providence Park.”

 

            “Damn.”

 

            “All right, then. We know you’re going to want to try again, so I want your word on it, Yan. No more unsupervised experimentation.”

 

            “Why would I want to try again?”

 

            “I thought you said…"

            Before his mind could make the correct deductions, Jack found himself being hauled out of his chair and thoroughly kissed.

 

            “How could you think I would give you up?” The heavy Welsh drawl in his ear made him shiver. “For anyone?”

 

            “Ianto… Yan?”

 

            “Both. Neither. Just call me Mr. Jones. Like you did that time…”

 

            This time it was Jack who pulled his lover into a frantic kiss that didn’t end until they were both gasping for air.

 

            “I’m going to take you to bed tonight, Mr. Jones,” He whispered in Yan’s ear. “And I’m going to keep you there until we’re both exhausted.”

 

            “Promise.”

 

            A diffident knock on the door made them turn, although they did not let go of each other.

 

            “Sorry to interrupt the reunion,” Martha said, “but I just heard from the Doctor. He’s on his way here. He says the TARDIS is picking up some odd readings. He wants us all in one place until he gets here.”

 
 
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[identity profile] luvinthe88and20.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Oh fight and make up sex.

And than the Doc and Martha interrupt.
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
Well, if anyone in the world has worst timing than Jack, it's the Doctor!
ext_116536[identity profile] beth-mccombs.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
Does that man have any sense of timing? *bashes Doctor for interrupting*
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 07:54 pm (UTC)
Yes he does! BAD timing!
[identity profile] rox712.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 09:26 pm (UTC)
For a Timelord his timing is really awfull!
But at least they're not fighting anymore.
(Do we get the make-up-sex later, pretty please?)
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:05 pm (UTC)
If I cn figure out how to do it in dialogue :D
[identity profile] rox712.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
By now you have me convinced that you can do everything in dialogue!
[identity profile] sarahjane6.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
Darn, sex is on hold till the Doctor arrives. Always the wet blanket for all Jack's fun.
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:06 pm (UTC)
You know the Doctor's favorite line to Jack: Stop it!
ext_41651: Ianto wants a pony[identity profile] fide-et-spe.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:16 pm (UTC)
Oh for goodness sake, the doctor is worse that Rhys and his beans. Really happy to see this chapter. It looks like Ianto and Yan are more integrated maybe?
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:26 pm (UTC)
Not only Ianto and Yan... *snickers evilly*
[identity profile] cen-sceal.livejournal.com on August 19th, 2009 10:32 pm (UTC)
Seriously, for a Time Lord the Doctor just can't quite manage 'on time', except when it'll drive Jack crazy
But I love the flow of the fight and make up scene, really lovely
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 20th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)
Thank you. It's really hard to stage a fight, isn't it?
[identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com on August 20th, 2009 06:10 am (UTC)
I have to agree... timing and Time Lord... wonderful update
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 20th, 2009 11:42 am (UTC)
Well, he always blames it on the TARDIS but I'm not so sure!
[identity profile] truenorth7.livejournal.com on August 20th, 2009 11:53 am (UTC)
Curse you Doctor! Great update :)
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 20th, 2009 01:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! And don't curse the poor guy -- he's getting a surprise one of his hearts might blow over!
[identity profile] xennie-b.livejournal.com on August 21st, 2009 02:00 am (UTC)
Reunion and fight/makeup sex rolled into one and then the doctor interupts... typical.
[identity profile] merucha.livejournal.com on August 21st, 2009 10:58 am (UTC)
Ain't it, though?