29 June 2011 @ 08:30 am
The Queen's Magicians: Reset (Coda)  
Title: Reset (Coda)
Author: Emma
Characters: Canonical Torchwood Three members… sort of.
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
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?
Summary: Martha Jones comes to Torchwood and their world will never be the same.

Part One is here; Part two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here

“How is he?”

Martha's eyes flickered towards Toshiko, who dozed in a comfortable armchair next to Owen's bed. “Stable. All his vital signs are good.” She took Jack's arm and pulled him up the stairs. “Jack, did we see what I thought we did?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jack ran one hand through his hair. “I have never even heard of it being possible, much less seen it. But it might not have been unexpected to others.”

“I don't understand.”

“Right before you came, Owen met up with the Dagda. The old man called him grandson.”

Martha opened her mouth to say something then obviously thought better of it. Her eyes got that faraway look that Jack had learned meant she was adding two and two and getting five hundred and it would be the right answer anyway. Finally, she nodded.

“Makes sense.”

“Martha,” he said slowly, as if speaking to someone with rudimentary English skills, “we watched two beings, one human and one not, melt into each other. One minute there was Owen and a Thuatha de Danann and then there was Owen, in a coma and looking like he'd been hit by the London to Cardiff express. Could you explain how that makes sense?”

“Toshiko collected samples of the liquid in the tank. I hope you value her, Jack. In spite of being terrified about Owen she managed to figure out what we would need. And she's held it together enough to help me run the tests.”

Jack smiled for the first time in days. “She's something, my aijin. What did you two find?”

“The liquid was some sort of amniotic fluid, but something had been added to it, something I'd never seen before. Then Tosh had the idea of asking Gwen to show it to her godmother.” She chuckled. “It seems that the reproductive processes of the Fair Ones are considered secret. Gwen had to promise the old lady another godchild before she would consent to discuss it. But discuss it she did, in the end.”

“What did she say?”

“It seems Fair Folk embryos are partly what we could call magickal, and therefore only partially flesh-and-blood. Like with most thing magickal, it is attracted to humans. When the Tuatha fell out of the tank, his magick latched on the first human solid thing it found.”

Jack gawped like a hooked trout. “But the Tuatha was a full-grown adult!”

Martha shook her head. “That's where the ingredient we couldn't identify comes in. Because of the fluid condition of the embryo, the physical and the magickal parts can be forced to grow separately. According to Gwen's godmother it's only done in great emergencies. She can only remember it being done twice in her lifetime, and each time it was used to grow the magickal side. In this case, the physical body had been forced to adulthood but the magickal remained at the totally instinctual level.”

“I think,” Jack said softly, “that I am going to have a very long conversation with Doctor Copley.”

“No.” Martha's flat denial made Jack jump. “Tosh and I will take care of it.”


She grinned at him. “Don't sound so shocked, Jack. Tosh is the best for it because she will happily disassemble Copley if it would bring Owen back safe, and he’ll know it. When she threatens him, he will not be able to make himself believe she's bluffing. Besides, according to Gwen's background checks, Copley has ego issues with women. I will make sure to grind in the fact that the head of Torchwood thinks so little of him that he left two women in charge.” This time the grin was so feral that Jack took an involuntary step back. “He'll talk. Now, you grab your fiance and go home. Neither one of you have slept for three days.”

“Four, but who’s counting?” Jack saluted jauntily and then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.”

He ran through the Hub, waving at Gwen and Andy as he went. They were holding down the fort while Martha and Tosh concentrated on Owen and he and Ianto tried to unsnarl the mess Copley had created. They had tracked down all the patients listed in the files; most of them had already started to show symptoms and had been taken to the Bishop’s infirmary. But it had turned out that Reset was not the only product Copley had been making from the genetic material he harvested from the Tuatha. He had sent samples of a topical ointment for severe burns to several colleagues, and they had used them on clinical trials. Every jar of ointment had to be collected, doctors and patients interviewed, and computers and filing cabinets confiscated. Now that they had everything stowed away in the most secure of Torchwood’s secure vaults, they could afford to relax a little.

He found Ianto exactly where he had left him, dozing in his favorite bench facing the bay. It was a cool day, but it was sunny and there no wind. Jack stopped for a moment to indulge his favorite pastime: watching Ianto sleep. Over the past two years he had cataloged every variant. There was the light doze, usually lying down in front of the fire, sometimes accompanied by humming, or snatches of poetry; the nightmare-ridden deep trance, when sheets and pillows went flying and ended with Ianto wrapped in Jack’s arms, whimpering in his sleep, while Jack sang a lullaby in his ear; the sweet exhaustion after sex, body pliant, eyes drifting slowly shut into dreamless sleep. This one was a surrender to exhaustion that stripped Ianto of his defenses and left him looking ridiculously young. If Jack let him he would sleep for hours sprawled on that hard bench and wake up with a crick on his neck and a sore arse.

“Hey,” he whispered in Ianto’s ear, “wake up.”

The lids lifted slowly. “Do I have to?”

The soft drawl gave Jack shivers. “Uh-uh. I’m under orders to take you home and put you to bed.”

“Only if you get in with me.”


They walked to their place, hand-in-hand. It wasn’t a short walk, but not a long one either, and it felt nice to let the world flow past them. Since neither wanted to cook, they stopped briefly to buy some French bread, two pears and a big wedge of Llanboidy at Ianto’s favorite specialty foods store. As they left the store, the first few drops from an errant storm cloud landed on their heads. Laughing, they ran the rest of the way, waving to the doorman as they sprinted into the elevator.

As soon as the doors of the elevator snapped shut, Ianto started stripping off his clothes. He was down to his trousers and boots when the doors slid open and Mrs. Carmody, their neighbor three floors below, stepped in. Jack nearly cracked a rib trying to hold the laughter in as Ianto blushed all the way down to his belt buckle.

“Ah.... raining.... got wet....”

Mrs. Carmody, eighty-five if she was a day, winked at Jack. “That's what you youngsters are calling it these days, it it?”

Jack took her hand and kissed it. “You must have gotten quite soaked in your day, beautiful lady. Going to visit Mrs. Thomas?”

“Yes, she's not feeling well, poor thing.” As the elevator stopped, she tapped Ianto on the cheek. “I would tell you to be careful, but I wouldn't have been and I don't want to be a hypocrite.”

She swanned off. Jack howled as Ianto bounced his head on the woven leather and metal padding of the elevator wall, muttering to himself in incoherent Welsh. When they reached their floor Ianto sprinted to their door, opened it as fast as he could and slipped inside, nearly slamming it on Jack's nose. Still laughing, Jack waved him towards their bedroom.

“Why don't you get into bed? I'll just put these away and join you in a minute.”

“Shower first.” Ianto sniffed his armpits. “Definitely shower first.”

Jack put the pears and the cheese in the refrigerator, then grabbed his and Ianto’s coats and hung them in the entry closet. Boots followed. Even though he knew Ianto's Dark Sense would have warned him of any intruders, he did a quick run through the flat, testing the protective wards; everything was as it should be.

One quick whiff at his own armpits, and he headed for the bathroom, taking his clothes off as he went and tossing them in every direction. He would pay for it the next day if Ianto got out of bed before he did, but he was willing to take the chance.

The bathroom was wreathed in steam. Jack winced. Ianto sometimes liked the water hot enough to strip off the top layer of skin. Still, it was a fair exchange for the sight of a gorgeous naked man. His gorgeous naked man.

He opened the shower door and was immediately enveloped in a burst of heat. Through the steam he could see Ianto bent over, soaping his toes. God, but the man had a great arse. And, he realized a minute later, it was being displayed on purpose; the sneaky sod had known the moment Jack had walked in and had arranged the show. He reached out and caressed the soft, firm muscles with his fingertips, then, just when he felt a shiver run through Ianto's body, he slapped him hard.

“Ow!” Ianto straightened up, rubbing the offended spot.

“Tease,” Jack growled, crowding Ianto against the shower wall. “Waving that gorgeous arse in my face like that.”

“No such thing,” Ianto said, aiming for innocent but so wide of the target he couldn't find it with both hands at high noon. “I was minding my own business...”

“Liar.” Jack's palm connected with Ianto's buttock again. “Spread your legs and brace yourself against the wall.”

Ianto shook his head. “No.”

Another smack. “Now.”

Slowly, as if reluctant, Ianto assumed the position. Jack braced his hands on either side of Ianto's and pressed in until he was firmly wedged between Ianto's arse cheeks. He felt a familiar coolness on his cock. A few strokes and he was sure; Ianto had prepared himself in advance.

“Spread yourself for me.”


Two hard slaps. “Now.”

Ianto opened his legs a little wider and tilted his hips. Jack guided himself to his opening and pushed steadily until he was as deep as he could be. Ianto moaned and pushed back, trying to take in more. Jack gripped Ianto's hips and began to move, hard and fast, making their bodies slam together. Ianto's moans became gasps, and Jack knew he was close. He wrapped one arm around Ianto to grip his cock and began to jerk him off, matching his own movements in Ianto's arse. One, two, three strokes and Ianto reared back, screaming, and the sound set off Jack's own orgasm, blinding pleasure racing up his spine to explode at the base of his skull. He collapsed against Ianto, gasping for air, and laughing.

“What's so funny?”

He nipped at Ianto's earlobe. “I was thinking we're going to sleep really well tonight.”

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[personal profile] janiemc on June 29th, 2011 03:36 pm (UTC)
Love, love this verse so thank you for the update, a little bit of fluff & a little bit of don't annoy the ladies, great
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on June 29th, 2011 03:59 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it. It's been a great adventure creating it...
ext_41651: Ianto neck rub[identity profile] fide-et-spe.livejournal.com on June 29th, 2011 04:06 pm (UTC)
I'm intrigued about Owen, I hope he ends up better off than the dead man walking thing. Nice to see another chapter in this verse, I'm interested to see where you take the Owen story arc, as I admit to finding it really dull and the weakest bit of series two, with a few highlights, but not many.
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on June 29th, 2011 04:25 pm (UTC)
Well, next part starts next week (I hope). It is considerably different, since I too found the second and third part of the arc remarkably dull... didn't use any of the hints they slipped into the first one... so we'll see.
ladycat1170: Jack smile[personal profile] ldycat1170 on June 30th, 2011 12:17 am (UTC)
I am pleased that you are going to be likely skipping the boring eps.

I really do love the take you have on this verse. This would have been an excellent second eries for Torchwood. Can't wait for more.
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on June 30th, 2011 12:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And there shall be a three ep arc. Just not too closely related (as in another Universe!) to canon.
milady_dragon[personal profile] milady_dragon on June 30th, 2011 02:37 am (UTC)
Loved that! Oh,, I do hope Owen is okay though. Toshiko is liable to take Copley apart if he isn't!

And the end...lovely smut. I laughed like crazy with the lift scene, that was great.

Really looking forward to the next one!
Merucha[personal profile] merucha on June 30th, 2011 12:21 pm (UTC)
The little old lady just popped her head up and I couldn't resist it! Next one starting next week I hope.