An Injury to One - Chapter Two
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sariagrayTitle: An Injury to One
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sariagray
Chapter: One
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor (guess which one!), OC
Rating: PG, if that.
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: CoE. Therefore, the whole series. Some Doctor Who - expect up to the 4th Season.
Warnings: None. Unless timey-wimey is a warning, or do I have to add a *ding*? Also, sort of a fix-it. See below.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Oh, but if it did….
Betas: With utter gratitude tolynnmyth23 for tolerating my barrage of words. Any mistakes in here are my own! Feel free to point them out! Or, just point and laugh.
Author’s Note: Up to Chapter Two for now. Need a break to contemplate Chapter Three...but if it is anything like the first two, it will be written at work on my Blackberry. Also remember, feedback=<3
"So, what kind of doctor are you, then?"
A laugh. "The only!"
"Well. What's your name? Doctor what?"
A knowing, amused look. "Just The Doctor."
"Right."
Arthur was getting a bit annoyed and was about to walk away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You seem familiar," the odd man started.
"Oh? I don't think we've met before." (Arthur was certain that if they had, he would remember.)
He realized after he said it, though, that this Doctor fellow was most decidedly not speaking to him.
"You aren't a fixed point," he rambled excitedly, as though he were trying to work through a very difficult problem. "No, it's like you're tied to a fixed point, or anchoring it. But that's impossible because there ARE no...."
He stopped suddenly, his eyes widening as he thought.
"Oh, yes." He sounded grave.
He raked his hand through his hair and mouthed a string of somethings to himself. It looked like Maths. Arthur was really very certain that it was time for him to be going.
"Bad Wolf, indeed," The Doctor muttered. "Right, then. You -" He turned around twice in the empty street. "Hey! Get back here!"
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Arthur Taylor was a normal man. Average, ordinary, bordering on the mundane. He was born in 2010 to two very loving parents who kept him fed and clothed and doted upon; he was an only child.
He had gone to university and dropped out and gone back and dropped out again. He had a girlfriend named Emily and a small flat in a decent neighborhood. He made decent wages managing a small but popular café.
One day, he just up and left, flat paid two months in advance, accounts closed, the key to the café left in the register. It was like he had disappeared. He left a note for Emily and his parents. They hoped that he would come back, but after months of waiting, they stopped looking.
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"How...how did you know?"
He stared in the mirror, touching his face cautiously.
"Bad Wolf."
"Bad...what?" He turned back to The Doctor and blinked owlishly.
"It's what brought Jack back. Who. What. A rift, she – Rose, that is – looked into the Heart of the TARDIS. Brought Jack back. Jack must have brought you back at some point, too. He's a fixed point, a fact. The transfer of energy tied you to him. Not enough to be like him, but enough."
"But then, wouldn't everyone he's, uh, transferred energy with,” he coughed, “wouldn't they be, er, tied to him?"
The Doctor shrugged, trying extra very hard to suppress a grin.
"Maybe, but I think this is different."
"Bad Wolf? Life-saving kisses?" He raised a skeptic eyebrow.
"Oh, yes, Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor." Winking, he shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked back and forth a bit, thinking it over.
"What a lovely fairy tale," he snorted in response.
"Ha!" The Doctor beamed.
"It's not like he'd recognize me like this. Wouldn't know me on the street from anyone else. And I don't even know where he is."
"Rooftop," he announced, pulling his hand out of his pocket and pointing upwards to some indeterminate location.
Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor sighed.
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Jack didn't believe it. Sure, it felt the same, that little knot in his stomach, the slight charge to the air. The eyes were the most startling. If he focused on them exclusively, he could forget for just a minute that any time had passed.
But it was still completely and utterly impossible. It had to be a trick, maybe an alien. Maybe someone trying, yet again, to infiltrate and discover the secrets of Torchwood. And so it was with great trepidation that he took a sip from the cup of coffee.
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“Why?” He was still disoriented from the rush of knowledge, twenty odd years worth.
“I owe him a favor. I’m sure I’ll owe you one, too. And when people thank you in the future for something you do in the past…well. You are fixedly moving…moving…fixedly. And I did it for Rose.”
“Oh.”
“Besides,” he said, cheerily, “you’re either his anchor or his tether. He really needs both, but you’ll do.” The Doctor grinned or grimaced; it was becoming difficult to tell the difference.
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"It really is you, isn't it?" Jack murmured, staring at his coffee incredulously.
Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor laughed.
- END
Author:
sariagray Chapter: One
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor (guess which one!), OC
Rating: PG, if that.
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: CoE. Therefore, the whole series. Some Doctor Who - expect up to the 4th Season.
Warnings: None. Unless timey-wimey is a warning, or do I have to add a *ding*? Also, sort of a fix-it. See below.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Oh, but if it did….
Betas: With utter gratitude to
lynnmyth23 for tolerating my barrage of words. Any mistakes in here are my own! Feel free to point them out! Or, just point and laugh.Author’s Note: Up to Chapter Two for now. Need a break to contemplate Chapter Three...but if it is anything like the first two, it will be written at work on my Blackberry. Also remember, feedback=<3
An Injury to One
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
"So, what kind of doctor are you, then?"
A laugh. "The only!"
"Well. What's your name? Doctor what?"
A knowing, amused look. "Just The Doctor."
"Right."
Arthur was getting a bit annoyed and was about to walk away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You seem familiar," the odd man started.
"Oh? I don't think we've met before." (Arthur was certain that if they had, he would remember.)
He realized after he said it, though, that this Doctor fellow was most decidedly not speaking to him.
"You aren't a fixed point," he rambled excitedly, as though he were trying to work through a very difficult problem. "No, it's like you're tied to a fixed point, or anchoring it. But that's impossible because there ARE no...."
He stopped suddenly, his eyes widening as he thought.
"Oh, yes." He sounded grave.
He raked his hand through his hair and mouthed a string of somethings to himself. It looked like Maths. Arthur was really very certain that it was time for him to be going.
"Bad Wolf, indeed," The Doctor muttered. "Right, then. You -" He turned around twice in the empty street. "Hey! Get back here!"
------------------
Arthur Taylor was a normal man. Average, ordinary, bordering on the mundane. He was born in 2010 to two very loving parents who kept him fed and clothed and doted upon; he was an only child.
He had gone to university and dropped out and gone back and dropped out again. He had a girlfriend named Emily and a small flat in a decent neighborhood. He made decent wages managing a small but popular café.
One day, he just up and left, flat paid two months in advance, accounts closed, the key to the café left in the register. It was like he had disappeared. He left a note for Emily and his parents. They hoped that he would come back, but after months of waiting, they stopped looking.
-------------
"How...how did you know?"
He stared in the mirror, touching his face cautiously.
"Bad Wolf."
"Bad...what?" He turned back to The Doctor and blinked owlishly.
"It's what brought Jack back. Who. What. A rift, she – Rose, that is – looked into the Heart of the TARDIS. Brought Jack back. Jack must have brought you back at some point, too. He's a fixed point, a fact. The transfer of energy tied you to him. Not enough to be like him, but enough."
"But then, wouldn't everyone he's, uh, transferred energy with,” he coughed, “wouldn't they be, er, tied to him?"
The Doctor shrugged, trying extra very hard to suppress a grin.
"Maybe, but I think this is different."
"Bad Wolf? Life-saving kisses?" He raised a skeptic eyebrow.
"Oh, yes, Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor." Winking, he shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked back and forth a bit, thinking it over.
"What a lovely fairy tale," he snorted in response.
"Ha!" The Doctor beamed.
"It's not like he'd recognize me like this. Wouldn't know me on the street from anyone else. And I don't even know where he is."
"Rooftop," he announced, pulling his hand out of his pocket and pointing upwards to some indeterminate location.
Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor sighed.
-------------
Jack didn't believe it. Sure, it felt the same, that little knot in his stomach, the slight charge to the air. The eyes were the most startling. If he focused on them exclusively, he could forget for just a minute that any time had passed.
But it was still completely and utterly impossible. It had to be a trick, maybe an alien. Maybe someone trying, yet again, to infiltrate and discover the secrets of Torchwood. And so it was with great trepidation that he took a sip from the cup of coffee.
--------------
“Why?” He was still disoriented from the rush of knowledge, twenty odd years worth.
“I owe him a favor. I’m sure I’ll owe you one, too. And when people thank you in the future for something you do in the past…well. You are fixedly moving…moving…fixedly. And I did it for Rose.”
“Oh.”
“Besides,” he said, cheerily, “you’re either his anchor or his tether. He really needs both, but you’ll do.” The Doctor grinned or grimaced; it was becoming difficult to tell the difference.
----------
"It really is you, isn't it?" Jack murmured, staring at his coffee incredulously.
Ianto Jones Arthur Taylor laughed.
- END
Continue
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
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Date: 2010-09-16 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 01:52 am (UTC)By the by, don't know if I had mentioned it before, but your icon makes me giggle lots. :-D
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Date: 2010-09-16 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-16 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 02:28 am (UTC)I love this Ianto-Arthur person: But then, wouldn't everyone he's, uh, transferred energy with,” he coughed,. LOL!
I like this Doctor too. He does this amazing stuff: finds Arthur, takes Arthur from his old life, seemingly dumps (or triggers) all Ianto's memories, and brings Ianto-Arthur back to Jack, all while giving off that slightly flaky feel. Very, very Doctor-like! :-)
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Date: 2010-09-16 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 05:12 pm (UTC)Recover quickly, I have mem'd this so please write more
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Date: 2010-09-16 06:57 pm (UTC)And thank you so much! Yay!
Also, recovery is now complete. I have enough material for at least two more chapters, if not more. Just need to clean them up, have my lovely beta'er give them a look if she can, and off we go. Look for them a few hours from now. :)