The Two Jacks Meet
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, Mr. Gibbs Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack is transported to the eighteenth century.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean
Previous Chapter: Prologue: Secrets Come Out
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
The Two Jacks Meet
July 26, 2008
Jack loved watching the other man sleep. In his sleep, Ianto Jones looked much younger than he did awake, more like his physical age than the emotional maturity thrust upon him. However, lately, his slumber had not been so restful. Jack had kept him in his arms so that his lover would know he was there and because he didn’t like being alone either especially in the confined space of his room under his office. Light scars lined the younger man’s battered body from all his previous battles and Jack wished he could just kiss them to make them go away, but there were some things that could not so easily be undone. He bent down to smell that mix of aftershave and coffee when his wrist-strap began beeping. The last time it had done that was in John’s presence and he could do without that. There was also the fear that it would wake Ianto as he let go of him, but the wrist-strap began glowing and Jack was transported away. His vortex manipulator had worked, but how could that be? Jack looked around to see where and when he was. The beach offered no clues though and he worried about Ianto as he noticed the beautiful woman who stood south of him. Being the only person there, he approached her. She gave him a smile as she played with the black pearl necklace around her neck. Unique was a word that didn’t feel suitable to fully explain this woman. Her hair contained dreads, her dress was decorated by small shells and her eyes held a red twinge to them.
“You’re not a shapeshifter, are you?” he asked, suspicious. It was met with a laugh and the reply, “Not one you have need to worry about.”
The accent was vaguely Jamaican. She stepped, laying a hand on him and asking, “You do not know me?”
A cunning comeback was on his lips, but died as she jumped, taking her hand off. Confusion shown in her brown eyes.
“You are wrong…what have dey done?” she questioned in a way that made him think she wasn’t actually asking him.
“Hey, I’m not wrong,” Jack maintained, memories of being called a freak by a certain time lord were still a bit raw, “I’m just…special.”
He grinned which only made her look sad and the sun made the gold cloth of her dress show up more. Then, there was a noise behind them and they looked to see a man emerge through the bushes from the other side of the island.
“Tia Dalma!” he cried, striding towards her and Jack wasn’t sure what to make of him. Unless they were attending some ultra-exclusive costume party, his clothes suggested he was a pirate from the 17th or 18th century on Earth. How did he get there? Why was he here?
“Jack Sparrow,” she greeted back, met with an annoyed expression as the man corrected her, “Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“You possess a ship?” she questioned although the former time agent felt sure she already knew the answer.
“Yes, mine…again…finally,” the pirate replied and noticed Jack, “and who is this?”
“T’is is Captain Jack Harkness,” introduced Tia Dalma and the man with facial hair regarded him with…jealousy.
“And he knows you, too?” Jack Sparrow asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
“He used to,” she answered and he noticed her tone was melancholic again. He didn’t remember ever seeing her before and he would have thought she’d been someone he’d remember. Also, it was obvious from the look on her face that she was reading Sparrow’s mind and avoiding his.
“Why are we here?” Harkness questioned, folding his arms over his chest. This was met with a grin.
“I have need of help…”
The pirate snorted and commented, “Some Goddess…”
“She’s a Goddess?”
“Calypso,” the man informed him and Harkness pondered. He’d heard of Calypso, but always as a fictional character.
“You must go to the ends of de Earth to correct a wrong in de universe,” the woman spoke and the pirate paled.
“If it’s anything like the end of the universe, I think I’ll pass,” said the leader of Torchwood. Tia Dalma fumed.
“You’re Captain Jack Harkness!”
“And I’ve had a very hard couple of weeks,” he explained, “so if you can’t come up with an actual reason, I left a very nice man in my bed.”
For a second, he thought she was going to slap him. Instead, she grabbed his wrists that were pale compared to hers and despite being four inches shorter than he, Harkness was forced to take a couple of steps back. Her face held a strange mixture of anger and disappointment and she opened her mouth to say something several times, but shut it every time. Finally, in a defeated tone, she spoke, “I will tell your daughter’s fate upon your return.”
The grip was loosened and he looked away at the bushes. There used to be a time when having his daughter back was the only thing that meant anything, but over time, her memory had been buried with those of his brother and father. The memories just hurt too much to keep at the surface. Not even Ianto knew Jack had a child except for an odd remark every year or so that no one ever picked up on and his whole world had been literally shattered by his reunion with Grey… He still didn’t look at them as he asked, hating the self-loathing in it, “Will she try to kill me, too?”
“Not if you do it.”
The answer was certain and he turned back around. Her brown eyes were sympathetic but there was stubbornness to her expression that was familiar somehow although he couldn’t place it.
“But I can’t leave Ianto right now, not after…” he trailed off, unable to come up with a succinct answer for everything that had happened in the last year or even the last week…so much death…Gwen telling him what had happened in that tunnel. She smiled and looked almost pretty except for the black-stained teeth.
“You’ll be returned before de morn,” she promised, “having seen what very few ever will.”
It was a tempting offer; rekindling that part of him that used to wonder what every star in the sky held and what every species was like in bed. He nodded his head and readjusted his braces so they weren’t limply hanging off his waist. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need his coat which was hanging on the rack in his office. The palm trees shook in the breeze.
“And why should I help?” asked the pirate; very shifty eyed. Jack didn’t like him.
“Because de treasure you sought was not dere,” she answered and Harkness was utterly confused by this exchange. Sparrow screwed his face like he’d tasted something unpleasant and questioned, “You know where it is?”
“I do,” she said, very proud and he inclined his head in the affirmative as well.
“Very well, let’s get this voyage underway,” the pirate spoke, laying a hand on Tia’s shoulder, “I have plenty of room in my cabin.”
“Not dis time,” she answered, pulling from his touch to grab Jack’s wrist-strap, “but I’ll have my ways.”
With that, she walked away and Sparrow smiled; golden teeth glinting.
“How are we even supposed to find this place?” Harkness questioned, “since she’s not coming with us.”
“Because I’ve been there before…” the pirate explained with a haunted look before brightening in an instant, “and I have a map, savvy?”
He led the way to his ship, The Black Pearl.
“And where will I sleep?”
“There are some extra hammocks or on deck…”
Jack pouted as though he’d been horribly offended and commented, “but you offered her your cabin.”
Sparrow considered it, saying, “She and I go way back, but maybe after I know you better.”
“Well, that’s better,” Harkness conceded and drew himself up to his full height. A few weeks passed in this very odd manner. He’d never spent this much time in an era with so little technology. Evenings were spent telling stories…mainly lore about their illustrious captain and one or two alluded to this mysterious quest of his. Sparrow's behaviour was eccentric and off-putting. The former time agent wanted to know more so he went to the only person who would give him a straight answer, the first mate; Mr. Gibbs.
“There’s no big secret there,” the grey-haired man explained, “Jack wants immortality.”
“Does he?” asked Harkness and the other missed how he didn’t need an answer. He waited until Sparrow made his nightly rounds.
The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, Mr. Gibbs Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack is transported to the eighteenth century.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean
Previous Chapter: Prologue: Secrets Come Out
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
The Two Jacks Meet
July 26, 2008
Jack loved watching the other man sleep. In his sleep, Ianto Jones looked much younger than he did awake, more like his physical age than the emotional maturity thrust upon him. However, lately, his slumber had not been so restful. Jack had kept him in his arms so that his lover would know he was there and because he didn’t like being alone either especially in the confined space of his room under his office. Light scars lined the younger man’s battered body from all his previous battles and Jack wished he could just kiss them to make them go away, but there were some things that could not so easily be undone. He bent down to smell that mix of aftershave and coffee when his wrist-strap began beeping. The last time it had done that was in John’s presence and he could do without that. There was also the fear that it would wake Ianto as he let go of him, but the wrist-strap began glowing and Jack was transported away. His vortex manipulator had worked, but how could that be? Jack looked around to see where and when he was. The beach offered no clues though and he worried about Ianto as he noticed the beautiful woman who stood south of him. Being the only person there, he approached her. She gave him a smile as she played with the black pearl necklace around her neck. Unique was a word that didn’t feel suitable to fully explain this woman. Her hair contained dreads, her dress was decorated by small shells and her eyes held a red twinge to them.
“You’re not a shapeshifter, are you?” he asked, suspicious. It was met with a laugh and the reply, “Not one you have need to worry about.”
The accent was vaguely Jamaican. She stepped, laying a hand on him and asking, “You do not know me?”
A cunning comeback was on his lips, but died as she jumped, taking her hand off. Confusion shown in her brown eyes.
“You are wrong…what have dey done?” she questioned in a way that made him think she wasn’t actually asking him.
“Hey, I’m not wrong,” Jack maintained, memories of being called a freak by a certain time lord were still a bit raw, “I’m just…special.”
He grinned which only made her look sad and the sun made the gold cloth of her dress show up more. Then, there was a noise behind them and they looked to see a man emerge through the bushes from the other side of the island.
“Tia Dalma!” he cried, striding towards her and Jack wasn’t sure what to make of him. Unless they were attending some ultra-exclusive costume party, his clothes suggested he was a pirate from the 17th or 18th century on Earth. How did he get there? Why was he here?
“Jack Sparrow,” she greeted back, met with an annoyed expression as the man corrected her, “Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“You possess a ship?” she questioned although the former time agent felt sure she already knew the answer.
“Yes, mine…again…finally,” the pirate replied and noticed Jack, “and who is this?”
“T’is is Captain Jack Harkness,” introduced Tia Dalma and the man with facial hair regarded him with…jealousy.
“And he knows you, too?” Jack Sparrow asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
“He used to,” she answered and he noticed her tone was melancholic again. He didn’t remember ever seeing her before and he would have thought she’d been someone he’d remember. Also, it was obvious from the look on her face that she was reading Sparrow’s mind and avoiding his.
“Why are we here?” Harkness questioned, folding his arms over his chest. This was met with a grin.
“I have need of help…”
The pirate snorted and commented, “Some Goddess…”
“She’s a Goddess?”
“Calypso,” the man informed him and Harkness pondered. He’d heard of Calypso, but always as a fictional character.
“You must go to the ends of de Earth to correct a wrong in de universe,” the woman spoke and the pirate paled.
“If it’s anything like the end of the universe, I think I’ll pass,” said the leader of Torchwood. Tia Dalma fumed.
“You’re Captain Jack Harkness!”
“And I’ve had a very hard couple of weeks,” he explained, “so if you can’t come up with an actual reason, I left a very nice man in my bed.”
For a second, he thought she was going to slap him. Instead, she grabbed his wrists that were pale compared to hers and despite being four inches shorter than he, Harkness was forced to take a couple of steps back. Her face held a strange mixture of anger and disappointment and she opened her mouth to say something several times, but shut it every time. Finally, in a defeated tone, she spoke, “I will tell your daughter’s fate upon your return.”
The grip was loosened and he looked away at the bushes. There used to be a time when having his daughter back was the only thing that meant anything, but over time, her memory had been buried with those of his brother and father. The memories just hurt too much to keep at the surface. Not even Ianto knew Jack had a child except for an odd remark every year or so that no one ever picked up on and his whole world had been literally shattered by his reunion with Grey… He still didn’t look at them as he asked, hating the self-loathing in it, “Will she try to kill me, too?”
“Not if you do it.”
The answer was certain and he turned back around. Her brown eyes were sympathetic but there was stubbornness to her expression that was familiar somehow although he couldn’t place it.
“But I can’t leave Ianto right now, not after…” he trailed off, unable to come up with a succinct answer for everything that had happened in the last year or even the last week…so much death…Gwen telling him what had happened in that tunnel. She smiled and looked almost pretty except for the black-stained teeth.
“You’ll be returned before de morn,” she promised, “having seen what very few ever will.”
It was a tempting offer; rekindling that part of him that used to wonder what every star in the sky held and what every species was like in bed. He nodded his head and readjusted his braces so they weren’t limply hanging off his waist. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need his coat which was hanging on the rack in his office. The palm trees shook in the breeze.
“And why should I help?” asked the pirate; very shifty eyed. Jack didn’t like him.
“Because de treasure you sought was not dere,” she answered and Harkness was utterly confused by this exchange. Sparrow screwed his face like he’d tasted something unpleasant and questioned, “You know where it is?”
“I do,” she said, very proud and he inclined his head in the affirmative as well.
“Very well, let’s get this voyage underway,” the pirate spoke, laying a hand on Tia’s shoulder, “I have plenty of room in my cabin.”
“Not dis time,” she answered, pulling from his touch to grab Jack’s wrist-strap, “but I’ll have my ways.”
With that, she walked away and Sparrow smiled; golden teeth glinting.
“How are we even supposed to find this place?” Harkness questioned, “since she’s not coming with us.”
“Because I’ve been there before…” the pirate explained with a haunted look before brightening in an instant, “and I have a map, savvy?”
He led the way to his ship, The Black Pearl.
“And where will I sleep?”
“There are some extra hammocks or on deck…”
Jack pouted as though he’d been horribly offended and commented, “but you offered her your cabin.”
Sparrow considered it, saying, “She and I go way back, but maybe after I know you better.”
“Well, that’s better,” Harkness conceded and drew himself up to his full height. A few weeks passed in this very odd manner. He’d never spent this much time in an era with so little technology. Evenings were spent telling stories…mainly lore about their illustrious captain and one or two alluded to this mysterious quest of his. Sparrow's behaviour was eccentric and off-putting. The former time agent wanted to know more so he went to the only person who would give him a straight answer, the first mate; Mr. Gibbs.
“There’s no big secret there,” the grey-haired man explained, “Jack wants immortality.”
“Does he?” asked Harkness and the other missed how he didn’t need an answer. He waited until Sparrow made his nightly rounds.
The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
