Rescue from the Locker
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, James Norrington Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack Sparrow learns Jack Harkness' secret.
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. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Previous Chapter: The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Rescue from the Locker
“After you save dis one, he has life ahead of him still,” Tia Dalma continued, “the one you rooted for.”
In an instant, Sparrow went from red to pale.
“No, he’s dead, Elizabeth said so, she saw him…”
“Davy Jones ask him de question and he refuse,” she spoke as Harkness was utterly confused, “and any soul who refused him was sent dere.”
The pirate took off his hat, wriggled the brim in concentration and nodded his head in a slow defeated tone.
“Good,” said Tia Dalma and disappeared. He couldn’t help sighing even though he reminded himself that he would see her in person soon enough. First, they’d have to get this person she was talking about.
“Everyone else stays on the ship, just me and Jackie here,” Sparrow ordered, walking down the gangplank and giving Harkness’ shoulder a quick squeeze.
“Uh, no one calls me Jackie and gets away with it, not even Gwen,” he complained but he reconsidered on walking on what used to be sand. Now, he appeared to be walking on a tempest-tossed ocean where they could see a ship in the distance.
“What is this place?”
“All your worst nightmares, feelings, fears, memories, done over and over and over again until nothing is real and everything is unreal and you want to kill yourself…” Sparrow yelled against the gale force wind, “but you’re already dead!”
So, this is what the pirate hadn’t wanted to face again… He was tempted to ask what the other saw, but the conditions weren’t the best for a conversation and they were nearing the ship. In fact, he spotted a lone figure on deck.
“We must retreat! Sail away from the storm!! He’s not worth it!!!” commanded a hoarse voice on the edge of breaking, “Please…please don’t do this again…” They climbed up the bow and swung onto the deck where the figure spun around to face them. Harkness thought it was the most ridiculous uniform he had ever seen: it reminded him of that Swedish store that Ianto was so fond of.
“James, just come with us, mate,” Sparrow suggested when the other man brandished a gun.
“You’re not real. You’re like Teddy and everyone else,” the stranger complained, cocking the weapon.
“James, mate,” the pirate persisted, walking closer which just made him pull the trigger.
“No!” screamed the former time agent, jumping in front of him but there was no pain, no blood. It wasn’t real.
Sparrow had used that distraction to grab the man’s arms, saying, “See, this gun isn’t even real and that’s Captain Jack Harkness. Never met him once in your life so why dream about him, savvy? We’re real.”
“Real?” asked the sailor, his green eyes rimmed with red.
“Real,” the pirate confirmed with a grin, “Jack, meet Admiral James Norrington.”
“Jack?” James questioned, the fog starting to lift from his expression as well as the winds dying down and when Sparrow nodded, uttered, “Oh God, there’s two of you.”
“That’s the James I remember,” said the man and Harkness was able to see their ship. The blue waves lightened to tan sand and with a plop, the ship disappeared so they fell onto the sand below. They dusted themselves off and the sailor squinted his eyes before asking, “How long have I been dead?”
The pirate wasn’t looking at him when he replied, “about a year.” The leader of Torchwood couldn’t imagine having to spend a year like this and James questioned in a broken voice, “Do I really get to leave?”
“Yes, per Tia Dalma’s request,” Sparrow answered as they began marching through the dunes.
“The swamp witch?”
“Hey, don’t talk about her that way,” Harkness snapped and they both looked at him.
“And what of Elizabeth?” James inquired and the pirate sighed before saying, “A married woman…of sorts.”
“Of sorts?”
“Well, the death clause hit them a bit early,” Sparrow said, “during the course of the battle.”
“Poor Elizabeth…”
“Well, it’s not like he’s gone, he’s just serving as the Captain of the Flying Dutchman ‘til his decade’s up or the world ends or something else happens, not too sure on that…” the pirate interrupted, “but he sees her from time to time.”
“But he’s dead…” Harkness broke in, imagining that it must be something like Owen and how that must be horrible for this girl they were talking about.
“Not too dead, mate, all his bits and pieces work, they have a son together,” Sparrow informed them, making James look sad which the pirate noticed, “another William but she calls him ‘Jamie’.”
The Admiral looked away then until the moment was broken…also by the pirate.
“Oh! All your underparts should be in fine working order as well…or at least how they were…before.”
“Sparrow, I would like it if you NEVER mention any of my parts ever again,” James spat.
Harkness watched with a sad smile as their rapport reminded him of Owen and Ianto. They had almost reached the ship when the pirate turned to him, peered with his brown eyes and stated, “Mate, you jumped in front of me.”
He was talking nonsense.
“I knew it wasn’t a real pistol and you didn’t and you jumped in front of me to save me, why?” he asked with a grin, “Is it because you like me?”
“No one likes you,” said the sailor and Jack almost laughed until it was followed by, “but he does…have a point.”
This was said as if the very notion was painful and the admission was excruciating before he continued, “Either you’ve been here before, or you’re immortal or something of the sort.”
Lying came easy so why couldn’t he do it now? He laughed as though they had made a joke and they crossed their arms to their chests.
“I…I can’t die,” he spoke and then started walking faster to the ship.
“What?” Sparrow asked, running to him and grabbing his arm, “What’s that, mate?”
“You heard me,” Harkness replied and the pirate looked at him open-mouthed. The other one seemed to consider for a second and then nod as though it made perfect sense.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” questioned the captain of the Black Pearl.
“Because that’s what you want so badly and it’s not…,” he answered and it wasn’t as though this conversation ever got any easier, “it’s not as though I want to wear a shirt with ‘I’m immortal’ on it.”
“But how?” Sparrow questioned, “Are you a God like Calypso?”
“I got news for you…” he stated, getting very tired of the pirate, “She’s not.”
“So, you do know her! But…”
Harkness turned his back on them and climbed up the rope to the deck, ignoring all the inane prattle. Some of the crew paid their respects to James.
“Set sail,” Sparrow ordered to Mr. Gibbs and the leader of Torchwood walked over to the sailor leaning on the deck. The other man looked up with a pensive expression and watery green eyes.
“I finally get to die,” he whispered and smiled. Harkness didn’t have the heart to correct him so he just clasped the man’s shoulder. James shrugged him off and stood suddenly straight, taking off his hat. He flung it so it landed on the sand and removed his wig which dropped into blue below. The coat came next and was so heavy that it dropped like a rock into the depths. This was getting good, but the man stopped after the coat, apparently satisfied. Still, the waistcoat and white shirt revealed more of his figure; skinny but muscular. They were moving again in the water and Jack took his own place at the rail. How had she ended up mistaken as a Goddess? The memories lay almost forgotten in the recesses of his brain because they hurt too much; almost his entire time with her, two whole years, had been taken from him by the Time Agency. They’d been RetConned into oblivion. From what he could remember, it was a fairly simple pregnancy and she acted like any other infant…except for being telepathic. He’d been almost certain of that. Between that and her strange appearance, would that have been enough to impress the natives? Although Calypso had existed more than millennia ago according to Homer, was she that old? Her birth had been before he’d become immortal. It must have come from her father. There was even less to remember of him, just one really great night that rivaled some of his better times with Ianto. Trea’s brown hair, eyes and skin all came from him.
The Future Awaits
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, James Norrington Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack Sparrow learns Jack Harkness' secret.
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. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Previous Chapter: The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Rescue from the Locker
“After you save dis one, he has life ahead of him still,” Tia Dalma continued, “the one you rooted for.”
In an instant, Sparrow went from red to pale.
“No, he’s dead, Elizabeth said so, she saw him…”
“Davy Jones ask him de question and he refuse,” she spoke as Harkness was utterly confused, “and any soul who refused him was sent dere.”
The pirate took off his hat, wriggled the brim in concentration and nodded his head in a slow defeated tone.
“Good,” said Tia Dalma and disappeared. He couldn’t help sighing even though he reminded himself that he would see her in person soon enough. First, they’d have to get this person she was talking about.
“Everyone else stays on the ship, just me and Jackie here,” Sparrow ordered, walking down the gangplank and giving Harkness’ shoulder a quick squeeze.
“Uh, no one calls me Jackie and gets away with it, not even Gwen,” he complained but he reconsidered on walking on what used to be sand. Now, he appeared to be walking on a tempest-tossed ocean where they could see a ship in the distance.
“What is this place?”
“All your worst nightmares, feelings, fears, memories, done over and over and over again until nothing is real and everything is unreal and you want to kill yourself…” Sparrow yelled against the gale force wind, “but you’re already dead!”
So, this is what the pirate hadn’t wanted to face again… He was tempted to ask what the other saw, but the conditions weren’t the best for a conversation and they were nearing the ship. In fact, he spotted a lone figure on deck.
“We must retreat! Sail away from the storm!! He’s not worth it!!!” commanded a hoarse voice on the edge of breaking, “Please…please don’t do this again…” They climbed up the bow and swung onto the deck where the figure spun around to face them. Harkness thought it was the most ridiculous uniform he had ever seen: it reminded him of that Swedish store that Ianto was so fond of.
“James, just come with us, mate,” Sparrow suggested when the other man brandished a gun.
“You’re not real. You’re like Teddy and everyone else,” the stranger complained, cocking the weapon.
“James, mate,” the pirate persisted, walking closer which just made him pull the trigger.
“No!” screamed the former time agent, jumping in front of him but there was no pain, no blood. It wasn’t real.
Sparrow had used that distraction to grab the man’s arms, saying, “See, this gun isn’t even real and that’s Captain Jack Harkness. Never met him once in your life so why dream about him, savvy? We’re real.”
“Real?” asked the sailor, his green eyes rimmed with red.
“Real,” the pirate confirmed with a grin, “Jack, meet Admiral James Norrington.”
“Jack?” James questioned, the fog starting to lift from his expression as well as the winds dying down and when Sparrow nodded, uttered, “Oh God, there’s two of you.”
“That’s the James I remember,” said the man and Harkness was able to see their ship. The blue waves lightened to tan sand and with a plop, the ship disappeared so they fell onto the sand below. They dusted themselves off and the sailor squinted his eyes before asking, “How long have I been dead?”
The pirate wasn’t looking at him when he replied, “about a year.” The leader of Torchwood couldn’t imagine having to spend a year like this and James questioned in a broken voice, “Do I really get to leave?”
“Yes, per Tia Dalma’s request,” Sparrow answered as they began marching through the dunes.
“The swamp witch?”
“Hey, don’t talk about her that way,” Harkness snapped and they both looked at him.
“And what of Elizabeth?” James inquired and the pirate sighed before saying, “A married woman…of sorts.”
“Of sorts?”
“Well, the death clause hit them a bit early,” Sparrow said, “during the course of the battle.”
“Poor Elizabeth…”
“Well, it’s not like he’s gone, he’s just serving as the Captain of the Flying Dutchman ‘til his decade’s up or the world ends or something else happens, not too sure on that…” the pirate interrupted, “but he sees her from time to time.”
“But he’s dead…” Harkness broke in, imagining that it must be something like Owen and how that must be horrible for this girl they were talking about.
“Not too dead, mate, all his bits and pieces work, they have a son together,” Sparrow informed them, making James look sad which the pirate noticed, “another William but she calls him ‘Jamie’.”
The Admiral looked away then until the moment was broken…also by the pirate.
“Oh! All your underparts should be in fine working order as well…or at least how they were…before.”
“Sparrow, I would like it if you NEVER mention any of my parts ever again,” James spat.
Harkness watched with a sad smile as their rapport reminded him of Owen and Ianto. They had almost reached the ship when the pirate turned to him, peered with his brown eyes and stated, “Mate, you jumped in front of me.”
He was talking nonsense.
“I knew it wasn’t a real pistol and you didn’t and you jumped in front of me to save me, why?” he asked with a grin, “Is it because you like me?”
“No one likes you,” said the sailor and Jack almost laughed until it was followed by, “but he does…have a point.”
This was said as if the very notion was painful and the admission was excruciating before he continued, “Either you’ve been here before, or you’re immortal or something of the sort.”
Lying came easy so why couldn’t he do it now? He laughed as though they had made a joke and they crossed their arms to their chests.
“I…I can’t die,” he spoke and then started walking faster to the ship.
“What?” Sparrow asked, running to him and grabbing his arm, “What’s that, mate?”
“You heard me,” Harkness replied and the pirate looked at him open-mouthed. The other one seemed to consider for a second and then nod as though it made perfect sense.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” questioned the captain of the Black Pearl.
“Because that’s what you want so badly and it’s not…,” he answered and it wasn’t as though this conversation ever got any easier, “it’s not as though I want to wear a shirt with ‘I’m immortal’ on it.”
“But how?” Sparrow questioned, “Are you a God like Calypso?”
“I got news for you…” he stated, getting very tired of the pirate, “She’s not.”
“So, you do know her! But…”
Harkness turned his back on them and climbed up the rope to the deck, ignoring all the inane prattle. Some of the crew paid their respects to James.
“Set sail,” Sparrow ordered to Mr. Gibbs and the leader of Torchwood walked over to the sailor leaning on the deck. The other man looked up with a pensive expression and watery green eyes.
“I finally get to die,” he whispered and smiled. Harkness didn’t have the heart to correct him so he just clasped the man’s shoulder. James shrugged him off and stood suddenly straight, taking off his hat. He flung it so it landed on the sand and removed his wig which dropped into blue below. The coat came next and was so heavy that it dropped like a rock into the depths. This was getting good, but the man stopped after the coat, apparently satisfied. Still, the waistcoat and white shirt revealed more of his figure; skinny but muscular. They were moving again in the water and Jack took his own place at the rail. How had she ended up mistaken as a Goddess? The memories lay almost forgotten in the recesses of his brain because they hurt too much; almost his entire time with her, two whole years, had been taken from him by the Time Agency. They’d been RetConned into oblivion. From what he could remember, it was a fairly simple pregnancy and she acted like any other infant…except for being telepathic. He’d been almost certain of that. Between that and her strange appearance, would that have been enough to impress the natives? Although Calypso had existed more than millennia ago according to Homer, was she that old? Her birth had been before he’d become immortal. It must have come from her father. There was even less to remember of him, just one really great night that rivaled some of his better times with Ianto. Trea’s brown hair, eyes and skin all came from him.
The Future Awaits
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Date: 2010-07-23 09:57 pm (UTC)That reminds me...I haven't kept up with the Torchwood story sequel...
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Date: 2010-08-03 03:24 am (UTC)I'm looking forward to more reviews.