ericadawn16 | The Future Awaits

Title: 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: Calypso has special plans for James.
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: Rescue from the Locker

Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html

The Future Awaits

However, Trea's father had called him “Jack” before he had even started using that alias. Unfortunately, since he had used that name for most of the time he’d been alive, which was far longer than he cared to tell, it didn’t limit the number of possibilities. It could have been anyone…Oh…

He’d forgotten about the odd thing that had happened when he hadn’t been far along yet in his pregnancy. She had been mistaken for twins because it had sounded like two hearts, but what if it had been two hearts and they both belonged to her?

There was one person he’d met who knew him as Jack and had two hearts. Harkness held onto the rail to steady himself at the realization of who his daughter’s father was. The sight of dead bodies floating below did not help though and the new crew member shrieked in a very high-pitched manner.

“The ship isn’t stopping,” James noticed and turned to Harkness, “I thought…”

“Tia has other plans in mind for you and she tends to get what she wants,” he told him, “always has.”

“I know you harbour deep feeling for her,” James spoke, “but I don’t trust her. It was her actions that helped to create Davy Jones.”

“Not familiar,” Harkness was forced to admit and hoped the other would explain.

“Davy Jones was the captain of the Flying Dutchman. However, he’d been led to believe it was a temporary position. After a decade of servitude, they’d meet on a beach and spend the rest of eternity together. He showed up…she didn’t. It broke him. He carved out his heart over it…” James paused and closed his eyes for a brief second, “without his heart, he grew more and more alien…a fish person with no feelings.”

“Maybe she got cold feet and he just didn’t understand,” Harkness suggested, remembering how many times Ianto and others had complained about his lack of commitment. Was something like that genetic?

“Jones killed people, people I cared about,” the other man said, “It was one of his crew that killed me.”

Even hearing her possible connection to James’ death, Harkness couldn’t find any fault in his daughter’s actions.

“So, fish people are a normal occurrence?” he asked, trying to change the subject, “You didn’t pass it off as something else.”

“I’ve battled fish people, undead pirates and my own personal hell,” the sailor replied, “Nothing could surprise me now.”

The former time agent resisted the urge to take that as a challenge and another idea crossed his mind, but…but it was crazy and he ignored that one, too. Instead, he just smirked.

“Everyone, it’s time to run back and forth!” yelled the pirate with one eye. The two men shrugged at each other and joined in. The entire crew ran back and forth across the ship until it tipped over in a flash of green. It was amazing and Harkness knew he’d never forget it. The ship righted itself into a bright sunny day and he knew that he was that much closer to his reunion. His hand reflexively went to where the scar used to be.

“There’s an island around here somewhere,” muttered Sparrow with his spyglass. It took just over nine hours to finally spot a small island with someone waiting for them. The leader of Torchwood took the spyglass from the pirate and saw her. He hadn’t been this happy since…since he wasn’t even sure. Things had gone so shitty lately in the 21st century and being here in the 18th century didn’t change that. Everything seemed to move so slowly from nearing the island to docking, but when he walked onto the sand, it took all his effort not to run to her and take her in his arms because she still didn’t know. Instead, he approached her with Sparrow and James. The rest of the crew kept a respectable distance…afraid.

“You have brought him as I asked,” Tia confirmed with a grin, that Harkness recognized as his, as she lay a hand on the sailor’s arm in an intimate way. He appeared a little bit uncomfortable before she turned her attention to the former time agent, “Would you like to know the fate of your daughter?”

“No.”

Her face fell and she looked like she was going to cry.

“Because I already know,” he said, gazing only at her as if there was no one else there.

“Mummy,” she uttered and ran to him.

“Either I have had too much rum or too little, did everyone else hear ‘mummy’?” asked Sparrow as if he should be holding a bottle and James agreed, “I believe she did.”
Harkness had his arms around his little girl again for the first time in a very long time. He’d almost given up on ever finding her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. After they took you, they erased two years of my memory, I…I only remember you as an infant,” he whispered, his hand touching her dreads, studying her face, noticing how her arms felt around him…it was overwhelming. He sighed and there were tears coming down both their cheeks, “You’ve…you’ve changed so much.”

There was a kiss on his cheeks from her and she spoke, “And you’re almost like I remembered.”

An attempt at a smile failed as she continued, “So much serious and sad…and wrong somehow…although not to me, never to me, kal lea ipspo.”

“I love you, too,” he agreed and kissed her on her forehead while trying to see if he could feel her mind with his. Their minds touched, feeling like warmth and happiness until she started showing him what had happened. Her last glimpse of him had been his unconscious body while she screamed. Then, sometime later, she had gotten hold of a weapon from her captor and had dismantled it before being slapped hard across the face.

“Stupid brat, Sulis hasn’t appeared in weeks and you’re just useless,” complained the man with blue robes, “and we have no money…unless I could sell you as a slave.”
She ran until stopped by a door. The man came closer and she beat on the door which opened at the last second.

“After that girl!” the man screamed so that other footsteps followed him. She ran towards the sea and jumped in, holding her breath. They waited and waited until the man finally announced with disgust, “The sea must have claimed her.”

Still, Trea waited until she found it hard not to breath and let go, the wave carrying her ashore.

“Witch! Witch!” the natives chanted around her in a gleeful tone and picked her up. However, he had the distinct impression that his daughter had no idea what they were saying and she had spoken in a grateful tone to them, “kal lea ipspo, graes ipspo, kal lea ipspo.” Next, he saw her looking into a polished piece of metal. She was older, having the appearance of a three-year-old in ornate robes.

“Four years has she studied under you, is she a witch as they say?” asked a man in similar robes and long brown hair.

“Calypso,” he called and she turned to face him, “Notice what I do.” He took liquids of different colors, combining them to make a new liquid that smoked. Then, he nodded for her to do so as well except she added an additional ingredient that made the new liquid shiny like metal.

“No, she is not a witch,” the old man informed him, bowing before the child, “she is a Goddess.” His companion bowed as well and Trea just laughed at their odd antics. The memories shown him were few and far between after that as she became older and older; her face becoming womanly as well as her body and as she met a man with a beard, their minds separated.

“You’re always beautiful to me,” he said, with a sad tone as he realized something, “I wish I could stay.”

“But you can’t because of Ianto,” she stated; the traces of a smile on her face.

“He makes me want to keep living,” her mother confessed, “and I hope that you’ll find someone like that one day, too.”

Another hug followed and there seemed to be an “aww” from Sparrow’s direction as Harkness studied his daughter’s face at the moment. She had his chin, but her brown eyes…

“You have your father’s eyes.”

There was a little laugh before she commented, “We don’t even know who he was.”

“No…” he started, but stopped before it could become agreement or admitting that he did know now. It didn’t seem right to tell her before her father knew he had a daughter, but could he even tell him or would that upset future events? Time travel made everything so complicated.

“But I knew you,” the pirate spoke with a grin.

“Now, in the 21st century, they just call it fucking,” Harkness spat, “much simpler.”

“I would not be bragging if I were you,” Trea warned to Sparrow, “or de truth of it will come out.”

“Come with me,” the former time agent requested, but the woman shook her head, “I cannot, but you will not go alone.”

Everyone tried to make sense of this statement before she finished, “You will take James with you.”

“What?” asked multiple people at the same time, including Harkness, Sparrow and James.

“And what am I lacking that I wasn’t sent?” questioned the ship captain, proud expression on his face.

“You achieve dat which you want and you will live to see 2008, but James is mortal. He will die,” Trea explained, “For now, Jack, you belong in this place and time and he does not.”

“Why?” James inquired, totally taken aback.

“Because dat is what time demands, I do not change time, I merely follow it,” she spoke, reminding him of her father even if they’d never met, “You will go with him to 2008 and he will take care of you.”

The one-time Admiral looked at all of them, lingering on Harkness and Trea so that she took his hand and looked into his eyes. Something was shared telepathically because he relaxed and moved closer to the leader of Torchwood.

“I’ll come back and see you…bring Ianto…” he started to his daughter, but she shook her head, “Do not come back here. We will meet again in your time.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be that long, the separation couldn’t possibly be as long as it was from when he saw her as a toddler until now. After hugging her one more time as though he didn’t want it to end, he turned to his new charge and told him, “Take my arm.”

After doing so, Captain Jack Harkness saluted everyone with the other hand, and then used his Vortex Manipulator to transport them both.

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