Size Matters
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Characters: Martha, Jack, Ianto, James, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James gets thoroughly checked out.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. 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: How Do You Live?
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Size Matters
“You want me to check him out like I did Owen?” Martha clarified as she bemoaned the lack of coffee. Where was Ianto?
She’d just arrived and Jack had cornered her about some new person he’d hired.
“Physical, mental, everything…” he’d answered and being Jack, she felt the need to say, “I’m not going to sleep with him.”
There was a chuckle so she continued, “And as I said before, I’m not fully qualified in mental issues, why do you insist on me trying?”
“If you had an employee hide their Cyberwoman girlfriend in the basement for too many months, then you’d understand,” was the curt reply. She hadn’t ever heard about this.
“Who?” she questioned, never one for suppressing her curiosity. He ignored her by walking over to Tosh’s station and pulling up security camera feeds.
“It shouldn’t have taken this long for Ianto to set-up the new recruit,” he muttered, looking for something. The video feeds were from inside the Hub itself.
“Maybe you’ve rubbed off on him,” Martha suggested with a smirk, “Maybe he’s simply welcoming him in properly.”
She was rewarded with a glare and Jack stated, “They’re outside.”
“Then, I’ll be in the medical bay,” she said and went to prepare for doing the physical. A short while later, Jack and Ianto entered with another tall man
“Dr. Martha Jones, meet James Norrington,” Jack introduced and she crossed over to him, but the new recruit got a surprised look on his face, saying, “Huzzah, a nigger!”
The slap had been so reflexive that she’d barely realized what she’d done by the time it was over and the offender was leaning against Jack.
“No one calls me that!” she spat, “Where are you from? The 19th century?”
“1724, actually,” Jack informed her.
“Seriously?” she asked, studying the man again. He did appear to be wearing one of Ianto’s suits which was odd. The stranger touched his cheek that had become quite red.
“Well, we aren’t called that anymore,” she amended since it wasn’t his fault that society had raised them to be arrogant pricks then, “only racist pigs use it.”
“What shall I call you then?” he asked in a softened manner.
“They call me Martha,” she explained, folding her arms, “but you can call me Doctor.”
There was a muffled laugh from Jack’s direction and James nodded.
“I’ll need you to remove your suitcoat,” she spoke, “This might go better without the audience.”
Jack and Ianto left although her patient watched them go with concern.
“I’m not going to bite if that’s what you think,” she told him, uncrossing her arms.
“I’m not sure what to think anymore,” he replied, stripping off his coat and looking very uncomfortable, “And you’re a real doctor?”
She nodded, taking out a fresh medical chart and pen.
“My time…where I come from…” he tried and frowned as though not being able to find the right words, “They were very restrictive of your gender and color, but I’m pleased to see that’s changed. Your work attire even includes trousers.”
The nervousness seemed sincere so that she wanted to believe him, but by now, especially with her work, she had become so jaded about people. There were very few that she trusted and that didn’t even include her parents part of the time.
“Full name?” she asked, clicking the pen.
“James Norrington” was the reply and she raised an eyebrow, “No, nothing in between.”
“And you were born?” she read off the form, wishing there were fewer questions.
“First of March in 1692,” James answered, thinking for a moment.
“Which would make you 316 years old except 1724…you’re 32 years of age?” she clarified, noticing he had aged well if that were the case. There was a nod before Martha continued, “Father’s name?”
“Admiral Lawrence Norrington,” he said with what couldn’t have been anything other than disdain. If he hadn’t tried to hide that, perhaps he was an honest individual and she wondered what his father had done. She wrote down the name and continued.
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“Anything we should be concerned about?” Jack questioned an hour later as the doctor walked out of the room.
“Aside from his needing a dentist appointment as soon as possible, nothing physical seems wrong with him. I’ll have to run the blood work to be sure,” Martha told him before sighing, “but I don’t think it’s really hit him yet…everyone he ever knew is dead. I know there were nights during that year that I cried.”
“Me too,” he agreed, trying not to think of everything he saw. The moment became too serious and there was something he wanted to know about anyway.
“Does he measure up to Torchwood standards?” he questioned, grinning. She tried to look indignant, but it couldn’t have been that unexpected.
“You’ve seen Owen’s and…”
“And I’ve definitely seen yours,” she interrupted with a snicker and seemed almost…tired of it. No, it couldn’t be that.
“Haven’t seen Ianto’s though,” she added with a smirk.
“Well, he’s…I’m not dissappointed,” he replied although undaunted, “Now tell me about James.”
“James is…well, he’s…” she spoke, not looking at him in the eyes as though he was pushing the limits of her ethics as a doctor except this was Torchwood and the two of them went too far back for that, “Despite how many times I’ve seen yours, I’d be hard pressed to say which one was bigger without a direct comparison…and no, I’m not suggesting that be done right now.”
Yep, she knew him too well and Ianto was rubbing off on him, too.
“Thank you,” Jack said, putting his hands together and leaving for Gwen’s station. He’d given her a project as well.
“Update, I need to know what you have so far,” he requested, leaning on the Formica. She scrunched her nose which was never a good sign.
“If he insists on keeping the name, there shouldn’t be a problem. Nobody close in age has the same name…”
“Then, what’s the problem?” he asked, not seeing what the face was for.
“It was his family. You told me to look into that as well and…” she swiveled in her chair to face him, “When he was born, there were four other Norringtons: a grandmother, his parents and an aunt who married a Dalton, producing two children. One of them became a pirate and the other died in childbirth years later. Within fifty years, both lines are gone. He has no family at all, Jack; not even a distant cousin or anything.”
“Well, it’s not as thought we could introduce them or explain what happened…” Jack reminded her before she interrupted.
“I just don’t…You saw my wedding, I’ve always had lots of cousins and friends around me all the time. I can’t imagine not having that…” she said, shaking her head, “your whole family just gone…It’s been bad enough with…”
“It happens,” he stated in a soft voice, standing up. He could see the realization dawning on her face. Her brown eyes grew very big.
“Oh, Jack, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…because…,” she apologized and looked like she was going to get to her feet, “I didn’t mean you.”
“Thanks for the work,” her boss commended and left before anything else could be said. He hadn’t been thinking of himself. It wasn’t that difficult to find him; down in the archives with what James was found in.
“Is something the matter?” Ianto asked, closing the door.
“Just thinking of you,” he replied and hated the suspicious look that crossed his lover’s face. Was he really that inattentive? Before another second passed, he pressed his lips to the other’s lips as he hands caressed Ianto’s cheeks.
“I have the stop watch in my pocket,” he suggested, a bit out of breath. Jack nodded at the idea which sounded perfect to him.
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“Where is Jack?” James questioned which elicited snickers from the women.
“Weevil hunting,” responded the woman with dark hair that he hadn’t met. Her fingers made strange movements as she said it and they continued to laugh.
“And what makes that so humorous?” he inquired because there was nothing pleasant about hunting dangerous creatures.
“Because what they’re really doing is shagging in the hothouse or the conference room or the archives…” Martha explained with a smile.
“Or his office or the garage or the loo or…my desk,” the other one added with a bit of a frown, “Not sure where they haven’t done it really…Tosh used to claim she caught them by the morgue which I find incredibly morbid but…sounds like them.”
Night Terrors
Characters: Martha, Jack, Ianto, James, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James gets thoroughly checked out.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. 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: How Do You Live?
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Size Matters
“You want me to check him out like I did Owen?” Martha clarified as she bemoaned the lack of coffee. Where was Ianto?
She’d just arrived and Jack had cornered her about some new person he’d hired.
“Physical, mental, everything…” he’d answered and being Jack, she felt the need to say, “I’m not going to sleep with him.”
There was a chuckle so she continued, “And as I said before, I’m not fully qualified in mental issues, why do you insist on me trying?”
“If you had an employee hide their Cyberwoman girlfriend in the basement for too many months, then you’d understand,” was the curt reply. She hadn’t ever heard about this.
“Who?” she questioned, never one for suppressing her curiosity. He ignored her by walking over to Tosh’s station and pulling up security camera feeds.
“It shouldn’t have taken this long for Ianto to set-up the new recruit,” he muttered, looking for something. The video feeds were from inside the Hub itself.
“Maybe you’ve rubbed off on him,” Martha suggested with a smirk, “Maybe he’s simply welcoming him in properly.”
She was rewarded with a glare and Jack stated, “They’re outside.”
“Then, I’ll be in the medical bay,” she said and went to prepare for doing the physical. A short while later, Jack and Ianto entered with another tall man
“Dr. Martha Jones, meet James Norrington,” Jack introduced and she crossed over to him, but the new recruit got a surprised look on his face, saying, “Huzzah, a nigger!”
The slap had been so reflexive that she’d barely realized what she’d done by the time it was over and the offender was leaning against Jack.
“No one calls me that!” she spat, “Where are you from? The 19th century?”
“1724, actually,” Jack informed her.
“Seriously?” she asked, studying the man again. He did appear to be wearing one of Ianto’s suits which was odd. The stranger touched his cheek that had become quite red.
“Well, we aren’t called that anymore,” she amended since it wasn’t his fault that society had raised them to be arrogant pricks then, “only racist pigs use it.”
“What shall I call you then?” he asked in a softened manner.
“They call me Martha,” she explained, folding her arms, “but you can call me Doctor.”
There was a muffled laugh from Jack’s direction and James nodded.
“I’ll need you to remove your suitcoat,” she spoke, “This might go better without the audience.”
Jack and Ianto left although her patient watched them go with concern.
“I’m not going to bite if that’s what you think,” she told him, uncrossing her arms.
“I’m not sure what to think anymore,” he replied, stripping off his coat and looking very uncomfortable, “And you’re a real doctor?”
She nodded, taking out a fresh medical chart and pen.
“My time…where I come from…” he tried and frowned as though not being able to find the right words, “They were very restrictive of your gender and color, but I’m pleased to see that’s changed. Your work attire even includes trousers.”
The nervousness seemed sincere so that she wanted to believe him, but by now, especially with her work, she had become so jaded about people. There were very few that she trusted and that didn’t even include her parents part of the time.
“Full name?” she asked, clicking the pen.
“James Norrington” was the reply and she raised an eyebrow, “No, nothing in between.”
“And you were born?” she read off the form, wishing there were fewer questions.
“First of March in 1692,” James answered, thinking for a moment.
“Which would make you 316 years old except 1724…you’re 32 years of age?” she clarified, noticing he had aged well if that were the case. There was a nod before Martha continued, “Father’s name?”
“Admiral Lawrence Norrington,” he said with what couldn’t have been anything other than disdain. If he hadn’t tried to hide that, perhaps he was an honest individual and she wondered what his father had done. She wrote down the name and continued.
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“Anything we should be concerned about?” Jack questioned an hour later as the doctor walked out of the room.
“Aside from his needing a dentist appointment as soon as possible, nothing physical seems wrong with him. I’ll have to run the blood work to be sure,” Martha told him before sighing, “but I don’t think it’s really hit him yet…everyone he ever knew is dead. I know there were nights during that year that I cried.”
“Me too,” he agreed, trying not to think of everything he saw. The moment became too serious and there was something he wanted to know about anyway.
“Does he measure up to Torchwood standards?” he questioned, grinning. She tried to look indignant, but it couldn’t have been that unexpected.
“You’ve seen Owen’s and…”
“And I’ve definitely seen yours,” she interrupted with a snicker and seemed almost…tired of it. No, it couldn’t be that.
“Haven’t seen Ianto’s though,” she added with a smirk.
“Well, he’s…I’m not dissappointed,” he replied although undaunted, “Now tell me about James.”
“James is…well, he’s…” she spoke, not looking at him in the eyes as though he was pushing the limits of her ethics as a doctor except this was Torchwood and the two of them went too far back for that, “Despite how many times I’ve seen yours, I’d be hard pressed to say which one was bigger without a direct comparison…and no, I’m not suggesting that be done right now.”
Yep, she knew him too well and Ianto was rubbing off on him, too.
“Thank you,” Jack said, putting his hands together and leaving for Gwen’s station. He’d given her a project as well.
“Update, I need to know what you have so far,” he requested, leaning on the Formica. She scrunched her nose which was never a good sign.
“If he insists on keeping the name, there shouldn’t be a problem. Nobody close in age has the same name…”
“Then, what’s the problem?” he asked, not seeing what the face was for.
“It was his family. You told me to look into that as well and…” she swiveled in her chair to face him, “When he was born, there were four other Norringtons: a grandmother, his parents and an aunt who married a Dalton, producing two children. One of them became a pirate and the other died in childbirth years later. Within fifty years, both lines are gone. He has no family at all, Jack; not even a distant cousin or anything.”
“Well, it’s not as thought we could introduce them or explain what happened…” Jack reminded her before she interrupted.
“I just don’t…You saw my wedding, I’ve always had lots of cousins and friends around me all the time. I can’t imagine not having that…” she said, shaking her head, “your whole family just gone…It’s been bad enough with…”
“It happens,” he stated in a soft voice, standing up. He could see the realization dawning on her face. Her brown eyes grew very big.
“Oh, Jack, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…because…,” she apologized and looked like she was going to get to her feet, “I didn’t mean you.”
“Thanks for the work,” her boss commended and left before anything else could be said. He hadn’t been thinking of himself. It wasn’t that difficult to find him; down in the archives with what James was found in.
“Is something the matter?” Ianto asked, closing the door.
“Just thinking of you,” he replied and hated the suspicious look that crossed his lover’s face. Was he really that inattentive? Before another second passed, he pressed his lips to the other’s lips as he hands caressed Ianto’s cheeks.
“I have the stop watch in my pocket,” he suggested, a bit out of breath. Jack nodded at the idea which sounded perfect to him.
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“Where is Jack?” James questioned which elicited snickers from the women.
“Weevil hunting,” responded the woman with dark hair that he hadn’t met. Her fingers made strange movements as she said it and they continued to laugh.
“And what makes that so humorous?” he inquired because there was nothing pleasant about hunting dangerous creatures.
“Because what they’re really doing is shagging in the hothouse or the conference room or the archives…” Martha explained with a smile.
“Or his office or the garage or the loo or…my desk,” the other one added with a bit of a frown, “Not sure where they haven’t done it really…Tosh used to claim she caught them by the morgue which I find incredibly morbid but…sounds like them.”
Night Terrors
