Dread Feet
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Gwen, James, Martha, Jack, Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James go on his first date.
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!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: But What Became of Captain Jack Sparrow?
Dread Feet
There was a smirk on James’ face that Gwen wished he would have more often. Maybe now, he could. The waiter started towards them although he stopped for a moment to flirt with a young woman with blonde hair. After the platters were set in front of them, James looked back at the blonde and commented, “Everyone is so naked in this century.”
She had to resist laughing.
“Is that the most you’ve ever seen of a woman?” she asked and some color crept into his cheeks.
“No…” he replied, a bit fast but she believed him, “It’s just…”
“You have asked a girl out before…to talk and do an activity with?” Gwen questioned before cutting off a piece of her chicken entrée.
“Well, after I asked Elizabeth’s father permission for her hand, we were allowed to go on chaperoned picnics…” James explained and she wanted to shake her head, but she had a mouthful of rice and beans. With a quick chew and swallow, she spoke, “In this century, you can ask whoever you’d like to go on a date with them; like a dinner or a movie or something else the two of you might like.”
Best not even bring up the casual sex yet, she thought to herself.
“Simply by walking up and inquiring?”
There was a nod from her and he appeared to consider it.
“Or I could arrange a date with one of my single gals,” she offered but he made a grimace at that idea. If he was considering asking someone, who could it be? She went back to her Enchilada and wondered.
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James enjoyed the fish and chips. Chips were a marvelous thing especially with ketchup. He also liked this idea of speaking your mind openly, including asking a woman out without asking permission of her father first. The only problem was not talking himself out of it. Somehow, females tended to render him unable to speak except with practice or impulse. Kissing Elizabeth on the Flying Dutchman had been an impulse and he desired to act on impulse this time as well. Without a second thought, he walked right up and asked, “Forgive me if this seems too bold, but would you be free for a date tonight?”
“Oh, James, that’ so sweet, but…but I’m seeing someone. His name’s Tom…we worked together in UNIT, I’m sorry,” Martha answered and James stood with his mouth open. Gwen had said nothing about the other person being able to refuse you.
“So sorry,” he spoke and she shook her head, “You’ll find someone…what is it with the men in Torchwood? They all feel the need to ask me out.”
There was a forced laugh from her and he wanted to join, but couldn’t. Instead, he left for his desk. A few hours later, when it was close to time to go home, something was plopped on his desk.
“Baked Alaska?” he asked, reading the words off the container that was cold to the touch, “and who are Ben and Jerry? Are they together?”
“I heard what happened…I’m sorry, but this is what we do when we break up or someone turns us down. We eat ice cream,” Gwen explained, all ready to leave.
“Thanks,” he acknowledged and decided to go home himself where he watched more television. So much had changed. Some of the televised stories were more ridiculous than the most absurd of Shakespeare's plays.
“Now, don’t be mad,” Gwen told him the next morning, “but I got a date for you tonight. Carrie has a cousin, Habren, who’s also new in town and she told her that you’d meet her for dinner.”
She was grinning as thought this was a good thing, but James wasn’t sure. The only good things that came out of yesterday were the chips and ice cream and knowing that he hadn’t died in vain.
“But I’m unfamiliar with most foods and almost everything that is discussed between the rest of you, will she not question that? Does she know of Torchwood?” he questioned, voicing his concerns. Obviously, she had not thought of this from the pause that followed.
“Well, I’ll tell her that your parents were strict or something, like the ones in the Rambow movie,” she said, clearly not letting it go. He just had to remind himself that he’d faced death and Davy Jones, this couldn’t be that much worse so he nodded and asked, “Where am I to meet her?”
Hours passed as slow as possible as he read things in a sort of online book where he wrote terms in a box and it came up with articles. Martha showed him but he didn’t understand why Ianto had scoffed as she explained how he could do it.
“But if you were to need to me, I’d gladly stay…not a problem,” James said later that night, using an expression he’d heard used before.
“Nice try,” Jack spoke with an odd smile, “but Gwen told me about the date. We couldn’t let you miss that.”
Shit. He straightened his suit and took a deep breath.
“We’ll have it covered without you for the night. Ianto, why don’t you drop James off and then come back and find me,” he suggested, undoing the top buttons on his shirt.
“Of course,” the younger man agreed and there was a shared look so James had a feeling they were going to shag again. He sat in the passenger seat beside him as Ianto drove.
“Is it difficult to learn…driving?” James asked as they went along.
“No,” he answered with both hands gripped on the wheel, “my dad taught me when I was younger.”
There was a tone he recognized.
“He died?” the other questioned as they passed more construction. Ianto looked straight ahead as he replied, “Yeah, he died a few years ago.”
James wasn’t sure what to say, but he wondered about Ianto’s childhood. They came to a stop and he knew he would have to leave the vehicle.
“Should I have gotten her a gift?” he inquired, the thought suddenly coming to him.
“Not necessary…have fun,” said the young man with a small smile and James stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Tiger Tiger Cardiff,” he read aloud and walked inside. It was very loud and chaotic with signs toting their drink specials. Was there really a restaurant or just noise? However, there was a sign that directed him to a restaurant tucked away from the dancing and insanity. There was quiet here and he liked that. He glanced around at the young women, but they all appeared to be taken. A few minutes passed when a new woman appeared in the entrance. Red hair was done up with a few whisps trailing down her cheeks with a quite a bit of make-up and she appeared to be wearing a dress although there was so little fabric that he couldn’t be sure. It was very red. Surely, that wasn’t her.
“James? Is that you?” the woman asked in an excited tone that was far louder than he felt necessary, “I’m Habren.”
There was a moment of shock and then, he remembered his manners. Standing up, he pulled out the chair beside him and she accepted it. Her accent was Welsh like Gwen and Ianto.
“So, Carrie said you work for the government in some sort of Historical way, must be fun, yeah?” she asked and he noticed that she was chewing gum. He’d only been familiar with gum for a few days but already hated it. Not for the taste, because he hadn’t tried it but because it made people look like a cow.
“Yes, I suppose,” he answered as honest as he could. It was still a bit weird. First of all, he was used to being more of a leader than a follower. With a leader, there was always something to do. With a follower…not so much which he had thought was because he hadn’t learned enough of the modern machinery, but then Gwen and Ianto had taught him basketball and football. It could only mean that they had little to do as well. However, he did enjoy running after the Weevils and being more a part of the action, instead of overseeing it.
“And what is it that you do?” he questioned after the waitress took their drink orders.
“I’m not at the moment, got sacked at my last job so thought I’d try for a go at Cardiff,” she replied, strumming her fingers on the table so it showed off a metallic color on the nails.
“Not London?” he inquired because she seemed like the London type, just 300 years later. She rolled her blue eyes and answered, “London’s where I was.” James took up the menu and was relieved to see it had fish and chips.
Fully Clothed Coitus
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Gwen, James, Martha, Jack, Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James go on his first date.
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!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: But What Became of Captain Jack Sparrow?
Dread Feet
There was a smirk on James’ face that Gwen wished he would have more often. Maybe now, he could. The waiter started towards them although he stopped for a moment to flirt with a young woman with blonde hair. After the platters were set in front of them, James looked back at the blonde and commented, “Everyone is so naked in this century.”
She had to resist laughing.
“Is that the most you’ve ever seen of a woman?” she asked and some color crept into his cheeks.
“No…” he replied, a bit fast but she believed him, “It’s just…”
“You have asked a girl out before…to talk and do an activity with?” Gwen questioned before cutting off a piece of her chicken entrée.
“Well, after I asked Elizabeth’s father permission for her hand, we were allowed to go on chaperoned picnics…” James explained and she wanted to shake her head, but she had a mouthful of rice and beans. With a quick chew and swallow, she spoke, “In this century, you can ask whoever you’d like to go on a date with them; like a dinner or a movie or something else the two of you might like.”
Best not even bring up the casual sex yet, she thought to herself.
“Simply by walking up and inquiring?”
There was a nod from her and he appeared to consider it.
“Or I could arrange a date with one of my single gals,” she offered but he made a grimace at that idea. If he was considering asking someone, who could it be? She went back to her Enchilada and wondered.
************************************************
James enjoyed the fish and chips. Chips were a marvelous thing especially with ketchup. He also liked this idea of speaking your mind openly, including asking a woman out without asking permission of her father first. The only problem was not talking himself out of it. Somehow, females tended to render him unable to speak except with practice or impulse. Kissing Elizabeth on the Flying Dutchman had been an impulse and he desired to act on impulse this time as well. Without a second thought, he walked right up and asked, “Forgive me if this seems too bold, but would you be free for a date tonight?”
“Oh, James, that’ so sweet, but…but I’m seeing someone. His name’s Tom…we worked together in UNIT, I’m sorry,” Martha answered and James stood with his mouth open. Gwen had said nothing about the other person being able to refuse you.
“So sorry,” he spoke and she shook her head, “You’ll find someone…what is it with the men in Torchwood? They all feel the need to ask me out.”
There was a forced laugh from her and he wanted to join, but couldn’t. Instead, he left for his desk. A few hours later, when it was close to time to go home, something was plopped on his desk.
“Baked Alaska?” he asked, reading the words off the container that was cold to the touch, “and who are Ben and Jerry? Are they together?”
“I heard what happened…I’m sorry, but this is what we do when we break up or someone turns us down. We eat ice cream,” Gwen explained, all ready to leave.
“Thanks,” he acknowledged and decided to go home himself where he watched more television. So much had changed. Some of the televised stories were more ridiculous than the most absurd of Shakespeare's plays.
“Now, don’t be mad,” Gwen told him the next morning, “but I got a date for you tonight. Carrie has a cousin, Habren, who’s also new in town and she told her that you’d meet her for dinner.”
She was grinning as thought this was a good thing, but James wasn’t sure. The only good things that came out of yesterday were the chips and ice cream and knowing that he hadn’t died in vain.
“But I’m unfamiliar with most foods and almost everything that is discussed between the rest of you, will she not question that? Does she know of Torchwood?” he questioned, voicing his concerns. Obviously, she had not thought of this from the pause that followed.
“Well, I’ll tell her that your parents were strict or something, like the ones in the Rambow movie,” she said, clearly not letting it go. He just had to remind himself that he’d faced death and Davy Jones, this couldn’t be that much worse so he nodded and asked, “Where am I to meet her?”
Hours passed as slow as possible as he read things in a sort of online book where he wrote terms in a box and it came up with articles. Martha showed him but he didn’t understand why Ianto had scoffed as she explained how he could do it.
“But if you were to need to me, I’d gladly stay…not a problem,” James said later that night, using an expression he’d heard used before.
“Nice try,” Jack spoke with an odd smile, “but Gwen told me about the date. We couldn’t let you miss that.”
Shit. He straightened his suit and took a deep breath.
“We’ll have it covered without you for the night. Ianto, why don’t you drop James off and then come back and find me,” he suggested, undoing the top buttons on his shirt.
“Of course,” the younger man agreed and there was a shared look so James had a feeling they were going to shag again. He sat in the passenger seat beside him as Ianto drove.
“Is it difficult to learn…driving?” James asked as they went along.
“No,” he answered with both hands gripped on the wheel, “my dad taught me when I was younger.”
There was a tone he recognized.
“He died?” the other questioned as they passed more construction. Ianto looked straight ahead as he replied, “Yeah, he died a few years ago.”
James wasn’t sure what to say, but he wondered about Ianto’s childhood. They came to a stop and he knew he would have to leave the vehicle.
“Should I have gotten her a gift?” he inquired, the thought suddenly coming to him.
“Not necessary…have fun,” said the young man with a small smile and James stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Tiger Tiger Cardiff,” he read aloud and walked inside. It was very loud and chaotic with signs toting their drink specials. Was there really a restaurant or just noise? However, there was a sign that directed him to a restaurant tucked away from the dancing and insanity. There was quiet here and he liked that. He glanced around at the young women, but they all appeared to be taken. A few minutes passed when a new woman appeared in the entrance. Red hair was done up with a few whisps trailing down her cheeks with a quite a bit of make-up and she appeared to be wearing a dress although there was so little fabric that he couldn’t be sure. It was very red. Surely, that wasn’t her.
“James? Is that you?” the woman asked in an excited tone that was far louder than he felt necessary, “I’m Habren.”
There was a moment of shock and then, he remembered his manners. Standing up, he pulled out the chair beside him and she accepted it. Her accent was Welsh like Gwen and Ianto.
“So, Carrie said you work for the government in some sort of Historical way, must be fun, yeah?” she asked and he noticed that she was chewing gum. He’d only been familiar with gum for a few days but already hated it. Not for the taste, because he hadn’t tried it but because it made people look like a cow.
“Yes, I suppose,” he answered as honest as he could. It was still a bit weird. First of all, he was used to being more of a leader than a follower. With a leader, there was always something to do. With a follower…not so much which he had thought was because he hadn’t learned enough of the modern machinery, but then Gwen and Ianto had taught him basketball and football. It could only mean that they had little to do as well. However, he did enjoy running after the Weevils and being more a part of the action, instead of overseeing it.
“And what is it that you do?” he questioned after the waitress took their drink orders.
“I’m not at the moment, got sacked at my last job so thought I’d try for a go at Cardiff,” she replied, strumming her fingers on the table so it showed off a metallic color on the nails.
“Not London?” he inquired because she seemed like the London type, just 300 years later. She rolled her blue eyes and answered, “London’s where I was.” James took up the menu and was relieved to see it had fish and chips.
Fully Clothed Coitus
