Jack- October 29th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack,Rhi, David Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack does some investigating and sees his previous haunts in London.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: October 22nd, 2009, Part Four
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 29th, 2009
“Allo?” asked a man and Jack's heart sank even though he shouldn’t have just gotten his hopes up.
“Did you just call from this phone? Did you see a woman call from this phone?” he questioned into the mobile.
“Je ne parle pas anglais,” the man answered which Jack could understand, but understood it better than he could speak it.
“Merci,” said the former time agent and hung up.
His daughter was also possibly in France. Should he go after her or leave her alone? Then, he looked around and realized what he could do. France had security cameras, like Britain. If it was her, then he could find proof. Not wanting to use his mobile or something that France or Britain could trace him with; his opportunity didn’t arise until Sunday.
Jack was sitting inside a café when an American businessman entered with his briefcase and laptop. He watched as he sat down and proceeded to look up his stocks and email on the machine. Even from the distance of a metre or two, the former leader of Torchwood could make out the brand of car from the keys and he checked to see if it was visible from where the man was sitting. It wasn’t. Taking note of the bikini-clad model on the wallpaper and the keys laid down on the right side of the laptop, he walked over.
“A fellow American! Boy, that’s nice to see, tourist though?” Jack asked and the other man was flustered, looking him over.
“No, business, and you’re a…professor?” he questioned and the former time agent tried not to smile at the assumption. He’d given up on shaving for the moment since his hair was growing faster than that of an Eastern-European.
“Yeah,” he replied and leaned in close, “Did you see the waitress over there with the tight shirt?”
The businessman turned his head in immediate reaction as Jack took his keys.
“She’s nice,” the younger man agreed and the former leader of Torchwood told him to have a good day before going to his own seat. After a few minutes, he hit the panic button and the car alarm went off. In a panic, the American left the laptop and briefcase at the table before going to investigate. Jack set the keys where he had stolen them from and opened a new tab on the internet browser. He broke into French security and accessed their camera archives. It took no time at all to find the intersection he wanted for the right time and day and there she was; Alice with a large pink woolen cap to hide her hair and glasses that she raised for one instant to look directly at the camera when she had hung up. Alice was okay; not great, but she’d wanted him to know she was okay. He sent a screencap to his email before remembering that Gwen was checking it. Still, he had no time for that as he finished erasing his tracks just as the owner walked in. The alarm was still blaring.
“There they are!” the businessman declared and picked up the keys. Jack was already on his way to the loo.
It was time to go back especially since he was almost in his third trimester already. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be flying that close to the birth. The website even said that most babies even survive being born at this point, but without a c-section, there’d be no way for his baby to come out even if it wanted. Jack bought a train ticket for London and boarded although the scenery was better in the air. It was too enclosed in the Chunnel. He closed his eyes and tried not to remember being buried either in earth or concrete. When he arrived in London, he had an itinerary. This may be the last time he found himself in London for a long time or at least alone in London. First, he stopped at Albion Hospital and walked the corridors he had once passed with Rose and the Doctor. He’d met both of them nearby before he couldn’t stay dead. No one questioned his being there and he stopped in front of the nursery. All those tiny infants lying in their little beds; the one closest to him made his hands into fists and looked at him with blue eyes. At least, it seemed like he was looking at him.
“And I’m going to have one of those in a few short months,” he whispered in awe. The rail yard where the Chula ship had crashed was now a large business building. Jack traveled to the building that had housed Torchwood One. It was rebuilt and containing new companies in its offices. There was no physical sign of what it used to be or what had happened there.
“This is where you daddy worked before we met. He might have seen me before though when I had to come here, I never asked,” he admitted and felt bad for never asking the obvious, “If I saw him, I never would have noticed. They were all the same here and that’s the way they liked it; cogs in a machine.” The air was chilly which was normal for the fifth of November. However, there was something else in the air, like screaming. An emotional footprint was stamped in time. He walked until there was only one place left. On the corner where the streets of Page and Thorney met, he stood and counted windows until he reached the thirteen floor of the edifice across the road.
“That’s where your daddy died; right on the thirteenth floor,” he uttered and kept his hands in his coat pockets so they could rest on his bump, “We were so cocky. We thought we could just walk in there and fix everything…but we were wrong, he died.”
For a minute or two, he stared at Thames House as though there should be some sign of what happened. There was uneasiness, but nothing like at Torchwood One. Finally, Jack spoke, “let’s go home.”
Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d ridden the train from London to Cardiff. He ended up sleeping through most of it except for when a particular powerful firework would explode.
“Remember, remember the fifth of November,” he whispered although that wasn’t his problem. It was the fourth and fifth of June that he could never forget. After taking out his key, he opened the door of the little house in Cardiff. It was so quiet, so empty yet he felt like he could hear the echoes of laughter within; Ianto laughing at Paul O’Grady on the telly and Jack chuckling at something the young man had quipped. As soon as he could, he stripped off his clothes, letting them fall where they may and drew himself a nice hot bath.
He caught his appearance in the mirror and studied it. The time spent in Paris with room service and the best restaurants surrounding him was showing on his figure. His weight was only a little more than he knew it to be in June prior to everything happening, but his face was starting to fatten like it did on a pregnant person. With his trousers, belt and coat on, his belly was still small enough to be disguised despite being twenty-five weeks along. However, when he was naked, it looked so obvious to him. He made a mental note to shave before going out in public here.
The next day, he showed up in Newport at a little before tea time. David answered the door and stared at him with those blue eyes like he could see right through him. Jack crossed his arms just in case.
“So, are you going to give us a tenner then?” the boy asked, “That’s what my uncle’d do after he hadn’t shown up in forever.”
His tone chilled the man to the bone. He hadn’t been expecting this from him and he reached for his wallet, taking out a ten. The smaller fingers snatched it as his mum arrived.
“Jack, we weren’t expecting you,” said Rhi when she walked up to the threshold.
“I should have called,” he conceded yet he hadn’t because he didn’t want a conversation like this one over the phone. The ten year old took off for upstairs.
“It’s alright,” she claimed in a way he couldn’t believe, “Come in, tell us about your travels then…”
November 6th, 2009
Characters: Jack,Rhi, David Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack does some investigating and sees his previous haunts in London.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: October 22nd, 2009, Part Four
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
October 29th, 2009
“Allo?” asked a man and Jack's heart sank even though he shouldn’t have just gotten his hopes up.
“Did you just call from this phone? Did you see a woman call from this phone?” he questioned into the mobile.
“Je ne parle pas anglais,” the man answered which Jack could understand, but understood it better than he could speak it.
“Merci,” said the former time agent and hung up.
His daughter was also possibly in France. Should he go after her or leave her alone? Then, he looked around and realized what he could do. France had security cameras, like Britain. If it was her, then he could find proof. Not wanting to use his mobile or something that France or Britain could trace him with; his opportunity didn’t arise until Sunday.
Jack was sitting inside a café when an American businessman entered with his briefcase and laptop. He watched as he sat down and proceeded to look up his stocks and email on the machine. Even from the distance of a metre or two, the former leader of Torchwood could make out the brand of car from the keys and he checked to see if it was visible from where the man was sitting. It wasn’t. Taking note of the bikini-clad model on the wallpaper and the keys laid down on the right side of the laptop, he walked over.
“A fellow American! Boy, that’s nice to see, tourist though?” Jack asked and the other man was flustered, looking him over.
“No, business, and you’re a…professor?” he questioned and the former time agent tried not to smile at the assumption. He’d given up on shaving for the moment since his hair was growing faster than that of an Eastern-European.
“Yeah,” he replied and leaned in close, “Did you see the waitress over there with the tight shirt?”
The businessman turned his head in immediate reaction as Jack took his keys.
“She’s nice,” the younger man agreed and the former leader of Torchwood told him to have a good day before going to his own seat. After a few minutes, he hit the panic button and the car alarm went off. In a panic, the American left the laptop and briefcase at the table before going to investigate. Jack set the keys where he had stolen them from and opened a new tab on the internet browser. He broke into French security and accessed their camera archives. It took no time at all to find the intersection he wanted for the right time and day and there she was; Alice with a large pink woolen cap to hide her hair and glasses that she raised for one instant to look directly at the camera when she had hung up. Alice was okay; not great, but she’d wanted him to know she was okay. He sent a screencap to his email before remembering that Gwen was checking it. Still, he had no time for that as he finished erasing his tracks just as the owner walked in. The alarm was still blaring.
“There they are!” the businessman declared and picked up the keys. Jack was already on his way to the loo.
It was time to go back especially since he was almost in his third trimester already. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be flying that close to the birth. The website even said that most babies even survive being born at this point, but without a c-section, there’d be no way for his baby to come out even if it wanted. Jack bought a train ticket for London and boarded although the scenery was better in the air. It was too enclosed in the Chunnel. He closed his eyes and tried not to remember being buried either in earth or concrete. When he arrived in London, he had an itinerary. This may be the last time he found himself in London for a long time or at least alone in London. First, he stopped at Albion Hospital and walked the corridors he had once passed with Rose and the Doctor. He’d met both of them nearby before he couldn’t stay dead. No one questioned his being there and he stopped in front of the nursery. All those tiny infants lying in their little beds; the one closest to him made his hands into fists and looked at him with blue eyes. At least, it seemed like he was looking at him.
“And I’m going to have one of those in a few short months,” he whispered in awe. The rail yard where the Chula ship had crashed was now a large business building. Jack traveled to the building that had housed Torchwood One. It was rebuilt and containing new companies in its offices. There was no physical sign of what it used to be or what had happened there.
“This is where you daddy worked before we met. He might have seen me before though when I had to come here, I never asked,” he admitted and felt bad for never asking the obvious, “If I saw him, I never would have noticed. They were all the same here and that’s the way they liked it; cogs in a machine.” The air was chilly which was normal for the fifth of November. However, there was something else in the air, like screaming. An emotional footprint was stamped in time. He walked until there was only one place left. On the corner where the streets of Page and Thorney met, he stood and counted windows until he reached the thirteen floor of the edifice across the road.
“That’s where your daddy died; right on the thirteenth floor,” he uttered and kept his hands in his coat pockets so they could rest on his bump, “We were so cocky. We thought we could just walk in there and fix everything…but we were wrong, he died.”
For a minute or two, he stared at Thames House as though there should be some sign of what happened. There was uneasiness, but nothing like at Torchwood One. Finally, Jack spoke, “let’s go home.”
Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d ridden the train from London to Cardiff. He ended up sleeping through most of it except for when a particular powerful firework would explode.
“Remember, remember the fifth of November,” he whispered although that wasn’t his problem. It was the fourth and fifth of June that he could never forget. After taking out his key, he opened the door of the little house in Cardiff. It was so quiet, so empty yet he felt like he could hear the echoes of laughter within; Ianto laughing at Paul O’Grady on the telly and Jack chuckling at something the young man had quipped. As soon as he could, he stripped off his clothes, letting them fall where they may and drew himself a nice hot bath.
He caught his appearance in the mirror and studied it. The time spent in Paris with room service and the best restaurants surrounding him was showing on his figure. His weight was only a little more than he knew it to be in June prior to everything happening, but his face was starting to fatten like it did on a pregnant person. With his trousers, belt and coat on, his belly was still small enough to be disguised despite being twenty-five weeks along. However, when he was naked, it looked so obvious to him. He made a mental note to shave before going out in public here.
The next day, he showed up in Newport at a little before tea time. David answered the door and stared at him with those blue eyes like he could see right through him. Jack crossed his arms just in case.
“So, are you going to give us a tenner then?” the boy asked, “That’s what my uncle’d do after he hadn’t shown up in forever.”
His tone chilled the man to the bone. He hadn’t been expecting this from him and he reached for his wallet, taking out a ten. The smaller fingers snatched it as his mum arrived.
“Jack, we weren’t expecting you,” said Rhi when she walked up to the threshold.
“I should have called,” he conceded yet he hadn’t because he didn’t want a conversation like this one over the phone. The ten year old took off for upstairs.
“It’s alright,” she claimed in a way he couldn’t believe, “Come in, tell us about your travels then…”
November 6th, 2009
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Date: 2009-12-06 02:14 pm (UTC)It's not that David's a brat. He's just been hurt before and they all still have issues dealing with Ianto's death.
Yes, Jack does need family support, but you'll have to see how that happens.
Thank You!!!