Mica- May 13th, 2016
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Mica, Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica finds more than she was expecting in Cardiff.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: August 14th, 2015
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
May 13th, 2016
Mica knocked on the white door and waited for an answer.
Once it opened, she exclaimed, “Uncle Jack!”
His smile faded as he looked at her and he guessed, “I lost time again, didn’t I?”
Mica had forgotten how clear that would be. Since August, she’d had to start wearing a proper bra.
“You’re a time traveler then?” she asked, stepping inside so he could shut the door.
“I suppose I am,” he agreed and she decided not to comment on the baby vomit on his right shoulder. Now, she had an explanation for him being in both world wars instead of his being immortal.
“You’re not going to suddenly disappear and reappear somewhere else naked?” Mica questioned as she studied the spacious living room.
“No, not anymore,” the other spoke with a small touch of sadness before adding, “Ianto read that book.” It sounded like he’d read it, too.
The cry of an unhappy baby filled the space.
“He’s not used to me being away from him like this,” Jack explained and she followed him to the kitchen, “Iefan, here I am!”
His son stopped crying yet it was replaced with wide blue eyes staring at her.
“This is Mica, you met her once,” he tried to explain as the baby turned his head to Jack, “She’s nice, you’ll see.”
There were implements all over the room and she finally recognized a piece of plastic from when she babysat a neighbor’s kid last year. He was babyproofing the room which meant he was staying. A small smile almost appeared on her face. However, she couldn’t let what he said earlier go.
“I thought that book was chik lit,” she said while Iefan took his eyes off her long enough to grab a rattle.
“Well, what do you like to read?” he asked her back and picked up a cordless drill off the counter.
“Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants…”
“Magical underwear?” Jack questioned, but she noticed how the joke didn’t reach his blue eyes that still remained serious.
“No, it’s a pair of jeans. It’s an American book,” she explained and sat next to the baby.
“Oh,” he said with mock disappointment, drilled a hole and inquired, “So, why do you like it?”
Iefan raised the hand not holding the rattle and grasped at the air in the direction of the drill. From the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, it wasn’t obvious whether he wanted Jack or the drill making noise.
“I don’t know,” she answered with a shrug except that from his stare, his bull-shit detector appeared to be as good as her mum’s, “I guess it’s an escape. They all have problems, but by the end, their problems don’t seem so bad because they have each other.”
He nodded and drilled another hole. Then, he turned to her, asking, “What about your dad? What does he read?”
The baby lay down on his stomach.
“He doesn’t usually read,” she replied as Iefan rolled over and stopped beside her so he rested against her thigh, “If he does, it’s the newspaper or one of David’s comics.”
Jack set down the tool and after a pause, started, “So, a nice story where everything turns out in the end or one with mutants, villains threatening earth and the occasional alien? Now, if you spent your day; cleaning alien entrails off an SUV, feeding a pterodactyl and orchestrating a car crash to cover up a murder by an alien while averting a global apocalypse, which would be more of an escape?”
Did he just admit what it sounded like he admitted? Not only did her uncle work for Torchwood and save the world, but he was involved in cover-ups? She didn’t even realize her mouth was hanging open until he was speaking again.
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t at least suspect something. You were surprised to find me at the door which means you just wanted to see his house. You were at his grave alone, there are only a few reasons why someone would do that,” Jack pointed, resting his arms against the countertop, “Plus, you’re your mother’s daughter; that was clear when you were only six and already asking questions. I told your mum a lot of it, but she sorted out a fair bit on her own so it would be both surprising and disappointing if you didn’t, too.”
His words held a trace of that man she’d read so much about; that had run a secret agency for nearly ten years, but even more shocking was how well he appeared to know her except for guessing that she was like her mum. They were nothing alike. She lowered a tentative hand, expecting the baby to cry. When he didn’t, his father commented, “You can pick him up, he won’t bite and if he does, he doesn’t have teeth yet.”
Mica took the baby onto her lap and grabbing the rattle that had fallen to the floor.
“You miss your rattle?” she asked, shaking the object that looked a bit like a jaguar.
“Ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra,” Iefan replied and shrieked with happiness.
“What did I ask you when I was six?” Mica questioned and looked back at her uncle whose arms were crossed.
“When you were six, Ianto wanted to take you to McDonalds and a movie. Your mum said he could do it on Saturday, but he died on Thursday. He mentioned it on the way to London and then, your mum mentioned it later. She felt bad about not letting you go so I took you to the cinema and McDonalds where you told me all about how cool the guinea pigs were for getting to save the world,” he said, not taking his eyes off the baby, “You just thought they were awesome which I found amusing and then, it was sad. You wanted to know why and there was no way I could tell a six year old so I said you had to be older first.”
It all seemed familiar yet it felt like it must have happened to someone else.
“Am I old enough then? I’m thirteen today” Mica spoke and then balanced the small boy on his feet, “Tell him, Iefan. Tell him I’m old enough.”
He bounced on her legs, enjoying the new sensation and squealed at his name being said. Then, she pulled him into a seating position on her lap as she wondered what Jack would say, but he had already alluded to so much earlier.
The man stood across from her and leaned down into a sitting position.
“Because your uncle Ianto did things that were amazing, so much more amazing than those little rodents. He faced Daleks and Cybermen that killed everyone he’d worked with and he lived. He tracked down a Pterodactyl. He would stand up for me when no one else would. He actually…he head-butted a cannibal to protect a co-worker and they beat him to pieces over it…” he paused and seemed to be looking at his son for support before continuing, “Then, he shot another co-worker trying to save Cardiff, in the shoulder. He wasn’t trying to kill him. He stood by me so many times…I don’t think I could have ever repaid it.”
She sat engrossed in every word, playing with the blonde locks on the baby’s head without realizing it, including the strands at the nape of the neck that were beginning to curl. However, Jack appeared as though he’d cry and she didn’t think she was ready to see that. Mica handed him Iefan and he tried to form a smile for him.
“Ianto chased after Yeti in the Himalaya, ghosts in Switzerland and missing people in Mumbai. He rescued another co-worker’s wedding or it would have been ruined…You’ve met her at least once, Gwen,” he spoke and she nodded; that was Mrs. Williams, “He was even her DJ. He saved a boy from death. He helped to tow the Earth back into proper orbit and I can’t tell you how many times he helped save the world. It would happen so often that you can’t help losing track.”
Iefan grabbed his foot and was able to bring it to his mouth, sucking on the toes.
“Wow,” she uttered and tried to think of something more articulate, but nothing came, “Wow.”
“Yep,” he agreed and looked around, “I don’t have anything else to give you.”
“No…no, that was good,” Mica tried to assure him although her voice was still shocked because…because, well, holy shit.
May 13th, 2016, Part Two
Characters: Mica, Jack Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica finds more than she was expecting in Cardiff.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: August 14th, 2015
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
May 13th, 2016
Mica knocked on the white door and waited for an answer.
Once it opened, she exclaimed, “Uncle Jack!”
His smile faded as he looked at her and he guessed, “I lost time again, didn’t I?”
Mica had forgotten how clear that would be. Since August, she’d had to start wearing a proper bra.
“You’re a time traveler then?” she asked, stepping inside so he could shut the door.
“I suppose I am,” he agreed and she decided not to comment on the baby vomit on his right shoulder. Now, she had an explanation for him being in both world wars instead of his being immortal.
“You’re not going to suddenly disappear and reappear somewhere else naked?” Mica questioned as she studied the spacious living room.
“No, not anymore,” the other spoke with a small touch of sadness before adding, “Ianto read that book.” It sounded like he’d read it, too.
The cry of an unhappy baby filled the space.
“He’s not used to me being away from him like this,” Jack explained and she followed him to the kitchen, “Iefan, here I am!”
His son stopped crying yet it was replaced with wide blue eyes staring at her.
“This is Mica, you met her once,” he tried to explain as the baby turned his head to Jack, “She’s nice, you’ll see.”
There were implements all over the room and she finally recognized a piece of plastic from when she babysat a neighbor’s kid last year. He was babyproofing the room which meant he was staying. A small smile almost appeared on her face. However, she couldn’t let what he said earlier go.
“I thought that book was chik lit,” she said while Iefan took his eyes off her long enough to grab a rattle.
“Well, what do you like to read?” he asked her back and picked up a cordless drill off the counter.
“Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants…”
“Magical underwear?” Jack questioned, but she noticed how the joke didn’t reach his blue eyes that still remained serious.
“No, it’s a pair of jeans. It’s an American book,” she explained and sat next to the baby.
“Oh,” he said with mock disappointment, drilled a hole and inquired, “So, why do you like it?”
Iefan raised the hand not holding the rattle and grasped at the air in the direction of the drill. From the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, it wasn’t obvious whether he wanted Jack or the drill making noise.
“I don’t know,” she answered with a shrug except that from his stare, his bull-shit detector appeared to be as good as her mum’s, “I guess it’s an escape. They all have problems, but by the end, their problems don’t seem so bad because they have each other.”
He nodded and drilled another hole. Then, he turned to her, asking, “What about your dad? What does he read?”
The baby lay down on his stomach.
“He doesn’t usually read,” she replied as Iefan rolled over and stopped beside her so he rested against her thigh, “If he does, it’s the newspaper or one of David’s comics.”
Jack set down the tool and after a pause, started, “So, a nice story where everything turns out in the end or one with mutants, villains threatening earth and the occasional alien? Now, if you spent your day; cleaning alien entrails off an SUV, feeding a pterodactyl and orchestrating a car crash to cover up a murder by an alien while averting a global apocalypse, which would be more of an escape?”
Did he just admit what it sounded like he admitted? Not only did her uncle work for Torchwood and save the world, but he was involved in cover-ups? She didn’t even realize her mouth was hanging open until he was speaking again.
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t at least suspect something. You were surprised to find me at the door which means you just wanted to see his house. You were at his grave alone, there are only a few reasons why someone would do that,” Jack pointed, resting his arms against the countertop, “Plus, you’re your mother’s daughter; that was clear when you were only six and already asking questions. I told your mum a lot of it, but she sorted out a fair bit on her own so it would be both surprising and disappointing if you didn’t, too.”
His words held a trace of that man she’d read so much about; that had run a secret agency for nearly ten years, but even more shocking was how well he appeared to know her except for guessing that she was like her mum. They were nothing alike. She lowered a tentative hand, expecting the baby to cry. When he didn’t, his father commented, “You can pick him up, he won’t bite and if he does, he doesn’t have teeth yet.”
Mica took the baby onto her lap and grabbing the rattle that had fallen to the floor.
“You miss your rattle?” she asked, shaking the object that looked a bit like a jaguar.
“Ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra,” Iefan replied and shrieked with happiness.
“What did I ask you when I was six?” Mica questioned and looked back at her uncle whose arms were crossed.
“When you were six, Ianto wanted to take you to McDonalds and a movie. Your mum said he could do it on Saturday, but he died on Thursday. He mentioned it on the way to London and then, your mum mentioned it later. She felt bad about not letting you go so I took you to the cinema and McDonalds where you told me all about how cool the guinea pigs were for getting to save the world,” he said, not taking his eyes off the baby, “You just thought they were awesome which I found amusing and then, it was sad. You wanted to know why and there was no way I could tell a six year old so I said you had to be older first.”
It all seemed familiar yet it felt like it must have happened to someone else.
“Am I old enough then? I’m thirteen today” Mica spoke and then balanced the small boy on his feet, “Tell him, Iefan. Tell him I’m old enough.”
He bounced on her legs, enjoying the new sensation and squealed at his name being said. Then, she pulled him into a seating position on her lap as she wondered what Jack would say, but he had already alluded to so much earlier.
The man stood across from her and leaned down into a sitting position.
“Because your uncle Ianto did things that were amazing, so much more amazing than those little rodents. He faced Daleks and Cybermen that killed everyone he’d worked with and he lived. He tracked down a Pterodactyl. He would stand up for me when no one else would. He actually…he head-butted a cannibal to protect a co-worker and they beat him to pieces over it…” he paused and seemed to be looking at his son for support before continuing, “Then, he shot another co-worker trying to save Cardiff, in the shoulder. He wasn’t trying to kill him. He stood by me so many times…I don’t think I could have ever repaid it.”
She sat engrossed in every word, playing with the blonde locks on the baby’s head without realizing it, including the strands at the nape of the neck that were beginning to curl. However, Jack appeared as though he’d cry and she didn’t think she was ready to see that. Mica handed him Iefan and he tried to form a smile for him.
“Ianto chased after Yeti in the Himalaya, ghosts in Switzerland and missing people in Mumbai. He rescued another co-worker’s wedding or it would have been ruined…You’ve met her at least once, Gwen,” he spoke and she nodded; that was Mrs. Williams, “He was even her DJ. He saved a boy from death. He helped to tow the Earth back into proper orbit and I can’t tell you how many times he helped save the world. It would happen so often that you can’t help losing track.”
Iefan grabbed his foot and was able to bring it to his mouth, sucking on the toes.
“Wow,” she uttered and tried to think of something more articulate, but nothing came, “Wow.”
“Yep,” he agreed and looked around, “I don’t have anything else to give you.”
“No…no, that was good,” Mica tried to assure him although her voice was still shocked because…because, well, holy shit.
May 13th, 2016, Part Two
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Date: 2010-01-13 07:42 pm (UTC)Another brilliant chapter! :)
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:47 am (UTC)Thank You
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Date: 2010-01-15 06:57 am (UTC)And i love 'The Time Travelers Wife' and 'Sisterhood of the travelling pants'!
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:51 am (UTC)I've never read The Time Traveler's Wife but I've read all four books for Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and seen both films...LOVE them.
Thank You
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Date: 2010-01-15 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 03:58 am (UTC)However, I don't think that would ever cross a 13 year old's mind that their uncle could give birth to a baby no matter how well-read or smart she is...
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Date: 2010-01-15 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 04:03 am (UTC)No, I agree that Mica is too young for that sort of thing.
Thank You!
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Date: 2010-01-15 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 04:05 am (UTC)Thank you, I was worried about how I was writing Mica since there have been a couple of other authors who've done Mica slightly older like this and they've done a terrific job.
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Date: 2010-01-16 05:15 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-01-22 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:47 am (UTC)Thanks