Mica- March 20th, 2017
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Mica, Rhi, David, Gwen, Jack, Ianto Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica, her mum, Gwen and Jack watch the last footage of Ianto.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
September 15th, 2010 or March 12th, 2017, Part Three
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
March 20th, 2017
Mica sat on the floor, making her way through the flood. She took her assault rifle that was out of ammo and slammed it against the alien’s head so that it fell to the ground. Another advanced and she changed weapons. When she was little, she liked to play Tony Hawk, but she was older now. She liked playing this way where it was just wave after wave of aliens. It was relaxing after a frustrating day at school and what would certainly be a trying night to come.
“You don’t have to go with me tonight,” said her mum and she paused the game, “I’m not even sure I’m going to go and you’re not even fourteen yet.”
Her mum was going to go whether she felt she had her mind made up or not. Mica knew her too well and knew that she’d need someone afterwards.
“No, I want to go. I want to see him,” she told her and was acknowledged with a nod. The woman rubbed her right elbow without realizing it and spoke, “Then, get ready. If we're going, he’s expecting us in half an hour.”
It was odd having an uncle again and with a cousin on top of that. They were over several times a week and their house had started attracting baby items. Her mum claimed they were left behind. Mica couldn’t remember ever seeing her this happy before. She turned the game machine off and put on her coat. The ride to Cardiff was silent. There really wasn’t anything to say since they were on their way to see a snuff film starring her uncle. Then, her mobile rang. She looked at the name and answered it, “David, are you coming after all?”
“No, but you were going to call me again to get me to,” he replied and she rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see them.
“But why aren’t you coming? I don’t understand,” she complained as they drew closer.
“Of course you don’t,” he said in that tone when he felt she was too young to understand, “You don’t remember him, but I do. I remember once when he came with his girlfriend and you threw up on her. I remember the time when we still had Thumper and he got loose when you insisted Uncle Ianto hold him. He chased that rabbit through the whole house and never once did he even take off his coat,” he spoke and there was a moment of silence before the next part, “and I…I remember that last time when I looked out my window and dad and Uncle Ianto were yelling at the people who nicked his car so mum had to drive him back to Cardiff. That’s how I want to remember him. I want to remember the man who spent an hour running after our stupid rabbit, not how he died. You say your goodbyes or have your closure or whatever. I had it that day when we put his headstone up and the five of us went to dinner together.”
“Are you sure?” Mica asked because he sounded a bit upset to not be coming. It was producing a groan from the other end and she heard Emyr’s voice saying something in Welsh.
“When you’re thirteen, twenty-five feels like an eternity away, but now that I’m eighteen, it’s only seven years away. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough time to do everything. I never realized before how young he really was,” David said, “but at the same time, he’d done so much. He’d found his passions, his destinies in career and Uncle Jack and he saved the world a shitload of times. How many twenty-five year olds can say that? I doubt I will. Teaching might not even be what I’m suited for. I don’t rightly know; I could be shit at it.”
“You’ll be fabulous, you will,” she told him and heard Emyr saying the same thing.
“I have a lot of studying, we’ll be up Friday for mum’s birthday,” he replied, “Bye, Mica.”
He was gone before she could do the same. They turned on Jack’s road. Two vehicles were already parked out front: the black Roadster that was Jack’s and a red Audi she wasn’t familiar with. Her mum turned the engine off, sighed and got out. Gwen stood outside; waiting for them with Iefan in her arms.
“Look, Iefan, look who showed up!” she spoke in a high pitched tone that Mica had never heard before. It must have been her Audi.
“Wamaba,” said the baby and shook the purple creature.
“Nice to see you, too, Iefan,” her mom greeted, “Gwen, I didn’t think you’d come.”
Gwen was wearing a t-shirt from H&M and jeans. Mica couldn’t remember her being so casual ever.
“I wasn’t sure if I would,” Gwen agreed, “but I felt like I should. I was the one who covered up his death, who identified them that day and I never actually saw it.”
Mica noticed her brown eyes were focused on the baby’s smile as she said this. Her mum just nodded and the four of them walked into the house. Jack had redecorated since she saw it last. There was more seating and part of the living room had been converted into a dining area with a table. She saw the stairs obstructed by a baby gate and plastic toys littered the ground.
“I’m glad you came,” said Jack and hugged Rhi. He hugged her, too. His cheek was clean-shaven as he bent down and it rubbed against her face. For a moment, she thought something about that was familiar.
“Oh, Jack, you framed it!” her mum exclaimed and they turned to see her looking at a framed piece of paper, “Mica, your uncle did this when he was eleven.”
She walked over to her mum and saw that it was a Tennyson poem in a boy’s scrawl. Beside it were two framed photos; one of her brother being held by Ianto as a baby and the other with Iefan in Jack’s arms. Mica had a picture in her room of Ianto holding her when she was two. Her mum was looking at another framed photo on a side table and she noticed that it was her two uncles dressed the same as the dvd her mum watched every so often.
“I suppose we should start,” he spoke with hesitation. They settled on the couch and chairs as Jack stuck the disc in the dvd player and flipped on the telly. Then, taking the remote and Iefan, he sat on the couch beside them. A dark picture appeared on the screen with what something blue and smoky on one side. Jack strode into the shot first with Ianto close behind.
“That’s your daddy,” she heard Jack whisper to the baby on his lap.
The camera had caught everything from their chests up especially their faces.
“I’m Captain Jack Harkness,” he said in a very, loud clear way. Mica guessed the aliens were indeed encased in the blue thing and that there was a microphone nearby to catch everything.
“I’ve dealt with you lot before. I’m here to explain why this time you aren’t getting what you want,” Jack spoke and Mica was a bit confused. The aliens had come before?
“You yielded in the past,” came a gravelly voice that must have been the alien’s. The colors were still dark which made her uncle stand out more in his shiny vest and white dress shirt. It was curious that he didn’t have a suit coat though.
“And don’t I know it, I was there: In 1965, I was part of that trade, that’s why I’m never going to let it happen again,” Jack said in a voice she had never heard before. It was hard and determined. There was something else in it that she couldn’t identify. She wondered if it had to do with what he did in 1965.
“Explain,” demanded the alien.
“There’s a saying here on Earth. A very old, very wise friend of mine taught me it. ‘An injury to one is an injury to all’ and when people act according to that philosophy, the human race is the finest species in the universe,” Jack stated in almost a hiss. Mica could see how serious her uncles' faces were although Ianto did seem a bit nervous. Then, Jack’s speech was cut short by Ianto interrupting.
“Never mind the philosophy. What he’s saying is you’re not getting one solitary, single child. The deal is off,” Ianto told the aliens in a voice she had also never heard before.
It could have been a completely different person than the one with soft Welsh vowels in Martha’s wedding video. This man spoke with just as much steel and harshness as Jack if not more so. Her mouth gaped in surprise at this other side to him that she’d heard so much about.
“Uh, I like the philosophy,” Jack complained and she shut her mouth in an almost smile until she realized something. It was clear that they had been in dangerous situations many, many times before and they were comfortable with it.
“I gathered,” Ianto retorted as they still stood in front of the tank with the smoky fog masking whatever lay inside.
“You have yielded in the past. You will do so again,” said the alien as though it hadn’t listened at all. Hadn’t her uncle been quite clear?
“In the past, the numbers were so small, they could be kept secret,” Jack spoke with his arms stiffly at his sides, “but this time, that is not going to happen because we’ve recorded everything…all the negotiations, everything the politicians said, everything that happened in this room and those tapes will be released to the public unless you leave this planet for good.”
“You yielded in the past. You will do so again,” the alien repeated and she wanted to use one of the weapons from the game on it. It was being bloody annoying.
March 20th, 2017, Part Two
Characters: Mica, Rhi, David, Gwen, Jack, Ianto Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica, her mum, Gwen and Jack watch the last footage of Ianto.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
September 15th, 2010 or March 12th, 2017, Part Three
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
March 20th, 2017
Mica sat on the floor, making her way through the flood. She took her assault rifle that was out of ammo and slammed it against the alien’s head so that it fell to the ground. Another advanced and she changed weapons. When she was little, she liked to play Tony Hawk, but she was older now. She liked playing this way where it was just wave after wave of aliens. It was relaxing after a frustrating day at school and what would certainly be a trying night to come.
“You don’t have to go with me tonight,” said her mum and she paused the game, “I’m not even sure I’m going to go and you’re not even fourteen yet.”
Her mum was going to go whether she felt she had her mind made up or not. Mica knew her too well and knew that she’d need someone afterwards.
“No, I want to go. I want to see him,” she told her and was acknowledged with a nod. The woman rubbed her right elbow without realizing it and spoke, “Then, get ready. If we're going, he’s expecting us in half an hour.”
It was odd having an uncle again and with a cousin on top of that. They were over several times a week and their house had started attracting baby items. Her mum claimed they were left behind. Mica couldn’t remember ever seeing her this happy before. She turned the game machine off and put on her coat. The ride to Cardiff was silent. There really wasn’t anything to say since they were on their way to see a snuff film starring her uncle. Then, her mobile rang. She looked at the name and answered it, “David, are you coming after all?”
“No, but you were going to call me again to get me to,” he replied and she rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see them.
“But why aren’t you coming? I don’t understand,” she complained as they drew closer.
“Of course you don’t,” he said in that tone when he felt she was too young to understand, “You don’t remember him, but I do. I remember once when he came with his girlfriend and you threw up on her. I remember the time when we still had Thumper and he got loose when you insisted Uncle Ianto hold him. He chased that rabbit through the whole house and never once did he even take off his coat,” he spoke and there was a moment of silence before the next part, “and I…I remember that last time when I looked out my window and dad and Uncle Ianto were yelling at the people who nicked his car so mum had to drive him back to Cardiff. That’s how I want to remember him. I want to remember the man who spent an hour running after our stupid rabbit, not how he died. You say your goodbyes or have your closure or whatever. I had it that day when we put his headstone up and the five of us went to dinner together.”
“Are you sure?” Mica asked because he sounded a bit upset to not be coming. It was producing a groan from the other end and she heard Emyr’s voice saying something in Welsh.
“When you’re thirteen, twenty-five feels like an eternity away, but now that I’m eighteen, it’s only seven years away. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough time to do everything. I never realized before how young he really was,” David said, “but at the same time, he’d done so much. He’d found his passions, his destinies in career and Uncle Jack and he saved the world a shitload of times. How many twenty-five year olds can say that? I doubt I will. Teaching might not even be what I’m suited for. I don’t rightly know; I could be shit at it.”
“You’ll be fabulous, you will,” she told him and heard Emyr saying the same thing.
“I have a lot of studying, we’ll be up Friday for mum’s birthday,” he replied, “Bye, Mica.”
He was gone before she could do the same. They turned on Jack’s road. Two vehicles were already parked out front: the black Roadster that was Jack’s and a red Audi she wasn’t familiar with. Her mum turned the engine off, sighed and got out. Gwen stood outside; waiting for them with Iefan in her arms.
“Look, Iefan, look who showed up!” she spoke in a high pitched tone that Mica had never heard before. It must have been her Audi.
“Wamaba,” said the baby and shook the purple creature.
“Nice to see you, too, Iefan,” her mom greeted, “Gwen, I didn’t think you’d come.”
Gwen was wearing a t-shirt from H&M and jeans. Mica couldn’t remember her being so casual ever.
“I wasn’t sure if I would,” Gwen agreed, “but I felt like I should. I was the one who covered up his death, who identified them that day and I never actually saw it.”
Mica noticed her brown eyes were focused on the baby’s smile as she said this. Her mum just nodded and the four of them walked into the house. Jack had redecorated since she saw it last. There was more seating and part of the living room had been converted into a dining area with a table. She saw the stairs obstructed by a baby gate and plastic toys littered the ground.
“I’m glad you came,” said Jack and hugged Rhi. He hugged her, too. His cheek was clean-shaven as he bent down and it rubbed against her face. For a moment, she thought something about that was familiar.
“Oh, Jack, you framed it!” her mum exclaimed and they turned to see her looking at a framed piece of paper, “Mica, your uncle did this when he was eleven.”
She walked over to her mum and saw that it was a Tennyson poem in a boy’s scrawl. Beside it were two framed photos; one of her brother being held by Ianto as a baby and the other with Iefan in Jack’s arms. Mica had a picture in her room of Ianto holding her when she was two. Her mum was looking at another framed photo on a side table and she noticed that it was her two uncles dressed the same as the dvd her mum watched every so often.
“I suppose we should start,” he spoke with hesitation. They settled on the couch and chairs as Jack stuck the disc in the dvd player and flipped on the telly. Then, taking the remote and Iefan, he sat on the couch beside them. A dark picture appeared on the screen with what something blue and smoky on one side. Jack strode into the shot first with Ianto close behind.
“That’s your daddy,” she heard Jack whisper to the baby on his lap.
The camera had caught everything from their chests up especially their faces.
“I’m Captain Jack Harkness,” he said in a very, loud clear way. Mica guessed the aliens were indeed encased in the blue thing and that there was a microphone nearby to catch everything.
“I’ve dealt with you lot before. I’m here to explain why this time you aren’t getting what you want,” Jack spoke and Mica was a bit confused. The aliens had come before?
“You yielded in the past,” came a gravelly voice that must have been the alien’s. The colors were still dark which made her uncle stand out more in his shiny vest and white dress shirt. It was curious that he didn’t have a suit coat though.
“And don’t I know it, I was there: In 1965, I was part of that trade, that’s why I’m never going to let it happen again,” Jack said in a voice she had never heard before. It was hard and determined. There was something else in it that she couldn’t identify. She wondered if it had to do with what he did in 1965.
“Explain,” demanded the alien.
“There’s a saying here on Earth. A very old, very wise friend of mine taught me it. ‘An injury to one is an injury to all’ and when people act according to that philosophy, the human race is the finest species in the universe,” Jack stated in almost a hiss. Mica could see how serious her uncles' faces were although Ianto did seem a bit nervous. Then, Jack’s speech was cut short by Ianto interrupting.
“Never mind the philosophy. What he’s saying is you’re not getting one solitary, single child. The deal is off,” Ianto told the aliens in a voice she had also never heard before.
It could have been a completely different person than the one with soft Welsh vowels in Martha’s wedding video. This man spoke with just as much steel and harshness as Jack if not more so. Her mouth gaped in surprise at this other side to him that she’d heard so much about.
“Uh, I like the philosophy,” Jack complained and she shut her mouth in an almost smile until she realized something. It was clear that they had been in dangerous situations many, many times before and they were comfortable with it.
“I gathered,” Ianto retorted as they still stood in front of the tank with the smoky fog masking whatever lay inside.
“You have yielded in the past. You will do so again,” said the alien as though it hadn’t listened at all. Hadn’t her uncle been quite clear?
“In the past, the numbers were so small, they could be kept secret,” Jack spoke with his arms stiffly at his sides, “but this time, that is not going to happen because we’ve recorded everything…all the negotiations, everything the politicians said, everything that happened in this room and those tapes will be released to the public unless you leave this planet for good.”
“You yielded in the past. You will do so again,” the alien repeated and she wanted to use one of the weapons from the game on it. It was being bloody annoying.
March 20th, 2017, Part Two
