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This is a really terrible drabble. And it was longer, but I seemed to have accidently deleted it. Oops. So here’s the little bit I do have, for the superwholockthecomic fanwork friday: career change prompt.

Sam and Dean join Torchwood.

“Dean, Sam, where are you?” Jack asked into his com as he looked around the warehouse, gun at the ready.

“Second floor,” said Dean.

Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire. Jack ran up the stairs, knowing the rest of the team was right behind him. Dean stood over the alien while Sam crouched next to it. “What is it?” asked Sam.

Jack moved closer. Owen dropped next to Sam. Jack sighed. “We’ve got bigger problems. These come in pairs. Ianto, Dean, you better check out the third floor.”

Dean nodded and led the way up the stairs. Ianto checked for readings. “So you and Jack…” asked Dean. They’d only joined Torchwood a few weeks earlier.

“Not relevant to catching this alien,” said Ianto.

 “Right,” said Dean, moving around a corner.

“One hundred meters to the left,” called Ianto.

Dean moved ahead, looking for trouble. It found him first. There was a shout and Dean found himself knocked off his feet, gun skittering across the floor. Dean shoved at the large creature but before he could even shout for help a shot rang out.

He shoved the dead alien off himself as Ianto offered a hand up, suit not even wrinkled. Shaking his head, Dean took his hand as the rest of the team came running up. Ianto looked at Jack. “That’s sorted then.”

Jack grinned as he looked from Ianto to Dean and back again. “I think I like you two together.”

Ianto rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. Dean did his best to ignore the remark. “So now it’s clean up?”

“Yep. The really exciting part of our job.”

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And here is my Jack Harkness, River Song and John Hart fic. This is part of my Tiphys Chronicles universe. so River and Jack are already working together:

Of All the Gin Joints in All the Universe – Captain John Hart swanning into Jack’s life always makes things more interesting.

I posted this teaser the other day, but I’ll post it again

River sat across from Jack, sipping a glass of wine and watching the rest of the bar. The crowd was mostly human, but a few other species dotted the room. Her smile brightened as a blonde man walked in. Jack raised an eyebrow and turned to see what had grabbed her attention and went pale. “Oh God.”

The blonde man gave a feral grin as he flounced over and slipped into an empty seat between them. “Jack!”

“John,” he said with a wince.  

“So you know each other,” grinned River. 

“Oh we do, but he never mentioned you.” John picked up her hand with a dramatic flourish to kiss it.

River watched him with a knowing smile as he kissed every inch of her fingers and then let them fall. “I’ll take the ring back, thank you.” She held out her hand expectantly, palm up. 

Grinning, John took the ring out of his mouth and placed it in her open hand.

Looking at the pair, Jack raised his hand for the waiter. He lifted his half-empty glass. “Get me a double.”

John leaned over. “If you wanted a double, Jack…”

River laughed. “Oh Jack I like him.”

Jack threw back the rest of his drink. “You can have him,” he spat.

Undeterred, John leaned over and put a hand on Jack’s thigh. “Come now, more than enough to share,” he said with a suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

Jack pulled away. “You’re wearing the lip gloss.”

“Come on, not like you’d stay dead very long,” John purred.

River raised an eyebrow. “He does know you. What brand do you use?”

John turned back to her, intrigued. “Paranthian. What do you use?”

“I find Halver’s does a better job.”

“Really? I don’t think that moisturizes as well…”

Jack took their animated discussion over types and brands of paralytic lips gloss as a chance to escape to the bar and see about that drink.

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HERE is the second Chapter of the rodeo fic! This one basically is just PWP. Nothing but smut. lol

Another Bad Idea – Yeah, this one’s pretty much just sex. Jack and Sam.

teaser below the cut

The stands were only half full since the skies threatened rain. Jack stood with arms crossed watching Dean prepare to ride a bronc. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Sam standing a few feet away, watching Dean shift in the saddle. Sam stood very still, tension evident in his flexing hands and straight back. Dean gave a nod and the gate opened.

The horse came flying out, bucking hard and twisting underneath Dean. The experienced rider followed its movements as it dropped and bucked again. There was a sudden twist and Dean left the saddle, hitting the ground with a dull thud long seconds before the buzzer sounded. Jack winced in sympathy while Sam shook his head.

“He’ll be drunk in an hour,” said Sam, walking over to Jack and adjusting his hat.

“Probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” Jack didn’t look at him. “Brother won’t be happy.”

Sam snorted as Castiel helped Dean up. “He’ll be fine.”

Jack glanced at Sam. “Not riding tonight?”

“Naw, think I twisted my wrist last night. Dean doesn’t want me to hurt it worse.”

Jack smiled, maybe with a touch of sadness. “He takes good care of you.”

“Sometimes. You aren’t riding tonight either.”

Jack swallowed, remembering. “No, not this rodeo. Next one I’m already signed up for, though.”

“Why are you here then?” asked Sam. “Scoping out the competition?”

Jack looked at him, all easy smile. “Maybe so.” Sam met his eyes with a small smile of his own, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his brown eyes took in Jack’s body with more than a hint desire. Heart skipping a beat, Jack smiled a bit broader, uncrossed  his arms and leaned back against the rail, giving Sam a better view. “Want to get a drink?” he asked.