I can’t even…
Torchwood and Supernatural… Miracle Day would be the easiest to crossover yet, given it’s actually set in America as opposed to Wales.
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And now that I’ve spammed you all with John and Misha, have a quick little harkstiel ficlet I wrote earlier today:
Wake Me – Castiel is there when Jack has bad dreams.
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In his dreams, Jack could never get away. Faces haunted him. Places. Lives that he passed by, touched for a moment, or a year and then gone. He twitched in his sleep, seeing the ones he couldn’t save.
A kiss awakened him. Pushing the dreams aside, he smiled against it and opened his eyes. “Good morning, Prince Charming.”
Castiel’s brow furrowed. “I’m not a Prince.”
Gwen finally, grudgingly, taking Dean bake to Wales. Showing Dean the places she used to live. The places haunted by ghosts now. Maybe the house where she grew up. And Dean can feel how sad she is there, but part of him is jealous that at least she had a home and a family and they end up having a huge fight and Dean finds himself walking alone along the Quay just wondering where his life went wrong. Meanwhile Gwen is packing their things in the hotel room wondering the same thing.
harkstiel; “This one’s on me.”
“This one’s on me.” Jack raised his head at the familiar voice. Castiel set the drink in front of him and took a seat.
Jack gave him a tired smile and sipped it. “What are you doing out here?”
Instead of answering, Castiel reached across and took his free hand, watching his face.
Looking away, Jack kept drinking until it was gone. “I had to,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t, a lot more people would have died.”
“I didn’t come here to judge you,” said Castiel gently, squeezing his hand.
Jack finally dragged his eyes back to the angel. “I know, and I’m grateful.”
Watching him, Castiel leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Jack smiled and kissed him back, a little less chastely.
Harkstiel, “Hey, have you seen the…? /Oh/.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair as he moved through the ruins that had been old when this planet was young. Castiel didn’t ask for help lightly, but here Jack was, under an orange-blue sky with three moons and a constant wind. “Have you seen the…Oh.” Jack stopped and looked at Castiel crouching in front of what appeared to be a child. “Is that him?”
Castiel gave a small nod and made room for Jack to crouch next to him. The kid appeared human, but Jack knew there was no guarantee.. He put his hand out, but Castiel caught it.
“He’s caught in a psychic web. It needs to be another human that draws him out.”
Jack grimaced and nodded, settling himself on his knees in the dust. Delicate work. He reached out his hand again and touched the cool forehead.
He felt himself falling but a dark-winged angel caught and steadied him. He pressed deeper into the mind, climbing through carefully woven strands. Psionics was never his best skill, but at least he’d been trained and had Castiel’s grace to guide him.
It felt like a long struggle, but at last they reached the center and the boy. Jack knelt next to him and spoke quietly, gentle persuasion, until finally the boy got to his feet and followed him back out.
Jack opened his eyes and felt the ache in his knees. The boy was blinking as if coming out of a long sleep. Castiel gave Jack another nod and gathered the boy in his arms. In a moment they were gone.
Smiling softly, Jack hit a few buttons on his manipulator and the ruins were empty again.
A birthday fic for jazzforthecaptain
Two Captains and an Angel -Castiel wants Jack Harkness and John Hart….at the same time
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Jack swaggered into the bar, Castiel in tow just behind him. He could feel the angel’s nervousness, but he knew this was just what he wanted. They’d talked about bringing in a third, had even done it a few times with Jack in the middle, but this time it was Castiel that wanted the treat. And to Jack’s surprise, he’d named the partner he wanted.
John Hart was nursing a drink at the bar when Jack walked up and took a seat next to him. John threw back the rest of his drink and looked at Jack, appraising him and the angel standing just behind him. “Social visit?”
Jack leaned forward, fisting the front of John’s Jacket and snogging him. John responded immediately, moaning softly into his mouth. Finally he jerked back, wiping his mouth. “Figures your boyfriend likes to watch.”
“He wants to do more than that this time,” said Jack.
John’s eyebrow made a run for his hairline. “Really. Well then, what are we waiting for?”