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Title: The Clash Of Worlds
Challenge/Fest: Reel_Torchwood
Rating: T
Dedication: For my betas, Gogo_Didi, Istezada, Lizzy, Aranellaurelote and, on one notable occasion, my mother.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, the Doctor as portrayed by David Tennant and Matt Smith, Brian Cox and OCs galore.
Summary: Whoniverse retelling of The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. A forgotten incident from Jack's past adventures becomes the key to defeating a new and present danger that threatens all Earth.
Contains: Gratuitous use of cliches, original character death
Disclaimer: Torchwood and Doctor Who and their environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. Lord of the Rings is the property of New Line Cinemas and the Tolkein Estate. The original characters have disowned me. No copyright infringement is intended, this is all (mostly) harmless fun.

Currently hosted on Fanfiction.net, currently cross-posting to AO3:
The Fellowship of Neccessity
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Is is now my personal canon that these characters are one and the same:
David McCallum as Ducky MallardMatt Smith's Doctor
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Author's note: Final part, and they're getting shorter. I wanted to attempt another drabble


The TARDIS was always emptiest at times like these, after it had been full of life. The lonely immortal looked around his home sadly and flicked switches on the console, his one constant companion

They deserved better. Martha deserved more than he’d given her, Jack deserved so much more than he could give; the universe deserved better, a better hero

But there was no one better, just him, alone. So he would have to do

So he went on, because the lonely angel can never stop, can never be still, because who else could be there?

“We would”, they answer

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Author's note: Martha's turn. After what she said to Donna, I don't think she'd keep this from Tom

Doctor Tom Milligan accepted a drink from the mysterious young woman he’d been dating for a month now. Miss Martha Jones had appeared in his life as one of the biggest surprises ever. He was immediately attracted to her warm, bubbly personality and her exuberant confidence, not to mention she was gorgeous. The strange thing was that she seemed to know him, and in a way he recognised her.

She smiled as she settled into the other chair in her small flat and toasted him, “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, and very small, and I’ve not got any stuff. Someone blew my old flat up.” She covered her mouth nervously, as though trying to snatch back the words

He laughed and was going to respond with something like ‘Don’t worry, I was a med student too not long ago’, until the last comment. “Whoa, someone blew up your flat?”

She nodded, like she’d intended to say it, rather than like it had slipped out, “Harold Saxon. Shortly after declaring me public enemy number two, whatever Jack says.”

“He was insane.” He managed; shocked at the casual way she said it

“Trust me, I noticed. He held the world a prisoner for a year, it was awful. That’s why he named us public enemies, because we were the only ones who could stop him.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked in shock, “A year, why don’t I remember it?”

She swallowed, seeming to regret it now, “Yeah, look, I travelled with this man called the Doctor. We travelled in time and space, as far as the end of the universe, but we sort of found Saxon at the end of the universe, and he beat us back. We came back, Jack and the Doctor were held prisoner for a year and I walked the Earth, telling people about the Doctor so that he could tap into the Archangel Network and break Saxon’s mind control. At the end of the year, because it was all a paradox, time reset itself, so it didn’t happen.”

“You’re not making a lot of sense.” He frowned, “But I believe you. God only knows why, but I believe you.”

“Yeah, it didn’t make much sense when it was happening.” She smiled gratefully

“So why are you telling me?” he asked

“Because… Because I met you, during that year, we travelled together for a bit…”

“I died?”

She swallowed, “Yeah, you tried to save me.”

“So you thought you owed me one?” he smiled gently

“Hey!” she nudged him, “I’m the reason you’re alive, and I bought you dinner.” They laughed, but she became serious again, “I still have nightmares about the things I saw, the death and destruction.”

“So if I took you to bed tonight…” he smirked at her in a way that reminded her of a certain Captain

“I don’t know, it might just get rid of the nightmares.” She smiled as he pulled her upright and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her gently and possessively

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Thank you for listening.”

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Set at the end of KKBB


"It’s nothing.” He answered, locking the box of his memories and putting it back where it came from, “Let’s get back to work.”

“We can’t Jack.” Gwen was glaring at him with folded arms, “We’re at the Hub right now, or nearly there. We’ve gone back in time, we’ll cause a paradox or something.” His stomach contracted painfully at the word ‘paradox’, so he stayed quiet whilst she took control again, “Tosh, take Owen to the hospital, get his shoulder looked at, and I’m not taking no for an answer Owen." As they left she turned to Jack and put her hands on her hips, "We need to find somewhere we know we’ve not been today until this is over.”

“Ianto, will you sort us a hotel for the night?” he turned to the younger man to avoid Gwen’s glare, “Easiest solution. Call Owen and Tosh and have them meet us there, and charge it to Torchwood. I’ll sort it from there.” Ianto’s smile made his heart skip a beat, he’d missed it so much, he’d missed him. Even now, seeing him here, he was finding it hard to get rid of the memories of that year. His blood, his empty eyes…

“Jack…” Gwen’s voice drifted through to him, “Jack, are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder with a plastered on smile as they walked to where Ianto was waiting for them, “I’ll be fine.” She never realised that wasn’t what she’d asked.

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

Ianto paused for a moment before knocking on the door of Jack’s room. The captain had slipped away from what had turned into quite a party in Owen’s room about ten minutes before, which wasn’t like him at all. After an internal war, Ianto had made his excuses and followed him; he had sort of hoped that Jack wouldn’t be here, but there was no going back now as the immortal opened the door.

“Hey.” Jack looked exhausted but managed a smile that was almost convincing, “What’s up?”

“I missed you. I mean… you just sort of disappeared and I thought…” he closed his eyes and swore silently, “Sorry, it’s been a long day and my brain’s not talking to my mouth, I was coming to make sure you’re OK.”

Jack managed a genuine smile at that and opened the door further, inviting him in, “I’m OK, but I appreciate it. Do you want a drink?”

“Thanks.” He smiled and sat down, accepting a tumbler of whiskey from Jack, “Back on the hard stuff?”

“You have no idea.” The captain laughed and downed his own drink, falling back onto the bed, “And yes, ‘John’ has always been a sociopath. I’m struggling to remember what I ever saw in him, although I suspect it was probably just those cheek bones.”

Ianto snorted and put the glass down, letting his head fall back, “I have to say, you have lousy taste.”

“I’d say I used to.” He replied, looking at Ianto for a second before turning his attention to the empty glass in his hand. “I missed you, whilst I was gone. Almost as soon as I left all I wanted to do was come back.”

Ianto felt his heart, frozen since his once lover’s departure, warm slightly at the honesty in Jack’s voice, and break slightly at the pain in it. “Why didn’t you then?” It came out harsher than he’d intended

The captain visibly flinched, as though the question had physically hurt him, “I would have been back two months ago, but the Doctor’s not that good on timings.” He laughed bitterly, “For a Time Lord he’s actually useless with time. I’m sorry Ianto, I…”

“Jack… Don’t apologise, you did what you had to do and I don’t blame you.” Jack finally met his eyes again and Ianto was shocked at the level of pain in them, “Oh Jack, what happened to you? Where were you?”

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretence
But still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self-defence

Jack clasped his hands between his knees and dropped his gaze to his feet, struggling to keep his emotions in control. “He came, he tried to leave without me again, we ended up at the end of the universe. It was dark, and cold, and empty, but people were still surviving, still clinging on to life at the very end of everything. They were trying to get to Utopia, somewhere where all the other humans in the universe had congregated.” He smiled at the memory, one of the few good ones from his trip, despite the horror that accompanied it, “You know, humans are truly amazing. Of all the species in the universe, it’s humans that survive until the very end.”

“Are you human?” Ianto asked in interest

Jack nodded, more dropping his head before raising it again than a proper nod, “Not fully human, no one was, is, will be by that time, but part human, essentially human.”

“Maybe you were there?”

“Maybe I was, He suggested that, said I was the only man I could ever be happy with.” He chuckled, “Probably the only time he’s ever been wrong.” There was bitterness in his tone that Ianto couldn’t understand, but Jack went on before he could question it, “There was this man there, really intelligent, and we went to help him with getting the ship started. Except that once we did, he turned out to be a psychopathic killer called the Master, a Time Lord that Doctor once knew.”

“He stole the TARDIS, left us to be killed by these aliens called the Futurekind and travelled back in time, to 18 months before I left. Assumed a fake identity, wife, job the whole lot. You’ll never guess who.”

Ianto’s jaw dropped as the pieces dropped into place, “Harold Saxon was an alien?”

Jack nodded silently, his eyes fixed far away from the hotel room in Cardiff where they sat, Ianto in an armchair and him on the bed, close but by no means together, “He took the Earth prisoner. 10% of the population died on the first day, after a year only half survived. It was horrible, every day more would die, people were herded into labour camps to build warships.”

“What about you? You didn’t just sit back and watch it.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact

“I was a prisoner.” Jack’s voice was barely a whisper, “He knew I couldn’t die, so he kept me chained up on the aircraft carrier Valiant for the whole year.”

And every time I’ve held a rose
It seems I’ve only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

Jack told Ianto the full story of what had happened during that year without really knowing why. As he recalled the pain, the things he’d seen, he felt himself being dragged into the memories, drowning in them as he lost his way.

As soon as Jack started telling him about the tortures he’d suffered at the hands of that madman, Ianto forgave him completely, the tiny nugget of anger that had remained being swept aside in the understanding, the pain and the guilt. If he’d given Jack something to stay for he would have, he knew that. If he’d made him see that he wasn’t broken.

The first tear fell down Jack’s cheek and Ianto couldn’t stand it any more, in seconds he was on the bed beside him and his arms were wrapped around the older man, holding him tightly. Jack turned to cling to him, as if afraid that he would vanish at any second.

“He found out about you.” It caught Ianto off kilter, one minute Jack had been telling him about the interminable deaths, being barely able to tell the passage of time, and then he’d dropped that into conversation with a hitch in his voice and a hesitation. “I wanted to keep you safe, but I forgot that he could read my mind. I was like an open book, and he used you to get to me. He…”

Tears choked him and he couldn’t speak any more; Ianto rubbed his back and murmured quiet reassurances to him, trying to reassure him and support him. Eventually the immortal swallowed and pulled away only slightly, so that he could look at the other man, his voice when he spoke was completely distraught, “He took me to the bridge one day, had me restrained and then brought you in. And then he executed you, right in front of me. Oh God Yan, you never gave in, you were smiling as he shot you…”

Ianto couldn’t find words to respond, so he hugged Jack closer to him, moving to lean against the headboard and pulling the older man with him to lie curled against his chest, hoping that the steady beat of his heart would reassure him slightly. As the captain cried himself to sleep, he finally let his own tears fall, tears for this incredible man and everything he’d suffered, tears for the pain he’d felt at Jack’s departure, tears for the day when he finally left Jack behind for good.

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

As it was wont to do, dawn broke in Cardiff with a combination of wind and rain, but in the hotel room Jack slept. His sleep hadn’t been undisturbed; Ianto had lost count of the nightmares he’d suffered during the night and was glad that he’d come.

A recognisable groan from Jack indicated that the man was close to waking up properly. Ianto was surprised by the smile the sound brought to his lips, it was too long since he’d last heard it. Propping himself up on his elbow, he watched his lover return to the waking world, but the tension that sprang into the older man’s form and the fear in his eyes made his heart clench painfully. “Hey, it’s OK, you’re safe.” He whispered, relieved when Jack relaxed again

The captain smiled gently, but with evident embarrassment, and turned to sit on the edge of the bed to take his boots off. “Thanks Ianto,” he said when he turned back, hesitating a moment before Ianto wrapped an arm around him again and he settled back down against him, “it means a lot.”

“Likewise.” The young man admitted, hugging Jack close to him, “You don’t have to deal with these things alone you know, I’m here with you.”

“I didn’t want you to have to carry that burden. Time reset in the end, Martha broke the Master’s mind control, the Doctor defeated him and I destroyed the paradox machine, everything back to the way it was before… Before everything. The only people who remember are those who were on the Valiant at the start and the finish, only about two dozen all told, mostly UNIT staff.”

“Don’t be dumb Jack.” He chastised softly, threading his fingers through the other man’s hair gently, “Even you can’t bear that alone.” There was silence between them for a while, before Ianto spoke again, “But if you didn’t want to tell me, why did you?”

“You asked.” He whispered, “And I guess losing you once, I couldn’t say no. But I know that telling you that stuff, it’s probably made losing you now more likely.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because now you know how broken I am, and that I’m a failure. I couldn’t save you Yan…”

And this is why my eyes are closed
It’s just as well for all I’ve seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows

His eyes were closed tightly, fighting against tears again, and his whole posture, even though he was curled up against him, clearly showed that he expected to be rejected. “You dozy a’pe’th.” Ianto chuckled, unable to feel even mild annoyance at the older man when he was in this state, “I’m here, with you, because I want to be, and nothing’s going to change that. You did save me; you were the one who broke the paradox, who made time revert. You’re the reason we’re here now together.”

Jack pulled back to stare at him like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, which, in Jack’s opinion, he was, “Oh Yan. Lucy Saxon, the master’s wife, he treated her as badly as the rest of them. I tried to protect her, all of them, so she looked after me as much as she could. She arranged, when you died, she made sure that you were buried properly…” Tears fell from his eyes again as he looked across at the coat hanging on the back of a chair, “I wrapped you in my coat before they took you. That was the last time I saw you…” He stifled a sob, “That’s how I knew you were alive too, the Doctor found my coat. God only knows where.” He managed a shaky laugh, “Probably on the TARDIS, she’s always picking up the flotsam and jetsam of the universe, like she picked me up.”

So I would choose to be with you
That’s is the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

Ianto leant forwards to press a tender kiss to the immortal’s lips; he smiled gently at the shocked, confused and hopeful look on his face afterwards, “Jack, I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me. I can’t promise forever, but I can promise you today, and tomorrow and as many tomorrows as I can give you. And I promise that I will do my best to make every single today we share wonderful. If you’ll have me?”

There was no need for doubt, not with Jack looking like that, “Oh Ianto… I don’t deserve you.”

“No.” He whispered, “You deserve someone better.”

“No such thing.” He claimed Ianto’s lips again half desperately, half lovingly, determined to show the young man exactly how much he meant to him, and to make up for the mistakes he’d made in the past.

Today, and tomorrow, and all their tomorrows, would be different, he promised.

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows


Author’s Note: This is a story I’ve had swimming around for about six months now, all the time I was away on holiday etc, and it’s finally happened. Not quite how I intended it to happen, but it rarely is

“You dozy a’p’eth” is an insult my Mum uses occasionally, which is unusual as I believe it’s a Yorkshire insult and she’s from Cheshire, whereas my Dad’s from Yorkshire and doesn’t use it. Still, it means you’re worth half a penny, I think. Sounds really good in a West Riding accent, but I’m guessing on the spelling and punctuation, it’s not pronounced with all the apostrophes, just straight through. And I don't know why Ianto is using West Riding dialect either

And if you really want to know, the TARDIS did pick up Jack’s coat, and the Doctor found it on a coat hook that wasn’t there before. You see, all the paradox reversal went through her and she put everything back where it came from, but some things couldn’t go back where they came from, like Jack’s coat, which started on him and ended on someone else. Because Jack was inside ‘the eye of the storm’, she couldn’t change him and put it on him, so she kept hold of it instead, dry-cleaned it etc, and HUNG IT UP. She’s good like that, and you can tell she’s female

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Author’s note: Occurs in my AU, where we have a fourth member of the TARDIS crew. The full story of her presence will be told in my other story called “Isn’t Worth Living”. OK, plug over, this is a one-shot for my birthday and it’s dedicated to my best fried who’s made it the best birthday ever and my brother, who helped and gave me this idea. Enjoy.

Oh, and to read the later story of Jack’s present, check out my brother’s story Tuesday, he insists that I give him a plug because I nicked his story idea (sorry Rick, but I’m better than you.)


Jack wandered into the main room of the TARDIS with his hands in his pockets and flashed a strained smile at his friends, “Jazz isn’t feeling very well, I’m going to stay with her, you two go and have some fun, we’ll join you if she’s feeling better later. And call us if you need us.”

The Doctor looked worried, “Is she OK, do you want me to go and check on her?”

“Nah,” he shook his head and shrugged, “she’s fine, just, you know… We’ll be fine, you go and enjoy yourselves.”

“If you’re sure…” but he couldn’t finish his sentence before Rose had dragged him out of the TARDIS. Jack stood in the doorway to see them off as they wandered arm in arm through an alien market and he smiled to see the Doctor looking so happy. He was still smiling as he made his way back to the room he shared with his girlfriend not far from the TARDIS kitchen. He pushed the door open to find her surrounded by balloons and wrapping paper, “Do you think we’ve got enough balloons?”

She grinned, “I hope so, Rose’s room’s full of them too.” Jack stifled a groan as she picked up an armful of the balloons and passed them to him. “Come on, I don’t know how long she’ll be able to keep him away.”

Jasmine was setting up the cake on the table, complete with quite a lot of candles, when her phone rang in her back pocket. Jack fished it out as he passed and winked at her as he did so and answered with a laugh, “Heya, Rose. How are you doing?”

We’re just heading back, how’s Jazz feeling?”

His grin broadened and he slid his hand back into his girlfriend’s jeans pocket, successfully distracting her from tying up the last balloon, “She’s fine, up and about again. How long until you get back?”

Five minutes, see back there.”

He hung up and pulled away from her reluctantly, “That was our five minutes warning. Come on, we’ve got a lot to do before he gets back.”

The next five minutes were a rush, tying up balloons, secreting party poppers around the place, falling over each other constantly, but by the time the door opened and the Doctor strode in they were hidden out of sight and the room was ready.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the balloons and the streamers everywhere, staring in shock as Jack, Jazz and Rose all screamed together, “Surprise!”

Rose and Jazz ran and hugged him, then stood back as Jack hesitated before doing the same. They laughed at the two men, especially at the Doctor who appeared to be in shock. “Happy Birthday!” Jazz laughed

“What?” He spluttered out, struggling to find the right words to convey his surprise, happiness and slight fear at his friends’ party.

“Well, after the party you all threw for me, and then the time we all went out and got drunk for Jack’s birthday, and going back to Rose’s Mum’s for her birthday, we had to do one for you too.” Jazz explained, “And we don’t know when your birthday is, so we picked a date and went for it.”

“Cos we figured that time is relative and all that, and every time we’ve asked you you’ve said that you don’t know, so we eventually decided to believe you.”

“And we picked one year to the day from me meeting you, because it felt significant.”

“Guys, I don’t know what to say. Thank you. You humans, you’re fantastic.” He hugged them all in turn again and was surprised to find that he had tears in his eyes, “You’re absolutely fantastic.”

“We know.” They chorused, and dragged him off to eat a cake shaped like the TARDIS, jelly and ice cream and those little cocktail sticks with cheese and pineapple. Underneath the table was a pile of presents, from the three of them and some of his past friends whom Jack and Jasmine had tacked down over the last few months; a chronopathic watch from Jack, a new jacket from Rose, a set of Gobstones from Jasmine, a model of the solar system from Liz Shaw and a pair of socks from Jackie Tyler (“Only your mother, Rose! Only your mother.”) Amongst many others. And, for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor finally felt like he belonged. And all it had taken was one date, picked out of three hundred and sixty five others, to latch on to for all time.

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It's Saturday night and there is no Doctor Who to watch, there has been no excitement over what will happen, no debates over the implausibility over some of the rumours, just dissection of last week's episode, which is pretty much done with. What are we going to do?

Well I, for one, am going to write, before we go to Guernsey that is, I'm going to write, and write and write and maybe get some of it down in an electronic medium which I can post.

So the darkness may well bring more posts to this blog. We will have to see.

(Test post for LiveWriter lol)

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