Summary: Charles confronts Jack about Montague, and Jack uses in masculine wiles to deflect, until....<br>
Fandom: Torchwood<br>
Spoilers: Major ones for the short story "The Baby Farm" from the novel
"Consequences". If you plan to read the book, consider carefully before
reading this.<br>
Genre: slash<br>
Characters/Pairing: Jack Harkness (John Barrowman)/Charlies Gaskell (Cornelius Macarthy), <br>
Implied Pairing: Alice Guppy (Amy Manson)/Emily Holroyd (Heather Craney)<br>
Note: Charles and Alice appeared in "Exit wounds", Alice and Emily appeared in "Fragments"<br>
Rating: FRT<br>
Warning: Not so much<br>
Challenge/Prompt: Torchwood - short story related - new book -
Consequences - The Baby Farmers - Am reading the first story inthe new
book released this month(?) that flashes back to the era when Jack
began working with Torchwood. brought back memories of those two tough
ladies Alice and Emily and I though I'd like to see them playing a
little cuddle games, so since I don't really do femme...well, here's
hoping some of you out there are willing to take pity on me and write
me some Alice and Emily, with maybe a dash of Charles playing with the
Torchwood "pet freak" as he fondly calls Jack. As usual, to keep the
story in line with the various lists, you may use the present day
pairing of your choice to keep Jack's place in time in balance. (or
post the story as OT) * New characters and pairing on wwombs: Alice
Guppy, Alice/Emily, Emily Holroyd, Charles Gaskell, Jack/Charles Gaskell<br>
Acknowledgments/Notes: General thanks to all of you folks who are
requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're
keeping the words flowing.<br>
Permission to archive to WWOMB: yes. Elsewhere with permission.<br>
Author's websites: <br>
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Disclaimer. Torchwood does not belong to me. no money made in this<br>
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Pet Freak<br>
by PEJA<br>
<br>
<br>
"Admiral Montague is dead."<br>
<br>
Jack Harkness never turned his attention away from the night sky, the
only sign that he may have even heard his visitor at all was when he
lifted his face until the moon bathed his eternal beauty in a halo of
angelic silvery light. This slight movement, however, got the response
he'd sought from the grim voiced man. Jack's sensual lips twitched ever
so slightly at the sound of his visitor's hitched breath, the heat of
his body coming to rest like a gentle caress at his back.<br>
<br>
"An animal attack, they're saying." Charles Gaskell murmured, trying
very hard to ignore the proud beauty as his dark hands moved up Jack's
blue shirt sleeves, not holding, simply ...brushing. A tease's touch.
"Brutal." He breathed into Jack's ear.<br>
<br>
Hedouisticly sensual before anything else, Jack luxurated to the
tremors Gaskell's warm breath sent racing through his slender body. <br>
<br>
"So tell me, Jack," Haskell nibbled at Jack's lobe, sending a new rush
of shudders through the other man. "Did you have anything to do with
the murder?"<br>
<br>
Jack let his head drop onto Gaskell's shoulder, turning his face into
the muscular neck. He breathed Gaskell's scent deeply, greedily through
both his nose and mouth before answering. "Does it matter?" <br>
<br>
Gaskelll's full lips pressed and lingered in Jack's dark hair. "So you did have a hand in it."<br>
<br>
"Let's just say I arranged an...introduction." Jack's soft tongue made
a leisurely swipe over Gaskell's neck, purring his enjoyment in the
taste of his young, breath-taking lover and drawing a responding growl
from the man holding him in a suddenly aggressive, possessive embrace.<br>
<br>
"An animal attack, Jack?" Gaskell managed to keep is focus. By the gritting of his strong white teeth.<br>
<br>
Jack turned in Gaskell's arms. He tilted his head seductively, slanting
a lusty glance through his dark lashes. Slathering on his impeccable
charm with a thick palate knife technique. "They were children,
Charlie. Innocent children." Diamond bright tears glistened in his
eyes. "Montague corrupted a regal race. Reduced a gentile, sentient
people to monsters." He released a shuddering sigh. "He got what he
deserved."<br>
<br>
"The man was ripped to shreds." Charlie's hands captured Jack's face,
forcing him to meet his eyes. "Alice said it looked like he was mauled
by sharks."<br>
<br>
"He got what he deserved." Jack ground out once more, glaring.
"What?" he demanded a storm brewing darkly in the blue of his eyes.
"What, Charlie? You saw what he was authorizing. You know the horror
he put those dead human babies through. He fed human infants to his
creations. He reduced the amphibian infants to barbaric, dangerous
animals. You want me to feel pity towards that....that pyscho-path? And
do you want to know why, Charlie? Do you? He did it to create an army
of what he considered animals. Small sacrifice, sending his genetically
mauled army to battle, as long as none of the realm elite had to serve.
"<br>
<br>
"You were there, as well. You saw....Jack, at the very least the
children on the Hades were alien, very probably savage...Most assuredly
dangerous. Christ's blood, man. They would have killed us if we hadn't
gotten off that ship."<br>
<br>
"Amd whose fault is that. They were children," Jack snapped. "Sentient children."<br>
<br>
"Alien children." <br>
<br>
Gaskell knew his fatal error the moment the unthinking words left his
lips. His knowing was confirmed as Jack stiffened in his arms. <br>
<br>
"Alien," Jack said without emotion. He didn't need emotion. Not when
it was all screaming from his stance, from his guarded glare. "Yes,
How foolish of me to forget.... all things alien are not ever to be
trusted, isn't that right, Gaskell? Used for Queen and country,
certainly. Captured, tortured, imprisoned, but never trusted as an
equal to the bloody superior human species."<br>
<br>
Oh, God, He hadn't mean it. <br>
<br>
Jack's harsh gaze reminded Charles that he may appear human, but he
only knew one man who ever died and walked the earth again, and that
was only once, not time after time. Jack may have the face of a fallen
angel, but he sure as hell was not of a heavenly mind-set. Not
according to any bible Gaskell had ever read.<br>
<br>
Some of what Gaskell was thinking must have showed on his face because
Jack shoved out of his arms, sneering. "Its like you always say,
Gaskell. I'm nothing more than the pet freak you all pet and stroke and
play with when you want something." He hissed. "That's all Jack
Harkness, alien, is always gonna be when it comes right down to it,
right? Torchwood's pet freak."<br>
<br>
"Jack," Gaskell reached for him, wanting nothing more than to kiss away the hurt he had put in those expressive blue eyes. <br>
<br>
Jack flinched away from his touch, backing away into a the shadows. "Go
away, Gaskell. Go fuck your pretty barmaid. Your human barmid."<br>
<br>
"Jack, please..."<br>
<br>
Jack shook his head, unable to speak past the tightness in his throat.
He snatched up his greatcoat and dashed from the room, leaving Gaskell
alone in the room. <br>
<br>
Alone to wonder if Jack would be back.<br>
<br>
God, Gaskell hoped against hope that he would. <br>
<br>
Three hours.<br>
<br>
He slumped down in the nearest chair. He would give Jack three ours
before he sought out Emily and Alice in their quarters, God save him,
for they had had that hungry look in their eyes as they retired tonight
and would not appreciate their games interrupted, and report him on the
run. Three hours before he set the might of Torchwood on his precious
Jack's heels. <br>
<br>
Please, God, let him be back before the ladies found out he was gone.<br>
<br>
He owed Jack that much.<br>
<br>
end<br>
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