Fic: Mission White-lighter...<br>by PEJA<br>Summary: Someone comes recruiting.<br>Rating: FRC<br>Fandoms: Charmed/Torchwood<br>Characters(Played by): Jack Harkenss(John Barrowman)/Ianto Jones(Gareth David-Lloyd), Odin(John de Lancie),<br>
Prompt: "Calling the Muse" <a href="http://forum.fanfiction.net/forum/Calling_the_Muse/75047">http://forum.fanfiction.net/forum/Calling_the_Muse/75047</a> Prompt posted by Blue eyes6 - Thursday, 5/13/10: First Charmed challenge: Instead of Leo, pick a male character to be the Halliwell sisters' Whitelighter. 150-200 words.<br>
Genre: slash<br>Disclaimer. Charmed and Torchwood do not belong to me. no money made in this<br>Chapter number if WIP: One-off<br>Permission to archive to WWOMB: Y<br>Comm/List Written for: <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cardiff_tales">http://community.livejournal.com/cardiff_tales</a> (and the "Calling The Muse site, of course)<br>
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<br><br>Jack Harkness stared at the entity who had appeared before him from out of thin air for a long moment then drew a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Interlacing his fingers over his flat, hard-body stomach, he tilted his head. His blue eyes slid over the robed being, watchful, expectant, waiting.<br>
<br>The man stood docilely enough, his hands folded before him. Also waiting. <br><br>"Captain Harkness," he said softly after few ticks of the clock, "The Elders have need of you."<br><br>Jack nodded, steepling his index fingers. "The Elders, you say?" He sprawled a bit more in his chair, his lips turning up in a slight smile. "And who might The Elders be, then?"<br>
<br>"We," The man's brows puckered in a growing scowl. "I am an elder."<br><br>Jack's gaze roamed over the man's face, taking note of the slight graying at his temples. "You don't look that old to me. A bit gray, but we all suffer from that ailment, don't we? What are you? forty-five, forty- six?"<br>
<br>"Age is...relevant. You should know that."<br><br>"Should I, Mister...?" He arched an inquisitive brow.<br><br>"Odin." The being supplied. "Yes, indeed. Just exactly how old are you, Mr. Harkness? 150 years? 200?”<br>
<br>Jack's bark of laughter propelled him to his feet. "Do I look that old to you?" He asked, his humor not anywhere near reaching his cold gaze. "What do you want, then Odin? I've got things," he smirked. "....People to do."<br>
<br>"I told you," Odin's voice was growing rough with frustration. "We have need of you."<br><br>"Cryptic much?"<br><br>The speaker's lilting Welsh tones sent a tremble of sensual excitement down Jack's spine and straight to his hyper-active groin. Chuckling, Jack threw a kiss at Ianto Jones who stood in the doorway to his office with a steaming cup of his infamous coffee. He loved that dour look of disdain Ianto wore in his best tea-boy fashion. The man could look down his fine aristo nose at even the gods.<br>
<br>Ianto moved on panther feet across the room to set the cup on Jack's desk. "Does your...guest require anything, Sir?" <br><br>"Me, apparently." Jack grinned cockily.<br><br>Ianto's icy blue glance traveled up Jack's muscular body. "Doesn't everyone?"<br>
<br>Jack caught the edge of anger in those soft-spoken words and knew he was in for a long session with Ianto once he got rid of the stranger. Not altogether a bad thing. Make-up sex was one of the better things about his fiery lover.<br>
<br>"Look, Odin, tell me..." He moved to wrap an arm around Ianto's waist. "Us...what this is about."<br><br>Odin scowled. "I have need of you."<br><br>"That's getting old," Jack slumped down in his chair once again, dragging Ianto down onto his lap. He turned the younger man's head, claiming a kiss that promised greater pleasure once they were alone. "Why do you need me?"<br>
<br>"I am an Elder. We who watch over the chosen ones. I have need of a white-lighter who can guide and instruct three young witches who are coming into their power. Three who must be safe-guarded at all cost. The chosen three. In exchange, I can offer you great power."<br>
<br>Jack snorted, shaking his head. "Don't want it."<br><br>"And life....?" <br><br>"Already have more than enough life, thank you."<br><br>Odin's scowl turned to a curious frown. "You are not...dead...? How can this be. I watched your death."<br>
<br>"Which one?" Jack hurled a barbed glare.<br><br>"Which....one...? But..."<br><br>"Hey, its been a laugh riot, really, but I can't help you. I've got a mission right here. Not about to sign up to body-guard three kids when I have a world to protect already. Find someone else."<br>
<br>Odin studied the man for a long moment then inclined his head in an accepting bow of a nod. "So be it." He vanished in a flash of blinding light.<br><br>Rubbing the spots from his eyes, Ianto cuddled down in Jack's embrace and murmured, "I thought he'd never leave."<br>
<br>Jack pressed a kiss onto Ianto's head, tightening his arms around the other man possessively. He had a feeling he'd just dodged a bullet with his name on it. It wasn't a nice feeling. "Shut up and kiss me like you mean it."<br>
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