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The Silence of Death - scifi_muses

Character: Captain Jack Harkness
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: Work Safe
Word Count: 353
Prompt: You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do? ....Hades wk 16 for a_muse_meme

The Silence of Death

A sliver of bright white light broke from behind a jagged mountain top. The snow crusted peek sparkled as the star rose higher. The darkness of night in the valley was replaced by the first shadow of the day, cast by the single star as it had day in and out for eons. Fog twined between the few scraggly trees, their limbs stripped of bark and leaves that had survived the heat of the blast that had leveled the rest of the forest.

As the heat of the sun cut through the mist, a scrap of brightness fluttered on the breeze. The other colors that had made the flag had been charred away. Besides it a skeletal hand, the bones blacked by soot and seared flesh, gripped a useless gun. The weapon’s barrel warped by the heat that had killed the man who’d used it to kill half a dozen of the enemy.

No scavengers braved the field of death. No flies laid their eggs in what little meat was left on the bones of the dead. The silence was deafening as the sun climbed higher into the sky.

Then a cry of pain tore through the oppressive quiet. Another scream, this time filled with rage and loss echoed from one side of the battlefield to the other bouncing off the valley walls. In the middle of a sea of corpses, a man struggled to his knees. His clothing was nothing more than ribbons of blackened fabric.

But unlike his clothing, there wasn’t a scratch on the man. As he climbed, naked to his feet, his dark hair blew away from his face. He raised a hand to shade his fever bright blue eyes. A trail of tears ran down his cheeks.

“You idiots!” He screamed to the heavens. Kicking out, he sent a soldier’s helmet skittering across the scorched earth, noticing too late that the man’s head was still inside of it. “Dead, all of you dead!”

Captain Jack Harkness glared at the carnage around him, and started walking. He prayed that he’d find someone left alive before the sun went down.
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Altoids Anyone? for scifi_muses Week 17

Character: Captain Jack Harkness
Fandom: Torchwood and a little bit of Farscape for the aliens
Rating: Work Safe
Word Count: 443
Prompt: Wicked Witch or no Wicked Witch, guards or no guards, I'll tear them apart. I may not come out alive, but I'm going in there... Lion for a_muse_meme

Things were so much simpler before they came into my life. Caring only about me and having a ball screwing anyone who interested me. By that I mean all three kinds of screwing – with, over and around. But they’d ruined all of that, making me give a damn about people. I liked it better before. Of course before Rose and the Doctor I could die too.

Rain was pouring down, sending a chill down into my bones. It was going to take a few years of hot baths to get warm again or a lot of snuggling. Then again snuggling in the bathtub could be fun too.

“Jack!” Owen poked me in the side with an elbow. It should have hurt, but all I felt was the icy touch of the dead. “Are you in there?”

“Yes, I’m in here.” Gritting my teeth, I turned to look at him. “I liked you better when you were a zombie, Owen.”

“You never liked me at all. If that was me in there, would you be out here?”

I watched as half a dozen Scarran troops tromped by their boots splashing in the puddles while the rain steamed on their scorching skin. “You’re wrong, Owen. I would have come for you if I could have.”

“Ah but you didn’t say you liked me.”

“This isn’t the time for you to get an ego stroke, Owen. Ianto and Gwen are in there, and they need me.”

“They’ll burn you alive, Jack. Trust me, it’s not a good way to go.”

“I know that.” I grabbed the fender of the truck I was hiding behind. The paint had been blistered and peeled away by the intense heat of a Scarran heat ray. Hopefully my skin wouldn’t suffer the same fate. “I’ve been burned before, Owen. Now go haunt someone who isn’t about to face a battalion of evil aliens who are here to take over the earth.”

Picking up a rifle from a fallen member of UNIT, I dodged between another pair of burned out vehicles. My target was simple. I had to get to the door. My friends were behind that door, and it didn’t matter how many of the ugly things were trying to stop me. A blast of heat, stinking of raw meat hit near my shoulder as I reached for the door. The skin on the back of my hand peeled back, and I had to grit my teeth not to scream.

“Advanced civilization,” I snarled as I turned and shot in one easy motion. The bullet caught the Scarran right between the beady eyes. “You’d think you’d learn about proper dental hygiene.”
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Which Torchwood Character Are You?
Your Result: Captain Jack Harkness
 

You most resemble the team's outrageous, mysterious leader. Cheeky, sexy, and charming, people are drawn to your charisma, but at the same time you tend to keep your relationships superficial. You aren't afraid of your emotions and tend to just let them out, but you are afraid of truly connecting with those around you.

Owen Harper
 
Ianto Jones
 
Toshiko Sato
 
Gwen Cooper
 
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Captains Crossing - Firefly and TW Crossover - Part Two

Character: Malcolm Reynolds and Jack Harkness
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity and Torchwood
Shared fic by cptmalreynolds and eatsalienmeat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 613
Prompt: House of the Rising Son Vol1.week13 for a_muse_meme, #55 Sight for joss100 63/100
Setting: After the Big Damned Movie

Part One - by eatsalienmeat

Part Two - by cptmalreynolds
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Captains Crossing - Firefly and TW Crossover - Part One

Character: Captain Jack Harkness, Malcolm Reynolds, and Saffron
Shared Fic: Written w/ cptmalreynolds
Fandom: Torchwood and Firefly
Spoilers: if you haven't seen Firefly yet, what's wrong with you? No spoilers for TW.
Rating: Work Safe
Word Count: 457
Prompt: I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!... Captain Renault aka Louis for a_muse_meme

The Game -
At least the terraforming on Bellerophon had come out nice. It was a vast improvement to when he’d been conned into playing cards on Haven. What a mess that had been, and Captain Jack Harkness was still embarrassed that he’d gone along with it. How mankind had come to this new ‘Verse would have been beyond him if he hadn’t lived through it. Five hundred years, an exodus to a new solar system, and it was still a dog eat dog world where the rich got rich and the poor suffered for not being rich. Jack might have tried to tread on the straight and narrow during the 21st century, but this was the 26th it was a whole new ball game.

He leaned back in his seat, and fingered the stack of Alliance coins in front of him. They weren’t bothering with chips. There was no reason too. It was a good dishonest game of poker between men of means. Using chips would have been old hat. It was better to see the real money on the table.

The game was late getting started. Jack didn’t like it when things started late. It meant something had gone wrong somewhere, and usually that meant there was a target on his back. He hoped not. He liked the blue suit he was wearing. It went well with his long blue coat. It wasn’t his original World War One coat of course, that had long ago rotted away with most of the conscience the Doctor had instilled in him.

“So where is this guy?” Jack asked after tossing back the last of his third drink. “I’ve got a game to run here.”

“He’ll be here,” his partner said, as she settled down across his lap. Her red hair was curled in finger waves that reminded him of the flappers he’d played with during the Roaring Twenties. She was a dishonest as his life was long, but Jack liked Bridget just fine. Or Yolanda. Or Saffron, or whatever her name was. She was using Juliet now. “I’m glad you’re going to help me with this, Jack. I owe Malcolm Reynolds. I want to take away everything he cares about.”

“One of these days, princess,” he said, kissing her lips soundly. “You’re going to have to tell me why you hate the man so much.”

“Someday I might tell you, but until then we’ve got a ship to steal. A niou-se to humiliate in the process. This is going to be so much fun.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” Jack picked her up and set her on feet. “Best get out of sight. If he sees you, this whole game will be over before it even starts.”
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Dating the Detective

Character: Captain Jack Harkness
Word Count: 456
Rating: G
Prompt: Sobbing Angel for deviant_muses
Notes: After - They Keep Killing Suzie

Oh she’d heard about me all right. I could see it in the little crinkles around her pretty dark eyes as she tried her best to pretend that she didn’t like the way I was flirting with her. Daphne Swanson was a beautiful woman, quite possibly the prettiest police detective I’d ever met. Too bad we had a serial killer to find, a serial killer that was daring us to find him every time he wrote ‘Torchwood’ on the wall of his victim’s home with blood. But we’d tidied that up, we always did. Sure we’d had to kill Suzie again and nearly lost Gwen in the process, but I did get to have some fun with Ianto in my office.

Now here I was giving into temptation, sitting across a small round table in an expensive Italian restaurant while detective Swanson checked a message on her cell phone. I hoped to hell it wasn’t a call from the department. The last thing I wanted was for our date to end before it even started.

“Trouble?” I asked her she folded the sleek black phone shut. “I’m guessing not since your eyes aren’t sparkling.”

“Sparkling?” she scoffed. This poor woman had never been flirted with enough. Was every other creature she’d encountered oblivious. “My eyes do not sparkle. They’re just brown.”

“There is nothing about you that is just brown.” I was laying it on thick, but she was so deserving of the attention. “I’m glad you said yes about dinner.”

“Well how could I say no?” Daphne’s eyes did shine then as she picked up her wine to sip from the glass. The burgundy glowed in the candlelight. “We have read poetry to each other haven’t we? Hardly fair of me to say no to you after that.”

“Well let’s have a drink to being fair.” The wine was just the right sweetness. I wondered what it was going to taste like on her lips. We both sat back as our dinners arrived at the table, keeping me from leaning over to find out what she did taste like. “And dinner of course is served.”

“So it is,” she said with a sad sigh. That made me smile. Maybe she was wondering what I tasted like too. “After dinner would you like to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful night.”

“I think I’d like that. It is a pretty night. ” Translation, yes please a walk under the stars through the park was always a nice way to spend a romantic evening. I popped a ravioli into my mouth to keep from adding that the night wasn’t as pretty as she was. That would have been over the top and even corny by my standards.

Two glasses of wine, two plates of ravioli and a shared tiramisu, the pretty detective and I were strolling through the park. She shivered when we stopped near the statue of the sobbing angel, and I placed my long blue coat over her shoulders letting my hands stay on her arms for a few more moments before I kissed the skin below her ear.

“Come home with me?” she asked turning around to face me. Now her eyes were sparkling just the way I liked.

“You only had to ask.”