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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-17 02:26 pm
sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-17 02:26 pm
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The Theory of Two Centres 7/8 - PRANK CHAPTER
Title: The Theory of Two Centres
Pairings: Canon. Set post-S2.
Summary: This is the JOKE chapter that I used in a Hallowe'en prank. It is NOT THE REAL CHAPTER SEVEN.
Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
la_rainette, adina_atl, and spiderine for advice on fighting, firearms, italics, titles, eggs, and grammar. All are important!
Chapter Seven
Martha was a cautious woman, he decided. A soldier. It showed in the way she walked; she never went through a door without looking around it first, checking for attackers. And yet, she was a doctor first, and it wouldn't be hard to throw her off...
"Jack?" Martha called, as she entered the Hub. "Ianto?"
"Down here," he yelled back. "In medical. Bit of an accident."
"Why didn't you call me?" she said, and he heard her footsteps hurrying forward. She was worried, she wasn't looking --
He stepped behind her as she reached the top of the stairs and brought the gun up, firing once, easily, into the back of her head. Her body slumped immediately, before she could even cry out. A shame to make a mess in the medical bay, but Gwen wouldn't get that far. Probably. And if she did...well, it'd been a long time since he'd gone hunting, really properly hunting.
"Had it under control," he said to the body on the floor.
He darted back to check the CCTV and saw Gwen's car pull past -- damn, she was moving faster than he'd anticipated.
"Gwen," he said, tapping the comm in his ear. "You about?"
"Yeah, just coming," she replied easily. "Why, another Egg come through already?"
"No, but there's something a bit weird in the cells."
"Where's Jack?"
"Archives with Martha. Come straight down and have a look?"
"Course," she replied, and he waited patiently, counting in his head, until he could hear her coming.
"Over here," he called. She redirected her steps from the front of the cells to the access ports at the rear.
Brute strength was never as sublime as trickery, and Gwen knew how to fight, he knew that. Still, she wasn't expecting Ianto Jones to grab her roughly by the arms and throw her against the wall. She was still gaping, her reactions slowed by the slam of her head on the stones, when he turned her and handcuffed her. She reacted a second too late, slamming her elbows apart just after he'd cinched the cuffs home. She did try to kick, but he kicked back, turning her again and jamming the barrel of the gun under her ribs. Her eyes rolled downwards.
"Adam," she grunted, still struggling, but Jones was pretty strong -- all that wrestling with Jack, probably -- and it wasn't hard to hold her in place.
Wasn't hard to slip his hand up around her throat and smile. Oh, it felt good to take the breath out of someone, it felt so much more real than pistols and stun-guns. She stopped struggling after a while, and then she stopped moving at all. When he let her go, her go her body tumbled down.
What a rush, what a surge of energy, and what a high. Even Jones, screaming inside his mind, beating on the barriers between them -- even that was something. He could play this again for his host, over and over, and feed on every ounce of horror. Jones was gentle by nature; the sensitive ones were always the best.
Speaking of which...
He left the body in the cells and hurried back to Jack. He caught him on a downswing -- dead, posioned by the chloroform -- and undid the belt buckle, removed the pad and tossed it aside. He straddled him and rested a hand on each shoulder, waiting. As soon as Jack gasped back to life he was there, sending tendrils into his mind, smiling gently and affectionately down at his Captain, oh yes, such a wonderful Captain.
"Hi," he said softly. Jack smiled up at him.
"Ianto," he said. "What're we doing on the floor?" A look of cheerful comprehension passed across Jack's face. "Wrestling? Hey -- did I get shot?"
"Earlier. Remember? I wanted you to prove you were alive afterwards."
"Right," Jack arched his back, pushing his hips up. "I can do that."
"Mm, not here. We were going to London on holiday tonight. Your bags are in the car. Up you come."
"Oh yes," Jack said, as he hauled him to his feet. "Up I come."
"If you're good," he whispered in Jack's ear, "I'll let you do that thing in the car you've been wanting to try."
He lifted Jack's coat from the tree and settled it around his shoulders, leading him towards the garage, carefully steering him around the medical bay and the body lying there.
Oh, yes. He would have no end of fun with Ianto Jones and Captain Jack Harkness.
***
Hi kids. Sam here. And if you've read this far, I have two words for you:
Happy Hallowe'en!
Okay, I know, I'm a bastard. This isn't the real chapter seven, obviously. I couldn't kill off Martha and Gwen! It's just a little prank. I haven't pulled one of these in years, and I thought maybe it was time I had a bit of fun. Besides, all the other pranks I've pulled have now disappeared into the ether -- or at least most of the comments have -- with the Hack.
The real chapter seven is posted here and picks up where chapter six left off. You will see a lot of similarities between this and the start of that one, but there are considerable differences as well. That chapter will link to chapter eight, which is posted right next to it. Couldn't have you all seeing it at the top of the Storyteller journal, after all.
Sorry. I couldn't resist. Forgive me?
Pairings: Canon. Set post-S2.
Summary: This is the JOKE chapter that I used in a Hallowe'en prank. It is NOT THE REAL CHAPTER SEVEN.
Notes: Thanks to
la_rainette, adina_atl, and spiderine for advice on fighting, firearms, italics, titles, eggs, and grammar. All are important! Chapter Seven
Martha was a cautious woman, he decided. A soldier. It showed in the way she walked; she never went through a door without looking around it first, checking for attackers. And yet, she was a doctor first, and it wouldn't be hard to throw her off...
"Jack?" Martha called, as she entered the Hub. "Ianto?"
"Down here," he yelled back. "In medical. Bit of an accident."
"Why didn't you call me?" she said, and he heard her footsteps hurrying forward. She was worried, she wasn't looking --
He stepped behind her as she reached the top of the stairs and brought the gun up, firing once, easily, into the back of her head. Her body slumped immediately, before she could even cry out. A shame to make a mess in the medical bay, but Gwen wouldn't get that far. Probably. And if she did...well, it'd been a long time since he'd gone hunting, really properly hunting.
"Had it under control," he said to the body on the floor.
He darted back to check the CCTV and saw Gwen's car pull past -- damn, she was moving faster than he'd anticipated.
"Gwen," he said, tapping the comm in his ear. "You about?"
"Yeah, just coming," she replied easily. "Why, another Egg come through already?"
"No, but there's something a bit weird in the cells."
"Where's Jack?"
"Archives with Martha. Come straight down and have a look?"
"Course," she replied, and he waited patiently, counting in his head, until he could hear her coming.
"Over here," he called. She redirected her steps from the front of the cells to the access ports at the rear.
Brute strength was never as sublime as trickery, and Gwen knew how to fight, he knew that. Still, she wasn't expecting Ianto Jones to grab her roughly by the arms and throw her against the wall. She was still gaping, her reactions slowed by the slam of her head on the stones, when he turned her and handcuffed her. She reacted a second too late, slamming her elbows apart just after he'd cinched the cuffs home. She did try to kick, but he kicked back, turning her again and jamming the barrel of the gun under her ribs. Her eyes rolled downwards.
"Adam," she grunted, still struggling, but Jones was pretty strong -- all that wrestling with Jack, probably -- and it wasn't hard to hold her in place.
Wasn't hard to slip his hand up around her throat and smile. Oh, it felt good to take the breath out of someone, it felt so much more real than pistols and stun-guns. She stopped struggling after a while, and then she stopped moving at all. When he let her go, her go her body tumbled down.
What a rush, what a surge of energy, and what a high. Even Jones, screaming inside his mind, beating on the barriers between them -- even that was something. He could play this again for his host, over and over, and feed on every ounce of horror. Jones was gentle by nature; the sensitive ones were always the best.
Speaking of which...
He left the body in the cells and hurried back to Jack. He caught him on a downswing -- dead, posioned by the chloroform -- and undid the belt buckle, removed the pad and tossed it aside. He straddled him and rested a hand on each shoulder, waiting. As soon as Jack gasped back to life he was there, sending tendrils into his mind, smiling gently and affectionately down at his Captain, oh yes, such a wonderful Captain.
"Hi," he said softly. Jack smiled up at him.
"Ianto," he said. "What're we doing on the floor?" A look of cheerful comprehension passed across Jack's face. "Wrestling? Hey -- did I get shot?"
"Earlier. Remember? I wanted you to prove you were alive afterwards."
"Right," Jack arched his back, pushing his hips up. "I can do that."
"Mm, not here. We were going to London on holiday tonight. Your bags are in the car. Up you come."
"Oh yes," Jack said, as he hauled him to his feet. "Up I come."
"If you're good," he whispered in Jack's ear, "I'll let you do that thing in the car you've been wanting to try."
He lifted Jack's coat from the tree and settled it around his shoulders, leading him towards the garage, carefully steering him around the medical bay and the body lying there.
Oh, yes. He would have no end of fun with Ianto Jones and Captain Jack Harkness.
***
Hi kids. Sam here. And if you've read this far, I have two words for you:
Happy Hallowe'en!
Okay, I know, I'm a bastard. This isn't the real chapter seven, obviously. I couldn't kill off Martha and Gwen! It's just a little prank. I haven't pulled one of these in years, and I thought maybe it was time I had a bit of fun. Besides, all the other pranks I've pulled have now disappeared into the ether -- or at least most of the comments have -- with the Hack.
The real chapter seven is posted here and picks up where chapter six left off. You will see a lot of similarities between this and the start of that one, but there are considerable differences as well. That chapter will link to chapter eight, which is posted right next to it. Couldn't have you all seeing it at the top of the Storyteller journal, after all.
Sorry. I couldn't resist. Forgive me?
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