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petraTitle: In thy orisons (300 words)
Fandom: The Dark is Rising (decades later)/Torchwood
Summary: It took Bran two readthroughs of the contract to realize what he'd got into by joining Torchwood, and it didn't seem quite real until he saw both Harkness and Stanton gunned down.
Spoilers: For the ending of the Dark is Rising sequence, in a way.
Rating: All ages
Bran had almost recovered from the staggering coincidence of finding Will Stanton again, in Cardiff, of all places, when he fell into the man's arms in a dead faint and woke up in the strangest room he'd ever seen.
"He stays," Will said, and though he wasn't in charge of the operation, no one argued.
It took Bran two readthroughs of the contract to realize what he'd got into by joining Torchwood, and it didn't seem quite real until he saw both Harkness and Stanton gunned down.
Only to rise again.
"I can't do that," Bran said, half-laughing.
"You've other skills," Will said, and Bran looked away rather than let himself blush. He didn't trust Harkness to keep his damned mouth shut about anything personal, but it was one thing to be sure he'd gossip, and another to have Will know.
"Not exactly useful in the field, those," Bran said, keeping his voice mild.
Will raised an eyebrow at him, his expression entirely at odds with the gentle one he affected when he was reassuring civilians of this or that. "Those aren't the ones I meant."
Bran pushed down his dark glasses -- an affectation that had never seemed more in keeping with his profession before -- and blinked at him. "What, then?"
He wasn't expecting a light touch to his forehead, nor to find himself falling into Will's arms again.
At least this time the bastard said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
When Bran woke up, he had quite a few things to say to Will about the matter, and a lot of other matters that had unfortunately been on hold for a long while.
He also had a lot of swearing to do, both at Will and at Harkness, who refused him even a single dose of Retcon and insisted on learning all about his capabilities.
Bran only managed not to kill them both by the sheer weight of chivalry.
Fandom: The Dark is Rising (decades later)/Torchwood
Summary: It took Bran two readthroughs of the contract to realize what he'd got into by joining Torchwood, and it didn't seem quite real until he saw both Harkness and Stanton gunned down.
Spoilers: For the ending of the Dark is Rising sequence, in a way.
Rating: All ages
Bran had almost recovered from the staggering coincidence of finding Will Stanton again, in Cardiff, of all places, when he fell into the man's arms in a dead faint and woke up in the strangest room he'd ever seen.
"He stays," Will said, and though he wasn't in charge of the operation, no one argued.
It took Bran two readthroughs of the contract to realize what he'd got into by joining Torchwood, and it didn't seem quite real until he saw both Harkness and Stanton gunned down.
Only to rise again.
"I can't do that," Bran said, half-laughing.
"You've other skills," Will said, and Bran looked away rather than let himself blush. He didn't trust Harkness to keep his damned mouth shut about anything personal, but it was one thing to be sure he'd gossip, and another to have Will know.
"Not exactly useful in the field, those," Bran said, keeping his voice mild.
Will raised an eyebrow at him, his expression entirely at odds with the gentle one he affected when he was reassuring civilians of this or that. "Those aren't the ones I meant."
Bran pushed down his dark glasses -- an affectation that had never seemed more in keeping with his profession before -- and blinked at him. "What, then?"
He wasn't expecting a light touch to his forehead, nor to find himself falling into Will's arms again.
At least this time the bastard said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
When Bran woke up, he had quite a few things to say to Will about the matter, and a lot of other matters that had unfortunately been on hold for a long while.
He also had a lot of swearing to do, both at Will and at Harkness, who refused him even a single dose of Retcon and insisted on learning all about his capabilities.
Bran only managed not to kill them both by the sheer weight of chivalry.
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Date: 2008-12-08 01:22 am (UTC)I would LOVE to read this written out as the long epic it wants to be. I adore Will and Jack shaking Bran's foundations and Torchwood being the venue for Bran recovering the lost secret of his birth. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. ♥
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Date: 2008-12-08 01:30 am (UTC)This would be an excellent epic, but oh, if I had to watch Torchwood s2 I think parts of my brain would atrophy. If you want to play with it, it's all yours. <3
Thank you for taking a chance on my cracktastic idea.
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Date: 2008-12-08 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 11:18 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-12-08 07:56 am (UTC)(PS, the first thing I'm going to do when I finish off Silver on the Tree is reread the fic you wrote for these books. DON'T THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN.)
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Date: 2008-12-08 02:31 pm (UTC)I *adore* you, Petra.
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Date: 2008-12-08 03:56 pm (UTC)But it suffers from shortness. Needs more establishing info. What does Bran remember when he walks in? Has he met Jack before? How long from seeing Will again does this conversation occur? What profession was that? (And yes, I can infer, but it's clunky.) Also... some clue about the things that had been on hold?
I love the last line. And the penultimate line.
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Date: 2008-12-08 06:59 pm (UTC)And the last line makes me positively gleeful.
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Date: 2008-12-08 08:48 pm (UTC)But does Jack believe that Bran is the Pendragon, and Will is an Old One, and both have power from the Light - or is he just treating them as weird part-human beings?