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kittysorceress) wrote2007-08-14 10:18 pm
kittysorceress) wrote2007-08-14 10:18 pm
Torchwood/Hornblower AU Crossover Fic
This is a ficlet which was inspired by mylodon 's Daft Fic. It will make no sense without reading the original and the best.
Title: A daft conversation...
Pairings: Archie/Horatio, Jack/Ianto, implied Jack/Archie
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg (never thought I'd write that) and general silliness. Also, unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
mylodon 's Daft Fic. It will make no sense without reading the original and the best.Title: A daft conversation...
Pairings: Archie/Horatio, Jack/Ianto, implied Jack/Archie
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg (never thought I'd write that) and general silliness. Also, unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“Jack Harkness is a right bastard. I don’t know why I’ve put up with him, he’s always been too much... and then this happens!” Ianto looked woefully at his swollen belly. “If I didn’t love him so very much, I would kill him.”
“Fat lot of use that would be, my Horatio learned that first-hand,” replied Archie, putting a comforting hand over that of his new friend.
“With set-squares, so I hear – it was quite the tale in at the Hub. Where ever did you find such an agreeable fellow as Dr Hornblower? You really are very lucky.” His tone became bitterer. “I should like to have a lover so devoted to only me.”
“I don’t know whether handing one a jellyfish-coated embryo is really counted as a dalliance, Mr Jones. Jack thinks very highly of you, after all, he did bring you here for your own comfort during confinement.”
“Well, would look silly in 2007 wearing an embroidered dressing gown. I miss my three-piece suits, and I’m not stooping so low as to wear a dress to suitably clothe my – er – changing figure.”
“You and me both, my friend. Tell me more about the future; it’s not as if either of us is seriously going to move from these chairs for a while. I feel and look like a whale!”
“A whale with a purpose, I must say, and a very handsome whale at that.” The man in question blushed good-naturedly.
“Don’t let Horatio catch you saying that, he’ll be after you with the set-squares next.”
“I’m not quite as immortal as dear Captain Jack.”
“I feared as much.” They both laughed.
After a moment of silence, as Archie took up the play he had been re-reading and Ianto sat knitting an assortment of baby garments, the latter broke the silence. “I was thinking that when my time comes, I want to keep the child.”
“I beg your pardon? Why would you do something like that?”
“Well...” Ianto looked a little like a man being court-marshalled, “Unlike your little guest, mine is really mine... that is, the child is mine and Jack’s. I’d like to give being a father a chance. Maybe Jack will stay then, not run off so much.”
Archie felt his heart break, such words of desperation from someone so very much in love with the con-man. “Ianto Jones, do whatever your heart tells you to, I am not here to judge you.”
“I think I will keep the baby and hope for the best. Thank you, you’re a true friend.”
“As are you. I offer you my condolences though, that you’re going to have to put up with Jack for the rest of your life.”
“Ah, well, I’ve learned that Jack Harkness will screw over a lot of people in this world. There’s only a few he’ll take that phrase a little more literally for.”
“You should truly feel honoured.”
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I loved the bit about them sitting and Ianto making baby clothes. And Archie calling whatshischeese 'My Horatio' like a certain person says 'My Scott'. But the baby thing won't work to keep him, Ianto. *sniffs*
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But this time, really after exams... I've got to write some geography essays now.
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And good luck with the exams. (We are awaiting eldest's GCSE results...)