So I’ve written my first Superwood Fic!

Ghosts and Demons: When Torchwood came into the warehouse the last thing they expected was a demon hunter that looked like a ghost from the past.

Much thanks to awabubbles for reading it over and jazzforthecaptain for reblogging the gifset that sparked this idea. And really they’re both like my superwood godparents or something, if you’re interested in superwood at all you should look at them both.

(and if you don’t know what superwood is, it’s Supernatural and Torchwood)

Teaser below the cut

The warehouse was like virtually any other from the outside, gray, slightly dilapidated and windowless. The sky was threatening rain later. Tosh checked her device again as they approached it. “The reading definitely came from inside.”

“Okay,” said Jack, “you know the drill. Let’s move.”

The team spread out. Ianto stayed close by Jack as they took the main entrance and stepped carefully into the warehouse, gun in his hands. He frowned at the strange markings on the concrete floor. Jagged lines and strange whorls hinted at some ancient mysticism. At least he was fairly certain that was paint.

Jack stepped next to him, taking in the symbols as well. “There,” he said, nodding deeper into the cavernous building, dotted here and there with large shipping containers. The rest of the team moved around the warehouse and Ianto could hear a woman’s voice, chanting in what sounded like Latin.

They moved closer, cautiously. A large container blocked their path, so Jack nodded him to one side. Ianto took the right, letting Jack take the lead. They could hear another voice now, begging, and then a heart wrenching scream.

The team rushed forward just as a cloud of smoke hit the ceiling and dissipated. “Drop your weapon!” shouted Jack at the woman standing in front of a bound man in a chair.

With her back still to them, the woman raised her hands, showing she was unarmed. Ianto was aware he was kicking something on the floor.Salt? Owen was already moving to check the man while Jack quickly patted the woman down. “What the hell is going on here?” He demanded, turning the woman to face him. She looked just like Lisa.