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When I saw this weeks superwholockthecomic prompt I knew I had to do demon-possessed Jack Harkness:

Jack Harkness stumbled down the hallway. This hunt had been shit from the get go. And now he was separated from the others and he had this asshole in his head.

Oh come on I’m your new best friend.

This was worse than the time he’d had to share a mind with John for a day. They really needed to figure out how to get an anti-possession symbol on or in him somewhere.

But then you’d miss out on all the fun.

Jack cursed in several colorful languages, struggling against the cloud enveloping his mind. In frustration he knocked his head against the wall.

The demon laughed and gripped harder, making Jack stumble. Just give in. We could accomplish so much.

“No,” growled Jack aloud. He’d reached his goal room and threw himself sprawling into the middle of the floor as the demon got ahold of his limbs. With a cackle, the demon got Jack to his feet…and could go no further.

Look up, thought Jack.

The demon did so with Jack’s eyes. A devil’s trap was painted on the ceiling. Now it was the demons turn to curse.

Hope you’re comfy. We might be here a while.

They were still standing there twenty minutes later when Sam and Dean came into the room, looking worse for wear. “Jack?” Asked Sam, taking a step closer until Dean put a hand on his arm.

“Not Jack,” Dean nodded curtly at the trap on the ceiling.

“Hey Sammy,” the demon grinned with Jack’s voice, eyes flashing black before returning to blue.

“Where’s Jack?” Sam frowned.

“Oh, you know the answer to that already.”

Just stab me, Jack thought hard at the two hunters.

The demon laughed. “He wants you to kill him. Humans. Though there is something different about this one.”

“There is,” Castiel was suddenly standing behind Jack. The demon turned, smile on his face.

Dean moved fast, plunging the demon-killing blade just under his ribs.

Thanks, thought Jack as he fell.

He gasped awake a minute later with Sam cradling his head and Castiel crouching next to him. Sam was glaring at Dean. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, actually I do.” He was wiping Jack’s blood from the blade.

Jack struggled to his feet. “Try not to make a habit of it.” He had a monster headache, pun unintended.

“No promises. At least until we can figure out how to keep you from getting possessed.”

“Fair,” muttered Jack, pushing himself away from the others and heading outside.

Sam looked at Dean as he walked away. “You enjoyed that.”

“Stabbing Captain Cheesecake? Maybe a little. Not like it sticks.”

Glaring at him again, Sam went to follow after him. Castiel stepped closer to Dean. “Perhaps you should think about that.” He followed after Sam and Jack.

“Well maybe he should think about not flirting with everyone and being a pain in my ass,” muttered Dean, finishing cleaning up.

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A little fic for fanwork friday:

A Night in Cardiff – Sherlock and John run into Jack and Ianto in Cardiff

teaser below the cut

John giggled as he finished off his pint. “I am drunk, in a bar, in Cardiff.”

Sherlock was several sheets to the wind himself and regarded John with a frown. “Why is Cardiff important?”

“It’s Wales. I can’t read the language when I’m sober. Who needs so many consonants?” He wasn’t aware of a few of the locals turning to look at him.

Sherlock, drunk or not, was aware. “John.”

“What? When can we go back to London?” He leaned close to Sherlock and put a hand on his knee. “Or maybe we can go back to the hotel.”

A chair scraped across the floor and one of the locals stood. Before either of them could react, a man in a greatcoat swept in and put an arm around John. “There you are!” Another man in a suit stepped close to Sherlock. The greatcoat smiled at John. “Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?”

John blinked, dazzled. “John Watson.”

“He’s a Captain too,” added Sherlock.

“Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers,” said John, straightening.

“Nice to meet you Captain John Watson. This is Ianto Jones.” John found himself steered out of the bar. “And you must be Sherlock Holmes,” Jack turned to Sherlock.

“John is fine,” he muttered.

“You’re Torchwood.” Sherlock sounded much more sober.

Jack’s smile didn’t fade. “And you’re Mycroft’s infamous little brother.”

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Quick ficlet for fanwork friday:

Jack stood on the cliff edge and watched the galaxy rise over the perfectly flat lake, reflecting blue and purple and the spread of stars. There was a flutter of wings and he reached automatically for Cas’s hand.

There was hesitation, but Castiel stepped up next to him. Jack could imagine the shadow of his wings covering him, noticing how the breeze lessened. They remained silent as the galaxy ascended, bright enough that the night needed no moon.

Suddenly, the lake began to light up, as if there were new stars being born alongside the reflections. Jack pointed and heard Cas’ breath catch as they watched the lights bloom until the lake was on fire, nearly too bright to look at, washing out the stars above. Instinctively, Castiel turned Jack towards his chest, shielding the human, until the lights began to fade.

When Jack blinked his eyes clear he smiled at Castiel, who was watching the lake with deep concentration.

“They bloom every two hundred years,” said Jack, finally breaking the silence.

“I see why you called me here.” Castiel’s voice was gentle, full of wonder.

Jack softly kissed him. “I figured even angels haven’t seen everything.”

They lapsed into silence again, taking a seat on the cool ground and watching the night pass by.

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I was going to write more on this, but I’ve just been to sick to focus on much. So for fanwork friday, a HS AU:

Sam sighed as he trudged up the steps. New high school, more people that would just call him a freak. Dean walked just ahead of him and reached for the door. It opened suddenly and a broad, dark haired, blue eyed young man in a letterman jacket that looked about Dean’s age all but burst out the door. “Hello there,” he smiled, glancing at Dean before fixing on Sam in a way that made the freshman shiver. “Jack Harkness, and who are you?” He stuck out his hand

“Sam…Sam Winchester.” Sam shook, still a bit stunned. Dean put himself in between his brother and Jack before Sam could take his hand.

“And I’m Dean.”

“Glad to meet you both,” Jack said smoothly, guiding them inside. “Heard we were getting some new students, let me show you around.”

Dean extracted himself. “I’m fine, come on Sam.”

Sam looked between them. “Might be interesting.”

“Can always use more guys trying out for the football team,” said Jack, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah, I don’t play well with others.” He reached for Sam’s arm.

Sam shook him off. “I’m fine, What were you going to show me, Jack?”

“Oh I could show you lots of things,” he winked at Sam and pulled him away while Dean was still sputtering.

Sam followed Jack down the hall. He seemed to know everyone and everyone gave Jack a genuine smile. For the first time in a long time he started to feel like maybe he had a chance at a school. They walked by an open door and there was a teacher standing in front of the class. “Physics. Physsssics, Physics…” Jack chuckled. fondly “That’s the Doctor.”

“Doctor Who?”

“Just the Doctor.”

Sam was confused. “Okay.”

They came around the corner and found Dean talking to another dark haired, blue eyed guy. “I see you’ve met Castiel,” grinned Jack. Castiel adjusted his glasses and his books. “Morning Jack.”

“And good morning to you,” grinned Jack. Sam could see Dean’s hackles were raised. Jack saw a couple girls walking down the hall. “Donna, Martha, couple new kids, Dean and Sam Winchester”

“Nice to meet you.” said Martha. Donna gave Jack a smile, he gave her a wink back.

“Girlfriend?” asked Sam.

“Naw,” said Jack. He nodded at a man in a suit. “Assistant Principle Mycroft  Holmes . He keeps a close eye on things. Rumor has it he’s either psychic or just has sources everywhere. That’s his brother, Sherlock.” The slender man was walking down the hall with a short blonde. “And that’s John, he’s on the football team too. Everyone thinks they should just get together already,” Jack chuckled and waved back as John spotted him, hurrying in Sherlock’s wake.

“What’s your first class?”

Sam pulled out his schedule. “Uh, biology.”

Jack looked over his shoulder. “John, Martha and Owen are in that class, they’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about Owen, he’s always cranky, especially first period.” He walked Sam to  the door and caught John walking in. “John, this is Sam, he’s new.”

John gave a smile. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others. See you at lunch, Jack.”

**

Sam walked into the lunchroom later on a bit nervous all over again. Jack came in behind him. “How are classes going?”

“Fine, so far.”

“Good, good,” Jack got in line behind him and then steered him over to a table stuffed full of people. Somehow they still found room. Jack pulled out a sucker and tossed to someone walking by. “Gabriel, one of Castiel’s brothers.” Gabriel gave Jack a grin and nod before sitting at nearby table.

“Where’s Rose?” asked Jack looking around.

“Talking to Dean Winchester,” said Gwen, gesturing over.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.”

“Dean can be pretty persuasive sometimes with girls,” admitted Sam.

“Well I’m sure Rose can take care of herself,” said Jack, digging into his lunch. The table chatter picked up, everyone treating Sam like he’d been there all along.

**

“That Jack Harkness is full of himself,” groused Dean as Sam met him outside of school.

“Seems nice to me,” Sam shrugged. “They all do.”

“Buncha jocks, think a football jacket is all there is to life. They’ve got no idea.”

“Well I’d like to go to college,” admitted Sam.

Dean stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

Sam shrugged and stuffed his hands in his coat. “Don’t tell Dad.”

“I won’t.” They started walking back to the apartment they were staying at in silence.

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FANWORK FRIDAY: DE-AGING SUPERWHOLOCK

superwholockthecomic:

A lot of people have been asking for this, so this week is your chance! Baby Winchesters! High school Baker Street boys! TARDIS teens! Hanging out, having slumber parties, making pillow forts, saving the world—Make it adorable and make it so!

You can use the versions of the characters that appear in the comic or just play in the general SWLverse, it’s up to you. And if you don’t dig the theme you can always send in more random askbox fics or do something based on the comic, believe me, I don’t mind! So:

  1. Write fics (askbox length or full) make gifs, draw things, and generally do what you do.
  2. Submit your awesome thing here or post it to your own blog by Friday with #superwholockthecomic as one of the first five tags.
  3. Get your work featured on the blog on Friday and get a teaser for the comic in your inbox as a reward!

Make art, have fun, and be fab! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

For those of you who like getting an early start, next week will be a species change AU, like mermaids or elves or timelords etc. 

And I’m gonna send out a big batch of overdue teasers after Friday!

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Fanwork Friday this week is career change, with the idea of putting them into another ‘verse. awabubbles convinced me to do a superwood in Firefly, and something–tookish had the brilliant idea of making John Hart my Jayne:

“I have had nothing but trouble since you two came on board!” Jack raged, swaggering towards the young man standing in front of him. “You and your brother are nothing but trouble, and I should just let the Alliance have you both.”

“But you won’t,” said Dean, fire sparking in his own eyes as he tried to stay calm.

“Your brother is crazy,” said John Hart, checking one of his guns.

Dean swung around at him. “Sam isn’t crazy. And how do we know it wasn’t you that tipped off the Alliance?”

“Enough,” growled Jack, aware the others were watching them on the catwalk above. Shepherd Castiel leaned on the rail next to Ianto, looking as put together as ever, Gwen was his second in command and Tosh took care of the engines. Owen was his pilot. “Take care of your brother, the rest of you get back to work.” Jack stalked towards the bridge.

Ianto slipped next to him. “I need to know where we’re going next so I can arrange clients.”

Jack stopped and looked at him, wondering once again what Ianto was doing as a Companion. “Badger has some work for us, so that’s where we’re going.”

“Thank you, Captain,” he said formally, turning to go back to his room. Jack watched him walk away.

“I don’t know why you don’t take advantage of that,” John appeared next to him, leering.

“He’s off limits to crew, you know that.” Jack suddenly grabbed the front of John’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall. “You better not be selling out Dean and Sam. They’re on this ship, they’re crew. Dean pulls his weight around here. You sell them out,  you sell all of us.”

“I know, I know, Captain. Fact still stands that Sam’s nuts.”

“When I want your opinion I’ll tell you what it is. Leave Dean and Sam alone.” Jack turned towards the bridge again.

Cas stopped him just as he turned another corner. “I do hope you are not seeking to remove Sam from this vessel.”

“Of course not, Shepherd.  Just don’t need more attention on ourselves. “

There was a loud clang from the engine room. “Tosh?” Jack headed down to investigate.

“Everything’s shiny,” said Tosh, vanishing around behind some equipment.

Jack shook his head and turned back for the bridge.

Gwen stopped him just before he got there. “You have John under control?”

“Leave John to me, Gwen.”

She looked him in the eyes, then relented, letting him finally reach the bridge. Owen was sitting at the pilot’s console. “We’ll be there in about five hours.”

“Were you planning on berating me too?”

Owen shrugged. “I’ll let Gwen handle that.” He got up. “Badger knows we’re coming.” He wandered off, leaving the Captain alone.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Jack jumped as he raised his head and found Sam watching him. “No, I’m not kicking you and your brother off,” he said gently.

Sam curled up in the pilot’s seat, surprisingly well, considering his size. He watched the stars go by. Jack reached over and patted his knee. “You’re both safe here, far as I’m concerned.”

He didn’t respond to the touch or the words. Jack sighed and leaned back, watching the view as well and enjoying the brief moment of quiet.

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And this is the other Valentine’s Day fanwork friday. Jack/Cas, and this one’s a bit more angst, also on AO3

The first time Castiel came for Jack on Valentine’s day it was 2010. They’d worked together a couple times in the year since Ianto’s death, but he wasn’t really looking for anything when the fourteenth of February came around.

But then Castiel was there, appearing literally on his doorstep. Jack stepped back and let him in, going to sit on the scratchy mattress. Castiel sat next to him and merely took his hand. Jack took a ragged breath, leaned on the angel’s shoulder, and for the first time, started to cry.

–

The next time they met up it was 1937. War was on the horizon and Jack was working undercover. He couldn’t really change anything, of course, but there was still work he could do. So he was more than a bit shocked to walk into a tavern in the south of France and find Castiel standing at the bar with two glasses of wine.

Jack gave a tiny smile and took a glass from him. “It is Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

Jack raised his glass in a toast. “Come on back to mine tonight?”

He nodded and they drained their glasses and at least for that one night Jack truly had comfort.

–

Early in 2217, Jack was working at a bar on station orbiting a small blue planet when a familiar face walked in. He smiled broadly and poured two glasses of wine for old time’s sake. “Castiel.”

“Jack.” He sipped his wine and Jack could tell the years hadn’t all been easy on him, angel or no. They chatted a bit and that night Jack was the one giving comfort to Castiel.

–

Back to 1974. Jack was spending Valentine’s Night chasing down an alien in the streets of London. He’d narrowly avoided himself a week earlier, but he knew exactly where his current self was spending the night. He cornered it in an alley and prepared to take it, only to be jumped by a second one from behind. He fought them both, but a knife (or was it a claw?) found his heart and they left him dead with the trash.

He gasped awake to Castiel holding his hand. He smiled ruefully. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Castiel helped him up, checking him for other wounds, even though there wouldn’t be any. “They have returned to their ship, they will not be a bother to you or anyone else.”

“You took care of them? Thank you.”

Castiel merely inclined his head and helped Jack back to his flat, where he stayed until dawn.

–

In 4207, Jack kicked open a door. The handful of demons turned to the human, one of them scoffing. He fought (perhaps ironically) like a man possesed, not stopping until every one of them was dead. Only then did he move to release their prisoner.

“Knew you’d come,” said Castiel.

Jack kissed him. “Don’t talk, save your strength.” He helped Castiel to his feet, out the door, and into his ship.

Castiel touched his cheek. “By Earth calendars, today is Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s our lucky day,” smiled Jack, kissing his hand and worriedly watching the angel fall asleep.

–

At a Valentine’s Day dance in London, 2003, Jack slowly danced with Castiel. He leaned in and stole a kiss, glad that this was a time and place where he could be himself with Cas.

“I’ll try not to chase any aliens tonight,” he smiled.

Castiel gave him a look. The song ended and Jack took Castiel’s hand, twirling him. They retreated to the side and each took a glass of wine.

“To stolen moments,” said Jack.

“Wherever they might be,” answered Castiel.

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Fanwork Friday is Valentine’s Day, so of course I wrote two things. This one is Jack/Sam fluff, also on AO3:

Sam came into the bunker with two bags of groceries. He put everything away before noticing a little pink card on the table. It had his name on the back in Jack’s nearly unreadable scrawl. Smiling, he opened it and found Batman glaring at him. “Bat-Mine,” it said. Below that was the title of a book.

Shaking his head, Sam headed to look for the title. Clearly Jack was planning something. He had some trouble finding it, but eventually he located it on the bottom corner of a shelf. Opening it up, another card fell out. “Have a Super Valentine’s Day.” This one had Superman on it. After a lot of squinting he realized the next clue was a movie.

Sam went to hunt it down, wondering what exactly would lie at the end of this. Of course the movie was a romantic comedy. The kind of movie Dean would vehemently deny being within five hundred feet of. Sam had enjoyed The Decoy Bride himself, and it was one he and Jack had watched a few times over. Opening the case he found a Spider-Man card.  “You Caught me in Your Web.” The clue led to the firing range.

It took some digging around to find the next pink card, amusingly stuck next to one of Dean’s favorite guns, no doubt in hopes of irritating his older brother if he found it first. Opening it revealed Captain America. “It’s Your Duty to Be My Valentine.” Sam laughed and groaned at the same time. The clue seemed to be leading to the bathroom nearest Jack’s room.

Sam wondered what he’d find as he made his way there. He pushed open the door quietly and smiled at the sight. The bathtub was half-full of bubbles. Two glasses of champagne sat on the edge of the tub. And one Captain Jack Harkness had fallen asleep waiting.

Grinning, Sam stripped down, putting the cards carefully on the counter where they wouldn’t get wet. He slipped into the water and reached to turn on the hot. Jack startled and sat up, rubbing his eyes and getting bubbles in his hair. “There you are,” he yawned.

Sam leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you.”

Jack gave him a goofy grin back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You too.”

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Fanwork Friday this week is the characters in a different time period:

Of course he was about to be burned at the stake as a witch. Owen surveyed the crowd dispassionately and tested the rope tying his hands. Damn Middle Ages. Heaven forbid a doctor might try to cure somebody. Bloody rift, dropping him here. At least it wasn’t in some far corner of the galaxy. Though, maybe he wouldn’t be about to set on fire there.

A man brandished a torch, shouting something in what wasn’t quite the English he was used to. But he sounded like a complete wanker.

There was the sound of wings and he found a dark haired man standing in front of him, facing the crowd. The crowd muttered and fell back.

“Do not harm this man,” his voice was low and dangerous. He repeated it again in the local tongue.

The one with a torch stepped forward, shouting more. Owen rolled his eyes. The stranger put out his hand and he dropped the torch, jumping back and shouting more, looking at the crowd, then at the stranger. The crowd started to retreat faster.

He drew himself up as if spreading wings and gave a command.

The crowd broke and ran.

“Not that I’m not grateful, but who the hell are you?” asked Owen as he slowly turned around.

“Castiel,” he said freeing him. “Jack asked me to retrieve you.”

Owen rubbed his wrists. “How? You with the Doctor or something?”

Castiel touched his head where he’d been hit and it instantly healed. “I am an Angel of the Lord.”

“Right, of course Jack knows a literal angel,” said Owen sarcastically.

Castiel gave him a weary look and took his arm.

They reappeared in a patch of primeval forest. Owen blinked. “Okay, that was different.”

“I don’t yet have enough energy to get us back to your present. We will be safe here.” Castiel led him through the trees and towards a tiny village. Really just a collection of houses. A young woman greeted them with a smile and took Castiel’s hands.

Castiel said something to her in the local language, like Welsh, but worse to Owen’s ears. She answered looking between the two and curtseying.

Owen eyed the angel. “Been here before, have you?”

“This is an important location in the history of Earth.”

Owen looked at the collection of huts. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“Many human things begin that way.” Castiel followed the woman inside and Owen found himself fed and given somewhere to sleep. Far better than when he’d first landed here.

The next afternoon there were shouts. An accident, one of the men hurt working in the forest. Owen automatically went to help them, Castiel translating his requests as he cleaned and bound up the wound. “Maybe he won’t die of infection,” muttered Owen when he finished.

Castiel put a hand on his arm. “You did a good thing.”

Owen shook him off. “I’m a doctor. Can we go home yet?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you just cure him the way you took care of the bump on my head?”

“As you pointed out, you are a doctor. He will survive, thanks to you. And if I use all of my energy to cure, then you will not be able to return home.” He left him alone with his thoughts.

Owen walked around the village, looking around. These people were people, that much didn’t change, even if the technology did. He suddenly wondered how hard it must have been for Jack to land when he did and figure out how things were done. A little girl ran up to him and pointed at the hut where the man was resting and gave him a flower. Must have been his daughter. Shaking his head, Owen muttered and went back to the hut he was staying in, stuffing the flower in his pocket.

The next day they walked back out to the forest. Another flutter of wings and the forest changed into the concrete and steel of Cardiff. Before Owen could say anything else, the angel was gone. Shaking his head he went to find Jack and the others, wondering how Jack and Castiel would have ever met.

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FANWORK FRIDAY: TIME PERIOD SHIFT AU

superwholockthecomic:

So just compiling a bunch of the ideas you guys threw out there, this week’s theme is alternate time periods!

Throw the SuperWhoLock gang wherever you want them, whether that’s steampunk Victorian London, Cyber future Kansas, Medieval Scotland, Renaissance Italy, take your pick! They can time travel there or just have been there all along as a straight up AU. HAVE FUN WITH IT THERE ARE SO MANY COOL THINGS YOU COULD DO

Elemental AU week was freaking awesome and you guys will be getting your teasers tomorrow (as will the submitters from the week before, sorry they’re late!) Let’s make this week even awesomer!

You can use the versions of the characters that appear in the comic or just play in the general SWLverse, it’s up to you. And if you don’t dig the theme you can always send in more random askbox fics, believe me, I don’t mind! So:

  1. Write fics, make gifs, draw things, and generally do what you do.
  2. Submit your awesome thing here or post it to your own blog by Friday with #superwholockthecomic as one of the first five tags.
  3. Get your work featured on the blog on Friday and get a teaser for the comic in your inbox as a reward!

Make art, have fun, and be fab! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!