Okay thanks a lot to iamianto I got this elemental fic done for fanwork Friday:

Ianto sent another paper airplane through the sluggish air the hub. When the thing had crashed into Kansas and people suddenly developed powers, of course he’d got the ability to manipulate paper. The airplane made a loop over Tosh’s desk, making her smile, before crashing into Owen’s screen. “Oi!” Owen turned towards Ianto. “One more time and I’ll take your liver out through your ear.”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto started to say something when he heard the alert letting him know there was someone in the tourist office. “That’ll be Sherlock and John,” he said, heading up to let them in.

Jack came out of the office and surveyed his team.“We’re going to Kansas.”

“Investigating the crash site?” asked Gwen.

“Yes.” He looked up as Ianto led John and Sherlock in. They’d been here before but John still looked around cautiously as if not quite believing in the place. Ianto went to make them coffee.

Just then, the harsh sound of the Tardis landing could be heard outside. Everyone raised their heads. Jack smiled. “That’s our ride. Come on.”

“The Tardis, really?” Owen looked dubiously towards the street.

“You’ll be fine. Just don’t touch anything.” Jack pulled on his coat and led the way. Ianto put takeaway cups in John and Sherlock’s hands as they followed the rest of the team.

The door was open. Jack grinned as they all piled in. “Good thing it’s bigger on the inside.” Sherlock held onto a railing, clearly a bit disoriented. Jack slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry Sherly, you get used to it.” The detective glared at him.

“Stop it,” grumbled the Doctor hitting switches. “You all need to work together on this. The Winchesters, Castiel and Martha are meeting you there. What landed isn’t supposed to be here, but no one can get close enough to shut it off.”

“Can’t just land the Tardis on it?” asked John.

“It’s blocking me too. I’ll get you close.”

The Tardis shook as it landed rough. Jack snapped into tactical mode, opening the Tardis door and looking out carefully. The others were leaning against the Impala, waiting. In the near distance a dark cloud hung low to the ground. Martha grinned as she saw Jack. “Come on then.”

The Doctor watched them get out. “I can’t get closer.” He tossed Jack a small box. “When you get there, use this, it’ll shut it down.”

“Sir.” Jack saluted as he went back inside.

Turning back to the others he grinned at the Winchesters. “Hello Sam, Cas.”

“Knock it off,” growled Dean, cocking the shotgun in his hands.

Jack chuckled and looked at the dark cloud. “Flat as a pancake. Owen, Gwen you can make shields to give us some cover.”

“Hey, who put you in charge?” Dean challenged.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “When was the last time you lead a team of more than three into anything?”

Dean looked at the others, then crossed his arms. “What about Doc Watson? He was in the army.”

“Doctor. I’d listen to Jack.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Jack looked around. “This will go better if we have a plan.”

“So let’s hear it, Captain.”

Eight minutes later they were walking cautiously towards the cloud. The Tardis was still visible behind them when something large swooped out of the sky, breaking into smaller figures attacking the group.

Dean shot the first one as everyone else moved towards the middle. “Dean, get your ass over here,” growled Sam, pulling him back behind the shields Gwen and Owen were putting up. Tosh took out three with a bolt of lightning. Castiel stood between Gwen and Owen, putting a hand on each and boosting their powers.

“They’re swarming,” called Jack. “Let them bunch up and then hit them.”

They watched as the smaller things clumped together, it was impossible to tell what they were, other than something made of wings and teeth.

“Now!” Called Jack.

Sherlock let out a burst of ice that shattered a clump. At his back, John shot fire. The burning group crashed into another. Tosh fired more lightning. Martha blew one group towards the one on fire. Sam wrapped another one in shrieking darkness. Grumbling and dropping his gun, Dean pelted another group with earth. A sheaf of papers went through yet another group, scattering them into the the chaos.

Jack watched them fighting together, using their powers to compliment each other. He nodded and pulled out the box. “Take care of them, Dean.”

Before anyone could argue, Jack plunged past the shields, wrapping himself in a dark cloud to try and shield himself a little. He died before he got halfway, but woke with the box still in his hands. He glanced back and could see they were still fighting. He didn’t know how long they could hold out. Gritting his teeth, he charged on.

A wave of papers cleared the path and he smiled, knowing Ianto was helping. Finally he reached the edge of the cloud and pushed inside.

Nightmares tore at his mind. He fell to his knees, struggling with the box, wondering if he was pulling a reverse Pandora. Every shred of doubt and fear ripping into him. With a final bit or strength he got it open.

The cloud shrieked and Jack collapsed, dying in agony as the box slipped from his fingers.

When Jack gasped awake again, Ianto was holding his hand. He groaned and ran a hand through his bloodied hair. “That was unpleasant,” he muttered.

“You stopped it,” Sam smiled at him. Looking around, Jack could see there were other injuries. Owen was patching up Sherlock while John tended to Dean.

The Tardis screeched to existence as Ianto helped Jack up. The Doctor looked both relieved and worried sick. “Let’s get you all home.”

I wrote a little Jack/human!Cas fic for fanwork friday:

A Moment’s Touch – Jack finds Castiel in a homeless camp and learns that he’s human.

teaser below the cut

Jack pulled up to the homeless camp. Wary eyes watched him but he was looking for one set in particular. “Why are you here, Jack?” Castiel appeared at his window looking tired and worn.

He gave a smile. “You’re a hard angel to find.”

Castiel looked around cautiously. “I’m human.”

Blinking, Jack looked him over a bit more critically. Thin, evidence of a recent fight. No sign of his other friends, obviously. “Get in.”

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A very short Torchlock ficlet for superwholock fanwork friday:

“Why are doing this again?” John stared out the window

“Because you encouraged me to make ‘help Mycroft more’ a New Year’s resolution.”

“Why Cardiff?”

“Torchwood Three.”

“What the hell is a Torchwood?” John looked at him.

Instead of answering Sherlock lapsed into silence.

A short time later they were in front of a plain building. “Sherlock this is a tourist office,” John grumbled as he followed the detective inside. The good looking young man behind the desk looked too proper in a suit.

“Sherlock Holmes. I believe Jack Harkness is expecting me?”

Before the man could respond another good looking man stepped in from the back. Was devastating good looks a job requirement?

“Mycroft mentioned you coming, but not those pretty eyes,” Jack smiled and offered his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”

Next to them the other man pulled out a stopwatch and pressed the button. “Seventeen minutes. Your resolution to stop flirting so much, sir?”

“Oh come on Ianto, that’s hardly fair.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll get coffee.”

“Tea, if you have it,” said John. “Thank you.”

Ianto vanished into the back. Jack turned his smile to John. The doctor suddenly felt like he was at the center of the universe as he shook his hand. “You must be John Watson.”

Sherlock took his arm and pulled him back before John could respond. “I understand we’re picking up a package?”

“Yes, just some things that need to be hand carried to London.”

Ianto reappeared with mugs. John was surprised by the perfection of his tea.

“Spending the night in Cardiff?” asked Jack.

“No,” answered Sherlock shortly, looking between Jack and John.

“Pity. Dinner?”

John smiled. Sherlock shook his head. “No, sorry, we really must be heading back.”

Ianto took out a package from behind the desk and a pen. “Just sign for it, please.”

Sherlock did so while hardly taking his eyes off anyone else. “Come along, John.” He tucked the package into his coat and steered John out of the building.

I wrote a happy, probably a bit cracky, superwholock christmas fic. It’s a Christmas party at Torchwood Three:

Christmas at Cardiff

“Hurry up Sherlock, or we’ll be late!” John pulled on his coat and picked up the case of wine they were bringing.

“A Christmas party. Dull.” Sherlock grumbled as he finally appeared and pulled on his coat and scarf.

“I don’t think dull is in Jack Harkness’s vocabulary. Come on, lets see if the Doctor forgot he was our ride.”

John hurried down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning. Sure enough the blue box was waiting across the street, Doctor leaning on the door. “Someone order a lift to Cardiff?” He grinned.

Sherlock rolled his eyes while John smiled back. There was a moment of disorientation as they stepped inside, but the doctor was already flipping switching and sending the great machine groaning. Moments later the noise stopped. “Here we are,” called the Doctor, picking up a box of bananas. “Always bring a banana to a party.”

“Are we at least in the correct century this time?” Asked Sherlock. John elbowed him in the ribs.

“Right night, right party,” the Doctor led the way into the Plass, locking the door behind him as he made his way to the invisible lift.

John had only been here once before, on a case they were doing as a favor for Mycroft. Music blared as they dropped into the hub. Something fun and jazzy. Everyone else was here, by the looks of it. Tosh and Sam huddled around a computer, laughing at something. Gwen and Owen looked to be trying to teach Castiel beer pong. Ianto was hovering around the drinks and Dean and Jack seemed to be arguing by the stereo.

“Don’t you have any music made after 1975?” Grumbled Dean loudly.

Jack opened his mouth, but spotted the lift and grinned. “Would figure a Timelord would be late.”

“Had to swing by London you know.” The Doctor put the box on the table. Ianto took the wine from John and added it to the stash. Smiling, John grabbed his hand and pulled him from behind the table. “Jack, you going to make Ianto serve drinks all night?”

“I’ve got this,” called the Doctor, slipping behind the table and cracking open more bottles. Sherlock rescued a glass before something more could be added to it.

Jack came up behind Ianto and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Come on. There’s mistletoe over here.”

Ianto rolled his eyes but let himself be pulled away. John walked over to the beer pong. “Good we need a fourth,” grinned Gwen.

“You do realize I will not be affected by the consumption,” said Castiel, picking up a ball and missing.

“Oh just have fun.”

Dean must have found a way to change the music because it suddenly changed to something rock. “Hey!” Growled Jack.

“Suck it up old man.”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling old,” John moved closer to Jack. Dean looked between them, huffed and went to join Castiel at the beer pong.

Jack pulled John into a hug. Suddenly Sherlock pulled him away, glaring at Jack. “Here,” smiled the Doctor, putting drinks in their hands.

The party proceeded apace. Tosh and Sam got dragged from the computer. The Doctor seemed determined to get everyone roaring drunk. Sherlock started deducting everyone’s unhappy childhoods until John clamped a hand over his mouth and physically dragged him away.

Jack vanished into his office and emerged with a box. “Twister!” There was a groan from nearly everyone. “What?”

Soon though John was giggling as Sherlock tried to place a hand on the far side of Sam with Jack’s head perilously close to his crotch. “This is completely undignified.”

“Now you sound like Mycroft.” Jack took advantage and nudged his thigh.

“Cheating sir,” said Ianto.

Owen draped an arm around John’s shoulder. “What a sodding mess.”

“Best Christmas party I’ve been to in years,” grinned John.

Dean sat on John’s other side, sipping his own drink. “It’s something anyway.”

There was a loud muffled protest as Sam landed half on top of Sherlock. John giggled more as he tried to extricate himself while Sam laughed. Dean grinned at the sound of his brother’s laughter.

Jack got up and pulled Ianto into a sloppy kiss. Sam helped Sherlock up. John grinned at him. “Do I need to check for injuries?”

“Hey you two go play doctor somewhere else,” called Jack

The Doctor came over. “Should probably take you home anyway.”

Castiel sipped his drink and looked at Sam and Dean. Dean chugged the rest of his drink. “All right.”

Jack pouted. “Oh okay then. We’ll be in touch.”

The Doctor dropped John and Sherlock off in front of Baker Street. John stumbled up the stairs and flopped onto the couch. Sherlock chuckled and tossed a blanket over him. “Goodnight.”

“Night. Merry Christmas.”

This weeks superwholockthecomic challenge is 20 minutes, write/draw/whatever. So of course I wrote. And it came out superwoodlock. Man this thing is kinda awful, but, um, here…

John had his gun out as they entered the warehouse. It looked like any other warehouse in this district of London, but Sherlock insisted this was the right one. They moved down the hall as quiet as they could, passing into a main area with aisles of boxes and who knew what. “What we need is here?” Asked John, looking around. “Where is it?”

“This way,” said Sherlock, taking the lead and moving quickly down the rows as if he knew exactly where he was going, which he probably did. They heard shouting and John took off running towards it, wondering just what he would find as he skidded around the corner

Not this. To the left side stood three people, one in a battered trenchcoat, to the other side stood a team of five, lead by a man in an antique greatcoat. There were far too many guns out. He froze and started backing up, but of course Sherlock had every desire to be in the middle of a firefight. “What is this?” he asked loudly. All the guns turned to point at them.

John sighed and raised his hands, pointing his gun at the ceiling. “We’re just here after a package,” he said.

“So are we,” growled the green eyed man to his left. The taller one put a hand on his shoulder.

“We got readings here,” said the one in the greatcoat.

“So we might all be after the same thing. Perhaps this could be done with fewer weapons?” asked John.

“Like you’re one to talk,” sneered the green eyed one. A soldier, maybe, but not a regular one, thought John.

“You’re Jack Harkness,” said Sherlock, from behind him. “Which means that’s Torchwood. And you two are the Winchester Brothers, Dean and Sam.”

Everyone was staring at Sherlock, which wasn’t entirely unusual. Jack holstered his gun first and the rest of his team followed along. Then the Winchesters slowly lowered theirs. He gave the brothers a smile. “Wrong foot, clearly.”

“You’re American,” said Dean.

“Well, common misconception, pretty eyes.” grinned Jack.

Dean started to pull his gun again, Sam put a hand on his arm. John shook his head. “Let’s just find this thing, probably be easier if we worked together.”

“I have it,” said Sherlock, waving a small box.

“We’ll need that for Torchwood to analyze,” said Jack.

“No way,” growled Dean.

John backed towards Sherlock. “Is the term ‘finder’s keepers’ appropriate?” asked Sherlock.

John shot him a look. “Not if we want to get out of here in one piece.”

“Pity.”

Dean moved towards John and Sherlock. John brought his gun up but suddenly Dean dropped. Sam pointed his gun at the Torchwood team. Ianto held up the tazer. “He’ll be fine in a minute.”

John cracked a smile, liking the young man immediately. Dean groaned and sat up. Sam went to his side to help him up.

Jack watched the pair with a devious smile. “I think perhaps we should all just go somewhere for a pint and sort this out.”

Looks like for fan work Friday I’ve decided to go with Sherlock and John during “army of ghosts”/”doomsday”. Lets just say I really wanted John Watson vs. a Dalek. And it looks like the Cybermen have taken Sherlock…

First Chapter of Heartbeats is Finished

superwholockthecomic:

spainkitty-mishassweetestkittles:

I was going to make it a long oneshot, but I really need to go to bed and a twoshot isn’t so bad, right?

Besides, I kinda like where I ended it. I do have a real ending in mind (and yes,a sonic screwdriver will make an appearance, he’s just very Hunter-y in this episode so far).

Heartbeats

AKSDFJ;LAKSJ THIS IS SO GOOD AND PERFECT PLEASE WRITE MORE I NEED MORE EEK SO GOOD EVERYONE READ THIS BECAUSE IT’S PERFECTION AHHHH

This is a really terrible drabble. And it was longer, but I seemed to have accidently deleted it. Oops. So here’s the little bit I do have, for the superwholockthecomic fanwork friday: career change prompt.

Sam and Dean join Torchwood.

“Dean, Sam, where are you?” Jack asked into his com as he looked around the warehouse, gun at the ready.

“Second floor,” said Dean.

Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire. Jack ran up the stairs, knowing the rest of the team was right behind him. Dean stood over the alien while Sam crouched next to it. “What is it?” asked Sam.

Jack moved closer. Owen dropped next to Sam. Jack sighed. “We’ve got bigger problems. These come in pairs. Ianto, Dean, you better check out the third floor.”

Dean nodded and led the way up the stairs. Ianto checked for readings. “So you and Jack…” asked Dean. They’d only joined Torchwood a few weeks earlier.

“Not relevant to catching this alien,” said Ianto.

 “Right,” said Dean, moving around a corner.

“One hundred meters to the left,” called Ianto.

Dean moved ahead, looking for trouble. It found him first. There was a shout and Dean found himself knocked off his feet, gun skittering across the floor. Dean shoved at the large creature but before he could even shout for help a shot rang out.

He shoved the dead alien off himself as Ianto offered a hand up, suit not even wrinkled. Shaking his head, Dean took his hand as the rest of the team came running up. Ianto looked at Jack. “That’s sorted then.”

Jack grinned as he looked from Ianto to Dean and back again. “I think I like you two together.”

Ianto rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. Dean did his best to ignore the remark. “So now it’s clean up?”

“Yep. The really exciting part of our job.”

Superwholockthecomic does fanart friday, and drabbles are okay.This weeks theme is “career change”. I have two ideas, so this is the first one. John as an Angel and Sherlock as a Hunter.

Sherlock  held a knife in his hand. He flipped it as he watched the strange blonde step closer. “What are you?” He hissed.

“I am an angel of the Lord,” said John drawing himself to his full height and meeting Sherlock’s eyes.

“Angels?” Sherlock scoffed. “No such thing.”

John stepped closer and Sherlock darted forward, plunging the knife into his chest. John held his eyes, not even flinching. “You are the one who observes, Sherlock.”

Sherlock stepped back, for once at a loss for words. John pulled the knife out and dropped it to the floor. “I am the one that raised you out of perdition.”

Sherlock shook his head as if seeking any other explanation. “I don’t have friends and I certainly don’t have an angel sitting on my shoulder.”

John closed the gap between them and reached up to touch Sherlock’s face. Sherlock flinched but met his gaze. “I have been here far longer than you realize.”

“Then why show yourself now?”

“There’s work to be done. You’ve never stepped back from a challenge before, will you start now?”

A tiny smile crossed Sherlock’s lips. “The game is afoot, then?”

“Far more than you realize.”

FANWORK FRIDAY: CAREER CHANGE

superwholockthecomic:

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What if Rose Tyler was born a hunter?

What if Castiel was a member of Torchwood?

What if Sherlock Holmes dabbled in witchcraft?

What if John Watson was an angel of the Lord?

What if Sam and Dean Winchester were the last of the Timelords?

That’s the optional prompt for this week’s Fanwork Friday! Draw/write/edit/gif the career change of your choice and tag it with superwholockthecomic to be featured on the blog!

Don’t like the prompt? No problem! Do your own thang! The important thing is to make art. This comic gave me a reason to make art at a time I didn’t feel like I could make anything of value, so let it be your reason too!

And remember, participants will also receive a teaser for SuperWhoLock The Comic in their ask box at the end of the day!

We got some amazing entries for Guns’N’Roses week last Friday, let’s see if we can get even more this week!

…. i am certain I can write something for this.