merindab reblogged your post So I just played the Doctor Who: Adven… and added:
I….need this game
It’s so much fun. They have custom character sheets too so I’m working on creating Zombie Owen.
I will find a way to play it via the internets since I lack local friends though.
The New Kids (748 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural, Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor, Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Donna Noble, Martha Jones, Mycroft Holmes, Owen Harper, John Watson, Gabriel (Supernatural), Rose Tyler
Series: Part 7 of Tumblr Ficlets
Summary:It’s a superwholock High School AU
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.
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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