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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 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.

 (not on AO3, debating if I should)

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So I was thinking about superwholockthecomics fanwork friday and I think I’ve got a setup anyway.

Superwood: Classic Star Trek style

Jack’s already half a step from Captain Kirk anyway. Gwen’s first officer, Tosh is science office, Owen’s the doctor of course. Ianto’s a yeoman. 

Then Sam is navigation and Dean is helm.

And they encounter odd alien of the week Castiel.

Ohh, and I need an Engineer. Bobby. Bobby is the chief engineer with his shit together.

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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.

 also on AO3

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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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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.

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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.”