Title: The Twelve Jacks Case.
Author: Takisys.
Beta(s): Jooles34
Artist: enkanowen, I really love what she did, I found this drawing fabulous.
Characters pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jim/Ifan, Owen/Tosh, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Rose Tyler and The Master, appearance or mention of some others.
The Jacks - There are in fact fourteen of them, beginning with ours Jack Harkness, Jim, Jay, Jill, John, Jethro, Jeff, Jeffrey, Joey, Jed, Jo, Jared, Jake and Jinn.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 16 250 approximately
Warnings: some fun and fluff, some heartaches too, but this is an adult story with some very dark parts. There will be bad language and mention of rape and torture, nothing explicit, thought.
Disclaimer: I'm of course not making any money of this stuff.
Author's note: Written for Torchwood Big Bang Round Two - The story is mainly set in two universes, plus a third one. In our Universe, with Jack and Ianto, everything is faire game - Torchwood and Doctor Who - until COE. I first thought of this story before COE was broadcast, so it never happened here. Most of the story is set in Jim's universe were a lot of things are different, same for Jay's universe. This includes world history as well as the characters' history.
Special thanks: I wanted to thank my wonderful beta, Jooles34, for the incredible amount of patience and work she has put in to turn my shameful gibberish into decent English. Without her help I won't be able to share my stories with you. I wanted to say how grateful, I am for her help.
Summary/Plot: The Master has find out that being buried near the Rift for two millennia had increased the connection between Jack and the Vortex. He wants to use Jack as a Tardis, but Jack is not powerful enough so he decides to gather some more of him.
Link to Fic: Because, they could only be angels.
Link to Art/Mix:
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The Twelve Jacks Case
Prologue
Caerdydd, Year of our Lord 1147.
Father Gabriel was supervising the building of the new Abbey. It was to be a construction made of large regular carved stones, to replace the old wooden edifice. The replacement had not been decided out of vanity; the old edifice was really failing to provide the shelter it used to.
Father Gabriel was satisfied with the progress. The monks were enthusiastic workers and the clerics were doing fine too. The refectory and the scriptorium were already finished; they were even using the new dormitory installed on the second floor. The chapter would be available before Christmas if the weather was kind.
The walls of the kitchens were up and the roof structure had just been finished. Two clerics were helping three monks with the thatch, under Brother William's supervision. A team lead by Brother Michael was digging the cellar. The excavation was already of a good size when they found the first angel.
Because, they could only be angels. Father Gabriel had no doubt about that. They were so beautiful. Their skin was thin and pale, devoid of body hair, the regularity of their features, and the equilibrium of theirs proportions were just perfect. They were sexed, though. And generously proportioned too. Generously, but without exaggeration. Just perfect. So perfect the twelve of them were identical.
Because it was twelve angels the monks had unburied from the ground.
The monks' first thought was that it was some ancient statue they had found; the pale naked shape was so smooth. But as soon as they had freed the face from the dirt, the first angel gasped and came to life. To Father Gabriel's shame his Brothers had fled away like frightened sparrows abandoning the poor creature alone in the mud.
As they did, the angel merely shrugged and began to dig around him looking for his companions. As Father Gabriel had arrived the angel had managed to extricate half of another body. In a perfect Latin he asked Father Gabriel for help.
The Brothers unearthed twelve angels, hidden in the soil by the Lord himself; they were to be his soldiers for the final battle at the end of days. It was now the Abbey's responsibility to hide them.
To chapter one.