Beautiful Minds – Captain, My Captain

by Soledad

Fandom: Sherlock BBC/Torchwood crossover (sort of)

Genre: Drama, Action-adventure

Rating: T, just to be sure

Series: this story is set in the "Beautiful Minds" universe. Obviously, as our favourite consulting detective would say.

Timeframe: Set several years before "Iceman & The Coffee Boy".

Disclaimer: Both Sherlock and Torchwood belong to the BBC. Sherlock Holmes also belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Only the weird plot idea belongs to me. No copyright infringment intended and no money made.

Summary: How did Jack Harkness become the chief bodyguard of Mycroft Holmes? Where and what had he been before?

Introduction:In this AU, there is no Doctor and no aliens, and Torchwood, the Toclafane and UNIT are not what you know they would be. Basically, the Whoniverse characters have been inserted into the settings of Sherlock BBC, in fairly different roles. Hopefully, they still remain more or less in character. *g*

Chapter 01 – Abandoned

Washington, 2002, after a successful joint operation between the CIA and the Home Office

"The place is clean, sir," CIA agent Todd Neilson came back to report his boss. "MI5 is currently taking care of the bodies and collecting all the evidence. We've been promised copies and photos of everything they might find, but they insist on keeping the original documents and the items."

Deputy Director C. Eccles Stone shrugged. He was a tall, lean man with short-cropped dark hair, a long nose and somewhat large ears, which earned him a few amused looks from time to time – until somebody looked into his eyes that were pale and cold like blue ice.

"Let them have what they want, as long as we do get the copies," he said. "The action took place in their territory; it's only fair to humor them a little. This was the largest, most successful offensive against the Toclafane since they first emerged five years ago; worth to endure some British poshness."

"Some of them still don't seem to have realized that we're not their colonies anymore," Neilson commented dryly. "That old Navy officer behaved as if he could keelhaul us when we disobeyed his orders. And that Holmes woman was even worse."

"Be careful, Neilson," the Deputy Director warned him. "That Holmes woman, as you call her, has been ennobled by the Queen for her service as a combat pilot and has the rank of an Air Commodore… plus wide-spread contacts and some very old money. There are families in England you won't read about in the tabloids but they are quietly powerful in the background and pissing them off would be a really bad idea. We might need to work with the British Secret Service – and with UNIT – in the future yet."

"Understood, sir," Agent Neilson paused. "What about Harkness, sir?"

Deputy Director Stone raised a surprised eyebrow. "What about him? Has he been found?"

Neilson nodded. "Yes, sir, in one of the cells."

"And he's still breathing?" the Deputy Director seemed decidedly unhappy about that fact.

"Sort of," Nielson grimaced at the unpleasant memory. "They really did a number on him. Anyone else would have already died – twice – but that bastard is notoriously hard to kill."

"Like a cockroach," Stone muttered.

Neilson, very wisely, pretended not to have heard him.

"Should I organize transport for him?" he asked instead.

"No," Stone said slowly, after a lengthy pause. "Even if he survives, he won't be of much use for us in his current state."

"But he might speak," Neilson reminded him. "He knows too much."

Stone shrugged philosophically.

"Don't we all? Have him placed with the other bodies. By the time MI5 gets to examine them, he'll be safely dead without medical treatment – and we'll be spared the effort of eliminating him."

Agent Neilson nodded in agreement. The former USAF pilot had been useful, but also a major pain in the ass, and his tendency to fuck everything that wasn't up a tree by the count of three constantly got on everyone's nerves.

Unfortunately, his usefulness had outweighed the liability created by his promiscuous nature… until now.

"An elegant solution, sir," he said with a mean little smile.

And with that, the fate of Captain Jack Harkness was sealed – or would have been, had MI5 not taken over the cleaning up of the scene.

~TBC~