Torchwood: Highland Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who, or any other show I may make reference too in this fanfic. I eagerly await any DVD release of the Torchwood series… I desperately want to be able to buy them to see the series properly. Here is the first of two Torchwood oneshots… maybe Ill get around to doing the second one.
"Fairies killed them… for real?"
"Yep," Jack answered, lifting his beer to his lips, "It happened within moments, train entered the tunnel, then by the time we exited, every last one of my men was dead."
The man next to him, Duncan, laughed. "You have to admit, it sounds pretty far fetched."
"So you have never seen anything like that before in your… admittedly longer than mine, life?" Jack asked.
"Nope, never seen anything supernatural like that before."
"Oh, of course, and there is absolutely nothing supernatural about a few hundred immortals wandering the globe with the intent of killing each other through decapitation until only one is left," Jack said, pulling out a sword with an extremely phallic hilt design, placing it on the bar.
"Be careful with that," Duncan said, "I don't want to have to go at it with you now, this is only the First World War, and plenty left to do."
"What about the guy outside?" Jack asked, "Its your show after all, why don't you take him and Ill finish my beer." Jack raised up his beer, flashing his beautiful smile.
Duncan McCloud drew his own sword and turned to face the German immortal that was waiting for them to come out of the bar. Jack turned on his barstool and watched Duncan's butt as he walked away, and sighed, thinking of the many things he would love to do with a man as gorgeous as that.
Gwen woke, wondering what would have happened in the dream next. She hadn't intended to fall asleep like that. Chances to spend time at home were getting fewer and fewer, she wanted to be awake for them, even if it was just sitting on the couch watching a Highlander DVD with Rhys.
On the screen, Connor McCloud was saying "Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race," before opening fire on the German with his machine gun.
No, that was a crazy dream. Maybe Captain Jack Harkness really couldn't die, she had seen the evidence herself. Maybe it really was him who disappeared back during the Blitz, but Jack had also mentioned seeing things during the first world war. Could he really be that old? She knew there was no point in asking him, it would fit his sense of humor to have a broad sword at his desk just to tease here with the idea.
She nuzzled against Rhys' shoulder, there was still plenty of movie to go, and her eyelids were getting heavy.
End.