S4 of Supernatural between 'It's a terrible life' and 'The Monster at the end of this book'.
Between Doctor Who season4 and Before Torchwood Season3.
Chapter 1: Captain Harkness and Mr Jones.
A/N: So here is my new story. I am writing well ahead of my updates so I'll probably finish it before you guys even start seeing double digit chapters =) A big thanks to my awesome Magda who reads over my work and helps me write. Couldn't do this story without her.
They had been tracking the creature for days, neither of them knew exactly what it was and Bobby had been no help at all. The Impala pulled up in front of the warehouse and parked, the lights were flicked off and the engine was killed. The passenger door opened followed by the driver side door, "Dean we don't even know what we're dealing with!" Sam tried to reason with his brother.
Dean opened the trunk followed by the hidden compartment, "We've got silver bullets, rock salt, irons blades and dead man's blood. At the very least we are slowing it down."
Sam sighed loading one of the sawn off shotguns and pumping it, "I have a really bad feeling about this."; he shut the boot and followed Dean into the warehouse, guns at the ready and torches out.
They opened the door and stepped inside the darkened warehouse, they were greeted by soft growling noises. Just from the sound of the growling the brothers knew they were facing several of these creatures, "We're out numbered," Sam whispered.
"So?"
"So, we don't know what we're facing," Sam snarled a little too loudly.
The growling increased and their hearts sank, back to back they moved their torches around watching the strange creatures slowly approaching them. Growling, snarling. The brothers had no choice but to open fire. Rock salt did nothing although the bullets were able to kill the creatures as long as their aim was true for a few minutes it seemed as if the brothers were winning, that was until their bullets ran out and they were left practically defenceless.
The creatures closed in around them, "Hey, Dean, just so you know, you were an awesome brother."
Dean laughed humourlessly, "You did good Sammy, real good."
Death was seconds away when the sprinklers turned on and a strange smelling liquid fell upon them as a mist. The creatures let out cries of distress before they collapsed to the ground. The two brothers looked at each other in confusion as the sprinklers turned back off.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked quietly.
The doors to the warehouse flew open, "I think we need to make some adjustments to the formulae. That one caused them pain," Sam and Dean watched as a man in a great coat entered the warehouse followed by a young man in a suit. He paused to observe the scene of unconscious creatures surrounding two men, "Ianto, we'll also need two low doses of retcon. Have you contacted UNIT yet?"
"They assured me that they were five minutes away," the man's voice was controlled and proper, it reminded Dean of an English butler, "I can deal with the retcon."
The American nodded, "Good. Now," he clapped his hands together looking straight at Sam and Dean, "You two need to be removed and interviewed."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded speaking for the first time since the two stranger arrived.
The American man in the great coat smiled broadly, "How rude." He walked across the concrete floor to the two young men, he offered his hand politely, "I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Now, I understand you'll have a lot of questions about what you witnessed. So, if you'd just follow my associate Mr Jones, everything will be taken care of."
The man in the suit stepped forward, "Please follow me gentlemen," he gave a polite smile.
Sam and Dean passed a look between them before following the man; they missed the look between Captain Harkness and Mr Jones. The Winchesters followed Mr Jones outside and into the cold night. A black SUV was parked beside the Impala which Mr Jones walked towards and opened the back. It was filled with containers. Mr Jones dragged one towards him and opened it. It was an esky filled with assorted drinks.
"Please, help yourselves," Mr Jones smiled politely, giving them an expectant look. The brothers each took a beer which they started to drink, "Now, I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind?"
Dean swallowed down a mouthful of beer, "Let's not play games," he put his sawn off shot gun down in the back of the SUV, "We're hunters, just like you."
"Hunters?" Mr Jones cocked his head to one side, "I'm afraid, I am not following you."
Sam and Dean passed a look between them, "How did you know how to defeat those things?" Sam demanded.
Mr Jones looked down at the beers before back up at the brothers, "It's my job to know these things. The question I need to ask is why were you two facing weevils with guns? I doubt you stumbled upon them. You were somewhat prepared."
"We're hunters, we hunt the Supernatural. We were just doing our jobs too," Dean growled in frustration. They were all dancing around and avoiding straight answers, "Now I've told you who we are. Who are you?"
"Captain Harkness and I are part of Torchwood," Mr Jones answered simply.
"And what's Torchwood? Some government organisation?" Sam was really curious now.
"Torchwood is outside the government and beyond the police. Our job is to arm the human race against what is to come," Captain Jack Harkness came to stand beside Mr Jones. There was the sound of engines and tyres. The captain grinned, "The cavalry is here."
Four black vans pulled up each one with 'U.N.I.T.' written along the side, "Excuse me," the captain turned to the men piling out of the vans, "Okay we have about forty weevils, of those five are injured and ten are dead. They are unconscious for now but we need them secured immediately. We will handle the witnesses. Let's move!"
The men saluted the captain and entered the warehouse. Captain Harkness turned to face the brothers smiling brightly. Dean scowled, "Alright if your Torchwood and this UNIT are so great how come we've never heard of you before?"
The captain and Mr Jones shared a knowing look, "Torchwood usually operates in the UK and the UK alone, as for UNIT, secret organisations like to remain secret. In the old days they were the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, they are now the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, still attached to the UN so no one questions it," Jack shrugged his shoulders.
A sickening feeling suddenly attacked Sam, "So why are you telling us all about this?"
Mr Jones cleared his throat, "Retcon is a memory drug. It usually blocks out the last twelve waking hours of your memory once whoever it's administered to falls asleep." He eyed the drinks and smiled at the half empty bottles.
Dean's heart began beating; he finally felt that something was wrong. But it was probably nothing. The beer tasted bitter though. Realisation dawned on Sam. He looked over to his brother and saw he realised it too. Mr. Jones smiled at them, Dean felt like if he was pitying them.
"We won't fall asleep so soon." Sam snarled, throwing the beer bottle into the shrubs with disgust.
It was now the 'Captains' turn to smile, "That beer did not only contain beer and retcon, but also a mild-sedative, my own recipe." he winked.
Sam and Dean were stunned into silence unsure of what to do or say, finally Dean regained his voice and composure, "Come on Sammy, we're leaving."
The Captain moved quickly to step in front of Dean, "I can't let you do that. If you drive away from here you might kill someone on the roads."
"I'll take that chance," Dean growled side stepping Jack.
"Seriously, you are going to endanger people's lives because of me?" The captain stepped in front of the car to stop Dean opening the door, "I am giving you two options, one you and your brother fall asleep here on the ground. I will then put you in the car and you will wake up in the morning with no idea what happened or why you are there. Or, option two. Give me your car keys and tell me where you are staying. I will get you and your car there and you will wake up in the morning none the wiser."
"No! Get out of my way!" Dean went to shove the Captain but he was slammed back against the car by the same man. Too busy struggling against the Captain Dean did not notice when his keys for the car and his motel room were removed, "Let go of me!" Dean slugged the Captain in the jaw.
Mr Jones grabbed onto the Captain and pulled him back, "Jack that's enough!" he cried managing to drag him away from Dean.
"Fine," Jack shook his head, "Go! Go on! Kill somebody!"
"Just feel lucky that I am not killing you," Dean snarled turning back to the car and fishing for his keys from his pockets.
Jack walked back over to the SUV and handed the keys over to Mr Jones and gave him a small smile, "A motel room," he said in a low voice, "be much better to use, then the bed in the UNIT barracks. What do you think Ianto? You. Me. Motel room?"
Ianto's lips quirked, "When all this is over I'll take you up on that."
Jack nodded glancing over to the brothers, Dean was cursing while Sam was demanding an explanation on how the hell he had lost the keys, "Once they have fallen asleep we'll move them to their motel."
"I'll drive their car," Ianto said immediately.
Jack pouted, "But, when do I get the opportunity to drive a car like that?"
"Never. You'll get over excited and crash it. I am driving the 1967 Chevrolet Impala."
A UNIT soldier approached the two men and saluted to Jack, "Everything has been cleaned up sir. We will take the Weevils back to head quarters and you can deal with them when you get there. Is there anything else you require, such as assistance with the witnesses?"
"No, we've got it under control," Jack saluted the soldier, "Dismissed," the soldier saluted back before climbing into one of the vans.
Jack leant back against the SUV while Ianto packed up the back the esky and other bits and pieces. He carefully lifted Dean's gun and showed it to Jack, "Should probably give this back, but not right now," he stowed it in the back of the car.
Jack chuckled as he watched the brothers trying to pick the lock on their car, it was obvious he had been too loud because Dean spun around to look at him, "Give me my keys."
"Don't have them," Jack pulled out his pockets producing only the keys for the SUV and a bottle of retcon pills.
Dean stepped forward to attack but stumbled slightly, "Gah!" he clutched his head.
"Easy there tiger," Jack replaced the items into his pockets, "I'd say you have a few more minutes left. Get comfortable."
Dean collapsed onto the ground and his brother ran to his side, they both yawned while glaring at Jack and Ianto.
Jack shrugged, "Or less."
Ianto removed a stopwatch from his pocket, "Three…Two…one."
