Chapter Four: Time Rift
Summary: Greeting and meetings of the new and the old friends as supernatural meets science fiction... or fact.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you may recognise from either 'Supernatural' or 'Torchwood'. However, I do own Gemma. (BTW set in the middle of Torchwood Season two)
Gemma leaned forward to look into the front seat at the two boys that sat there, "is it just me or is anyone else feeling really strange suddenly?" She asked as she held her stomach, "I feel sick, but not nauseous sick, more like something is about to happen sick."
"Probably that sandwich you had," Dean shrugged, "I don't feel all that great either, but it feels like 'I shouldn't have had that extra burger' sort of feeling, it'll pass once you go to the toilet." Gemma looked at Sam who was sleeping, "Leave him, it'll be easier if he can drive and I sleep down the road."
"Are we going back to Bobby's?" She asked carefully, keeping any emotions that might make unwanted tension rise, at bay behind her ribcage.
"Yeah, unless you have other plans?" Gemma shrugged in answer, "Sammy mentioned something that seemed like possible vampire attacks, either that or a weird case of super vampire bats, what do you think." She gently took a breath, resisting the urge to grin, though both of them knew she wanted to.
"Sounds like an interesting case we should- Holy shit look out!" Dean swerved on the road onto the other side, luckily missing all of the traffic in the process after dodging a black mini, which had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Now on the wrong side of the road, but heading in the same way as the traffic Dean and Gemma shared a look.
"Weren't we just on an empty back road?" She asked with her eyes wide open. Dean nodded as he tried to speak, "Where- where the hell are we?" She asked as Sam suddenly jolted awake.
"Where are we?" He asked groggily looking around, "Dean, you're driving on the wrong side of the road!" Sam shouted before realising that it was technically the 'right' side of the road. "Ah, guys, what's going on?" He turned to Dean and Gemma who had the same look on their faces a few moments before.
"Uh-oh," Gemma said suddenly as her eyes passed a few buildings, "I think I know where we are, Dean, pull over right now, I need to make a phone call." Dean, though confused, complied with Gemma's wishes as she pulled out her phone and dialled a number she had become accustomed to knowing very well. "Hey, it's me, Genevieve, it happened again, but this time I came with two others." She paused, listening to the other person before speaking again, "Uh-huh, where in front of that place that the weevil was when I saw him… no, the other – yep that's the one," she paused for another few seconds before laughing, "Sorry, didn't realise you were busy, don't worry we won't move."
She disconnected and then turned back to the boys, "Torchwood's coming."
"Torch who?" Dean asked, "What's going on, what happened?"
"We went through a time rift and ended up in the UK
– no, not London, we're in Cardiff." She smiled at the boys, "Don't worry about it, this happens every once in a while, but the likelihood of it happening twice to me is like one in an extremely large number that none of us can comprehend." Gemma sighed and went into the back of the car to pull out her leather jacket, "It's cold here, must be winter or a very cool day." She shrugged on the jacket over her red silk blouse before pulling out the hair that had gotten caught under the jacket.
"So, we went through a time rift and got pulled into Cardiff?"
"We must have been driving through a particularly 'bad' part of a road or something, I'm not sure really but Tosh will be able to answer." Sam and Dean climbed out the car as Gemma leaned against it, scanning all directions to see if she could see Torchwood.
"So what happened last time you were here?" Sam questioned politely.
"Oh, well I had Bobby mail my passport over, but I was stuck with- Jack!" She shouted suddenly in the middle of her sentence.
Sam and Dean turned to the direction that Gemma was looking at to see a man coming towards them dressed in world war two styled-like clothes. "Who is he?" Dean went to ask Gemma only to see her running to Jack. She jumped onto him and as Sam and Dean watched with shocked expressions, Gemma kissed him with all the force she could put onto him.
"Ex-lover maybe?" Sam answered.
"Ex doesn't seem right." Dean whispered back.
"How are you?" Gemma asked when She pulled back and unwound her legs from his waist when he placed her back to the concrete. Jack slicked a hand through his hair and laughed with her.
"Better now, it's been a long few days you know." She nodded at him before walking back to the impala.
"Dean, Sam, this is Captain Jack Harkness, Jack this is Sam and Dean Winchester – and don't bother."
"What?" Jack explained at receiving a look, "I didn't do anything!"
"Ah-huh, I know that look, and the last time I saw it we ended up playing hide and seek."
"And you cheated." He replied with his hands crossed on his chest, "and if I remember correctly-"
"Shut-up!" She said blushing red furiously.
"Hey, you started it - ow." He slapped at his neck and rubbed it, "Mosquito season." He laughed.
"Well I'm ending it - ow." She slapped at the back of her neck and shook her head.
Dean and Sam shared a look before looking at Jack, "Continue with the story," Dean coaxed, "See, this one here has some very bad secrets on us that she's black mailing us with, it's only fair that we have something on her." He grinned and Jack grinned in return.
"She's a little minx isn't she?" The Winchester's nodded, "Well you see, after the game of hide and seek the two of us were up in my office-"
"No, no, no! That is not fair, I haven't said one word about you and you-know-who upon Owen's desk, and you just know what'd he'd do if I told him." She placed her hands on her hip as she tapped her doc martin clad foot. Jack laughed nervously and put hand around her shoulders.
"Tell him and I'll tell the crew what I saw you and Cameron doing in the cell." He looked down at her. Her expression remained blank for a few seconds before realisation flashed over her face. Her cheeks went hot and her body went cold, as she completely understood what happened.
"You… saw… that?" She whispered as her whole face flushed a deep red, "but she said that-"
"Mmm, back up generator, don't worry, no one else has seen the tape." She coughed and turned away from him, "So ah… you saw that."
"Yep,"
"Ah...huh…" She moaned pathetically, "Oh God kill me now."
"God's not here right now." Dean whispered in her ear before laughing. Her shoulder's fell down suddenly in defeat as she shook her head in shame of what she had just found out. "So what were you doing in there?"
"Nothing…" She squeaked, extending the word.
"Well it was a whole lot of nothing." Jack laughed.
"Wait, what about my car?" Dean asked as he looked into the car that Jack sat in, "I can't just leave her there."
"Dean, listen, you're car is classic American right? Well right now, the driver's side is on the wrong side of the car ok? Don't worry about it ok? Ianto will pick it up and everything will be cool, not get into the car," Gemma said before sliding into shotgun as Sam got in the back.
"It feels weird not driving," Dean muttered.
"Feels weird being in the back." Sam returned.
Jack laughed as he put the car in gear and slid back onto the road, "How are you dealing since we last met?" Jack asked softly, "It must have been really hard for you to come back and realise that only two weeks had passed since..." he trailed off, knowing that the issue was sting more if he said the actual words about Cameron.
"It hurt, a lot, like opening a fresh wound, I felt like I had betrayed her for so long, and then… then it got easier and I realised that I hadn't betrayed her, not really." She slid down in the seat slightly, "Can we talk about it later though." Her eyes flashed from jacks to the rear-view mirror and he nodded at her.
"So boys, tell me about yourselves." He grinned into the rear-view mirror.
"Ah..?" Sam began.
"I like burgers?" Dean said, Jack laughed, "And my share of women," Dean said thinking back to all the women he'd been with, with a grin on his face.
"Jack," Genevieve warned, "don't bother, he's not."
"Ah human's and your little 'categories'," he muttered sadly, Gemma gave him an offended look, "Oh so you and them?"
"No!" Sam and Dean said quickly before looking away. Gemma turned and faced them with a mock-glare.
"So I'm not pretty enough for you boys? Damn." She played the hurt look and looked at Jack, "Jack, I don't think I'm pretty anymore."
"Don't worry about it, I hear there's surgery for that these days." Gemma hit his shoulder before folding her arms across her chest, "Just for that I'm am so telling Owen about you and Ianto doing the nasty on his desk." Dean coughed and Sam looked away as he realised what Jack and Gemma had been talking about a few minutes ago.
"Find then," Jack said as he kept his eyes on the road, "Then I will make sure to mention about how you didn't realise that instead of the wall you were leaning against was a window." She gasped and turned to him.
"You promised!" She shouted, "Oh God I hope that they don't remember."
"Then you're in for a big surprise because when you called, Ianto just happened to ask me to ask you if that cute little birthmark-"
"No!" Gemma exclaimed horrified with her hand slapping over her mouth as she bit down on the inside of her mouth.
"Was still in the shape of spades." Jack grinned and winked at her, "So, is it?" She nodded and hugged herself tightly. "Aw, you look a little flustered." He said placing the back of his hand on her forehead, "Are you sure you're alright?" She slapped his hand away and he laughed at her.
"So why does he ask about your birthmark?" Dean asked.
"Ah funny story, see after a game of hide and seek," Jack began, "We decided to go back to my office, well, we were getting carried away and she was up against this window though nether of us realised until we came back down later to realise that the team was back and had seen all of her."
"Horrifying," Gemma chocked out as Sam and Dean laughed their heads off, "I can't face them, not after that." She shivered in horror at the memory, "Please Jack, just shoot me now, it will make it all so much easier."
"You're being melodramatic."
"No, I'm not."
"This is Ianto, Gwen, Tosh and Owen, Guys this is Dean, Sam and you all remember our little queen of Spades." They all grinned at her.
"I'm going to kill you Harkness, and then I'll separate all the pieces of you so you can't possibly come back." Gemma muttered as she stalked away.
"But then the world will miss me," He exclaimed to her. She shook her head as she tried to find a shred of dignity, "Come on, and forgive me yet?" She shook her head, "Please?" She shook it again.
"She looks seriously pissed off, even worse then when you stole her bed Sammy." Sam opened his mouth to defend himself only to realise that what Dean had said was true. Sighing he looked at her and wondered how she was going to cool down. He watched as she stalked over to one of the crewmembers before he turned and faced Jack.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Well, there's really nothing that can be done, why don't you stay a few days before we make arrangements to ship your car back and fly you guys back home." Dean looked at him.
"I'd rather stay with my car."
"Not a fan of flying, or just overly protective?"
"A bit of both actually." Sam told him before his eyes went wide, "is that a-"
"Yes, it's a pterodactyl, kind of my guard dog you could say." Jack smiled at them as they watched the supposedly extinct dinosaur fly over them, "before you ask, it flew through the time rift the same way you did, except instead of moving places, it moved through time." He shrugged, "Don't know exactly why but it did and we can't send it back so we-"
"He did WHAT!?" Owen shouted.
"Damn." Jack murmured, "I was hoping that she wasn't that angry at me."
"Jack!" Owen shouted stalking over to him with clenched fists, "What, the in bleeding hell did you do- no don't answer that, why- no… ugh!" Jack leaned to the side and looked over Owen's shoulder to Gemma who had her hand on her cocked him.
"That's no fair Gemma, I didn't mention anything about the incident in the cell!" Her face went red, "Or the incident involving the car!" This sparked some interest as they all turned to face Gemma who was red as a beetroot.
"That's not fair, I just told mentioned something itsy bitsy, it wasn't like I told them about what happened on everyone else desk!"
"Ok, this is not a good situation," Dean said, I've got the feeling something is going to spill out that none of us want to hear."
"Yeah," Sam agreed, "But I think that just happened." And as Jack, Dean, Sam and Gemma watched, everyone stepped away from the desk and was crossed between staring and glaring at the two. Jack placed a hand on his forehead and looked up at her, crossed between getting revenge, or settling his pride to rest.
He went with the former, "Hey you were involved in all of those incidents."
Dean's eyebrows raised into his hairline and Sam felt a very large cough coming on in his chest. "So ah… is that all?" He asked nervously.
"Not even close." Jack hissed.
"I haven't even mentioned the bit about the cards." She replied.
"Who wants pizza?" Owen shouted, everyone moved except the two who stood eye to eye glaring at each other as everyone left. Gwen and Tosh both looked back worried and wondering if maybe they shouldn't have laughed or moved away at inappropriate times. They both shared a look, too scared of what was about to happen to actually say anything as they left and had the door locked up and closed behind them.
Once the door had closed and sufficient seconds had passed Jack's expression cracked into a grin and Gemma began laughing her head off as fell onto the ground clutching her stomach with the pain of the laughter.
"I knew they'd fall for it!" She said standing back up and walking towards him, "do you think they realise that we were talking about dancing and singing on their desks?"
"Not in a million years." He said kissing her on the lips, "We have an hour at most before they come back to see if we've killed each other."
Gemma slid her jacket to the floor as Jack too began to undress quickly. "Where?" She breathed shirtless kissing him as she undid his pants. He picked her up and carried her to the first table they came to. Their lips and tongues tasted each other as their fingers rushed to undo the last few buttons and pull off each other's remaining clothes.
"We should get dressed again." Gemma murmured as Jack's finger drew on her hip, "They'll be back soon." They were both tired and sore, but extremely relieved to have that out of their systems.
"Do you really want to get dressed?" He asked as he kissed behind her ear, and stopped drawing on her as he stroked her stomach region before working his was up between the breasts, undecided on which to take.
"No," She whispered, turning around so she could kiss him again. Sitting a top of him again she kissed him softly, as though she was just testing the waters, before she kissed a little more, "We shouldn't, we really should get dressed." She murmured under the desk though how she got under his desk she couldn't remember, she had been in the main area before and somehow the two of them had worked their way back to his, leaving their clothes back there as they laid beneath his desk.
"Well, if they come back before we get a chance, I guess we'll have to be extra quiet." He whispered the last two causing her to giggle before she kissed him again allowing him to enter her once more with her hands on his chest, and his own holding her waist.
The sound of the door opening caused the to pause briefly before she leaned down and brought her legs further up so that he could as well. Now none of their body parts were inside and all was hidden under the quite large desk.
"Good desk," She whispered, "Quite spacious."
"Oh, I know, trust me." He laughed and she kissed him to keep quiet, but the movement raised a moan between the two of them, which they tried to keep stifled between their mouths. "Five minutes." She whispered as she tried not to pant loudly in his neck.
"Ten."
"Oh my God!" The loud voice of Gwen shouted, "What's been going on here."
"And to think, you're the one with the husband," Owen's replied.
"Well, I may not be an expert on what this place usually looks like, but I believe all your desks have been defiled… multiple times." Dean's voice came out.
"Where are they now?" Tosh's came.
"Do we really want to know?" Owen asked.
"Well, what do we do?" Ianto asked, "We do have…" And then it became too hard to hear as he walked out of listening distance.
"Damn," Jack murmured, "I'm not sure if something's happened or not." Gemma moved to climb off of Jack, but after a few moments of movement, she found herself even closer to him with him pinning her down.
"Five minutes is up," he told her, "I win." She struggled beneath him on purpose, almost laughing, but biting down on her lip to stifle the process of doing so. "Now that's not playing fair."
"When do I ever play fair?" She replied with a snicker. She pulled back for a seconds and furrowed her eyebrows, "Don't you think this is strange," she asked with a soft voice.
"What is?" She shook her head and smiled as a soft feeling of warmth escaped from her neck down her body with a shiver. He tipped his head up to meet hers bit down upon her bottom lip ever so slowly before sucking upon it lightly.
"Nothing, I just had a weird feeling is all." She said pulling away and moving her lips down his neck.
"How much of a rush is it to almost get caught?" He asked huskily in her ear as she let love bites upon his neck. She nodded her head, unable to answer his question as the feeling overcame all of her senses.
"They don't seem to be in here," Dean called. From under the desk, both Jack Gemma could see his boots, and as they tried to smother their voice, it soon became obvious that they were in the room. "Never mind, I found them!" He knelt down, "Alright, you two have had your fun, now it's time to separate from each other and wait for everyone to leave again."
"But I'm having fun!" She exclaimed, "You know there's always room for one more, isn't there Jack?"
"Always." He replied with the same mischievous grin.
"Alright, guys, can I get some back up here please?" Dean paused for a few minutes before he pushed the desk away, "Alright, come on you two, you've been bitten by an alien... or something supernatural we're not too sure of which, but either way we do know that it will wear off in a few hours so come on."
"No, I want-" She collapsed suddenly, as did Jack, right before Dean's eyes. He looked up towards the doorway to see Ianto with a gun in hand.
"Sleeping darts, it will make it easier." Dean nodded before grabbing one side of Gemma and Gwen grabbing the other side. "Sam and I will dress Jack if Gwen and Tosh can dress Spade- ah Gemma, Dean could you look through some of the records to see if you can figure out anything, Owen, could you pull out some of their blood and see if you can find a cure?" Everyone nodded at Ianto's commands.
"Ugh, where am I?" Gemma asked clutching her head, "What the hell happened?" She looked around to find herself in a cell chained; across from her Jack sat with his shirt inside out. "Jack?"
"We were bitten, don't worry, they're trying to find a cure, we'll just have to repress our sexual desire."
"Then why put us in the same cell?" She said as she twitched slightly to look around, crossing and re-crossing her legs as she did so due to discomfort, "and why suppress?"
"We're in the same cell because most of the others are filled up for the time being, and two are actually contaminated, and we have to suppress because… you know how if you itch a mosquito bite the poison moves and it becomes itchier? It's like that." She nodded before her eyes went wide.
"Have you been having an increase in deaths recently?"
"Yeah, but Tosh and Owen caught it while we were otherwise occupied, they're trying to figure out what to do, hopefully, like a mosquito, the poison will where off, but we won't know for sure until later." He smiled, "Just think, with all this suppression the sex afterwards is going to be fantastic." She laughed and tried to lie down only to stand up and then sit back down.
"God I've never felt this… bubbly and electric, it's almost like I'm on fire." She breathed out, "How long?"
"Well, if we hadn't gone at it like rabbits I expect it would have worn off by now, but since we did – a day, possibly more." She groaned, "Don't do that, that's cruel and very much so not fair for either of us, we need to talk about something boring, something to put us off the act."
"Bunnies?"
"Bunnies?" He asked confused, then he smiled as he lifted his handcuffed hands in gesture, forgetting that they were actually handcuffed, "I forgot that you had a fear of rabbits."
"It's not a fear… it's a mild distaste for them, I mean wouldn't you if a super giant mutant tried to rip you in half?" He laughed, "It wasn't really that funny, but Cameron saved me."
"And then you had crazy rabbit sex?"
"Well… hey, wait, we can't talk about this, we should talk about the weather or why the world is round." She sighed, "But talking about sex sounds way more appealing." She sighed and placed her hands on her face sadly, "this isn't fair - this isn't fair at all."
"No," he agreed, "it's not." He adjusted his legs for better comfort before deciding to just lay on the ground. "But we can get through this, hell, we went through groundhog day and fixed that little mess, so I'm very certain that we can get through this without having to have sex."
"What if we just get hot and heavy without the sweat part? Surely that's like rubbing a mosquito bite, release of almost all the pain without helping the poison to spread." He though for a moment at her words, he felt, "but the question is, can we do it with out hands tied and not taking our clothes off?"
"No." He said with a sigh, "but who cares, they'll pull us off before it gets heavy."
"No!" Gwen said, seemingly appearing out of thin air as she stood in front of the door, "No sex, no release of tension, nothing."
"Why can't we be tied up at someone house?"
"You're contaminated, being around you for too long could have disastrous effects." Gemma sighed angrily, kicking a small pebble that laid on the ground, "Don't worry, you'll be fine after a few hours."
"I don't want to be fine, not if it hurts like this, haven't you ever had such a long dry spell that happened over the years? Well imagine something painful like that only longer, without any release – it hurts god damn it."
"I'm sorry," She whispered sadly, "there's really nothing that we can do to help, anything could be worse, and if you keep 'scratching' it as Jack said, the poison will spread, you need to let it work it's way through your system."
"Hey, what if we drink lots of water and go to the toilet?" Gemma said suddenly, "It will flush it out quicker then."
"Or make it worse," Jack said, "straight water doesn't exactly work that well, Owen suggested it before and tried it out only to have the problem increase."
"Damn, I guess we will just have to wait it out."
"Yep."
"I have an idea," Gwen said, "It might be a bad one though so if you don't want to, you don't have to ok Gemma," Gemma turned as she realised Gwen's plan involved her, "Last time you were here, something happened, didn't it? Jack doesn't talk about it, says that he wouldn't say anything without your permission, so what happened?"
Genevieve opened her mouth and closed it again, "Cameron didn't break up with me, I know I told you that she did, but she didn't, she… she loved me so much, and- you were there for our wedding right?" Gwen nodded, "Sorry, I've blocked a lot of memories, I've been scared to remember for so long."
She breathed out slowly, "We were out hunting, and she-she got attacked because I was scared to pull the trigger on this creature, so instead she did… but not before it was too late." With a shaking breath she looked into Gwen's eyes, "have you ever held someone, your soul mate, the only person in the whole world that you would lay your life down for without a moments hesitation, without needing to be asked, without any reason expect the fact that you love them, die in your arms because you were scared to pull the trigger?" She shook her head.
"I held her for so long, scared to let go as I tried to dial… oh God, it didn't matter if she didn't die, she would have killed herself even if she'd survived – because she was bitten by a monster."
"This happened before you arrived, didn't it?"
"The day before." Gwen was at a loss in what to say. "What happened… when you were here?"
"Something bad." Jack answered, "especially for the two of us."