Author's Note: Some of the dialogue is necessary b/c the characters don't know this stuff about each other. Trust me, next chapter will b lots of fun.
CHAPTER 10: LUCKY CHARMS
The lift lowered slowly to the base of the hub. A screech was heard from overhead. The four on the lift turned their heads to see a pterodactyl flying towards them.
"Whoa! What the crap is that?" Dean said recovering from his duck as it flew overhead. Sam had ducked too.
Evie laughed, she seemed to have expected it.
"Meet my guard dog." Captain Jack Harkness explained, looking proudly at the pterodactyl flying nearby overhead, "Well, bird, but you get the idea."
"That's your guard dog?" Dean asked, flabbergasted.
"Yeapp,"
The lift stopped and Jack stepped off. Evie followed him wordlessly and Sam and Dean followed Evie's lead. She seemed to have more of an idea what was going on than they did.
Jack approached a dark haired woman, "What do we got, Gwen?"
"It's quiet right now," Gwen said. She turned around, "Who are they?"
"They're here to help us with the rift. Something big is working its way out and these guys have a different specialty than us."
"Yeah, what's that?" Gwen asked.
"We got aliens, they got the supernatural." Jack explained simply.
Gwen raised an eyebrow and looked at the three strangers behind jack.
The shorter of the two guys stepped forward and held his hand out, "I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam, and this is angel girl."
Angel girl smacked Dean on his arm lightly, "She's married," she told Dean. She turned her gaze from Dean to Gwen. She waved her hand in a gesture of greeting, "Evie,"
Gwen nodded.
A young gentleman in a suit hopped onto the level the desks were on, "I've got fresh coffee for everyone."
Jack made the introductions, "Ianto Jones, Dean, Sam and Evie."
Ianto nodded a greeting at the three newcomers and handed over mugs of coffee to everyone.
Dean took a sip, "Dude, this is the best coffee ever, what do you stick in here?"
"Oh, this and that," Ianto answered with a smile.
"Do you guys know what we'll be dealing with?" Sam asked.
"Nope," Gwen said, "but we know where it's coming from."
"Where?" Dean asked.
"There's a rift of time and space that runs straight through the city. It's coming out of the rift." Jack explained.
"We know when things come out of the rift through a program we have on our computers," Gwen said, "It tells us where rift activity is so we can go intercept whatever comes out." She explained.
"If we're supposed to stop this thing from coming out, won't we need to know where it'll be before it gets there?" Sam asked.
"Yeapp," Jack said, "Gwen, why don't you show them the rift predictor program."
Gwen nodded and began explaining the program.
Jack tapped Dean's shoulder, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Dean said, a bit unsure.
Jack took a few steps away from the others and Dean followed. Jack spoke, "My informant I told you about, Jenny," he paused, "She claims she's a reaper."
Dean scoffed, "Reapers can only be seen by those it's coming for."
"Yeah, that part was already explained to me, what else can you tell me about them?"
"What do you want to know?" Dean asked in return.
"Do they pop in out of nowhere?"
"Hardly out of nowhere, but yeah, they can kinda sneak up on you."
"Okay, this reaper says her name is Jenny,"
"Reapers go by many names, they have many guises. They can take the form of a creepy old guy or a pretty young woman."
"What else can they do?" Jack asked.
"You're just making sure this reaper really is a reaper?" Dean asked in return.
"Yeah,"
"Do others see her?"
"No, just me,"
"How can you see her?"
"She says I'm an anomaly."
"What does that mean?"
"It's complicated,"
"Why? Do you have one foot in the spirit plane?"
Jack paused, "Well, that would be an easy way of explaining it."
Dean looked at Jack suspiciously, "Well, if it helps, I think your reaper really is a reaper."
Jack nodded and approached the computer everyone was studying, "Nothing's going on right now, I'm sure you three are jet lagged. Ianto, you can take the Winchesters to Owen's place. I think Evie'll like it better at Tosh's."
"Oh, no, Evie can stay with us," Dean said, "We wouldn't want any crap to happen to her while we're too far away to help," he glared at Evie.
Evie laughed, "Scooby, you just want revenge."
"You betcha," Dean said.
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"If you three will just follow me," Ianto spoke.
Ianto led the three Torchwood outsiders through the hub and out through the reception area. He took out the keys to the SUV.
"I call shotgun," Evie said.
Sam and Dean crawled in the back of the SUV.
*****
Ianto opened the door to Owen's place and let the Winchesters and angel girl in before he stepped in.
"So where's the guy whose place this is?" Dean asked.
"Owen was part of the team, but he's not around anymore."
"I'm sorry," Evie said. She looked around, "Judging by the fact that you haven't cleaned the place out, it wasn't that long ago."
"Quite recent, actually, yes,"
Dean stepped over to the fridge, "Dude, there's no food in here."
"No, he disposed of it all." Ianto said.
"Why? Was the dude dead before he died?" Dean asked.
Ianto looked at Dean with a look that said all.
"No way," Sam said, "was he some kind of zombie?"
"It's complicated," Ianto said, "things like this happen all the time in Torchwood." He paused, "So, I will run out and get you some food. Is there anything in particular you would like?"
Dean smiled widely and patted Sam once hard on his shoulder, "Sammy here loves Lucky Charms and Spaghetti-ohs."
"Dean can't survive without pie."
"Sam loves the marshmallows in his Lucky Charms."
"Apple pie," Sam said, "It's his favorite." Sam jabbed Dean in the side.
"Dude, you did not just poke me," Dean said.
"Don't forget the whipped cream," Sam told Ianto.
"Dude," Dean started.
"Boys!"
"What?" Sam and Dean asked Evie at the same time.
Evie ignored them and turned to Ianto, "Just bring a lot of coffee, Scooby gets cranky when he doesn't have his morning pick-me-up."
Dean stared at Evie.
Evie shrugged.
Ianto turned to leave.
"Dude, wait," Dean started.
Ianto turned to face Dean.
"I'm not into the whole public transport thing. Is there somewhere where we can get a good car?"
"I could look into one for you," Ianto started, "Do you have a preference?"
Dean smiled, "You betcha," he told Ianto his preference for cars.
Ianto nodded, "Yeah, I'll look into it for you." Ianto turned and left.
Evie turned to the boys, "I get the couch." She turned and threw her duffel onto the couch nearest the kitchen.
Dean peeked around the corner and into the master bedroom, "Dude, why wouldn't you want the bed? It's gigantic."
"Nope, the couch is better," She turned to the linen closet and began pulling pillows and blankets from it for her and whoever would be sharing the living room with her. She flopped a pillow and a blanket onto the little couch and kept a pillow and blanket for herself.
"I so claim the bed," Dean said.
Sam spoke up, "No way,"
Dean held out his hand for a rock paper scissors match.
"Dude, you're gonna lose." Evie told Dean.
"What makes you say that?"
She got up and poked him, "Always with the scissors." She held her fist out at Sam, "I'm playing for him."
"Terms?" Sam asked.
"Loser gets the couch."
Sam turned his head to peer at the loveseat. There was no way he could comfortably sleep on that couch.
They held their hands at the ready. Evie nodded and they threw their hands.
"Scissors beats paper," Evie said, smiling up at Sam.
"Whoo! I so get the bed!" Dean said excitedly.
"Sam, if you pull out the couch, you can have it. I'll sleep on the little one." Evie said sincerely.
"No way, that was not terms," Dean spoke up.
"I believe I said loser gets the couch, I didn't specify which one." Evie turned to face Dean.
*****
Sam, Dean and Evie were sitting on the couches. The TV was on, but no one was paying attention to it. They only enough lights on to see where they were stepping. The TV cast strange shadows on the brick walls. Ianto had come back several hours ago and had delivered food that had chased away Dean's sleepiness. Sam and Evie had slept on the plane and weren't that tired yet. Evie had changed into pajamas which were composed of a large t-shirt and shorts.
"How come dude in the World War II threads can see reapers?" Dean asked Evie.
"He can see reapers?"
"That's what he told me," Dean spoke.
"Are you sure it's really a reaper that he's seeing?" Evie asked.
"For sure,"
Evie furrowed her brow and thought for a few moments, "We've all died right?" she asked rhetorically, "Imagine never being able to permanently die."
"Impossible," Sam started.
"The man we know as Captain Jack Harkness died for the first time in his life on Satellite Five in a battle against the Daleks."
"What's a Dalek?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"In simple terms it's an evil R2D2." Evie answered, "But later in the battle, he was brought back to life."
"By what?" Dean asked.
"That's unimportant, but the point is, he was brought back to life, and since then, he can't die."
"You said he can't die permanently, does that mean he still dies?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah, say he gets shot in the forehead, he's gonna fall over dead like anyone else, but his tissues regenerate and soon enough, he's walking around again."
"What does this have to do with seeing reapers?" Dean asked.
"Easy," Evie started, "Harkness is an anomaly. No one is supposed to be brought back to life, certainly not the number of times Jack Harkness has come back. He's died so many times that he has a connection with death and can see reapers."
"That can't be fun," Dean started.
"You betcha it's not." Evie said, "But I'm pretty sure reapers can shield themselves from him if they want to."
There was a pause, "So what's up with the dude's threads?" Dean asked Evie.
"Captain Harkness?" Evie asked, making sure they were on the same page.
"Yeah, I thought you told me he served in Iraq or Afghanistan." Sam spoke up.
Evie looked at Sam, "No, I told you he served in the war, you just understood wrong."
"How is that possible?" Dean asked.
"Ah," Evie started, "Welcome to the mystery that is Jack Harkness."
"Mystery?" Sam asked.
"Yeapp," Evie said, "Harkness keeps to himself a lot. Not many people know much about him, and that's the way he likes it. No one even knows his real name."
"So who is this guy?" Dean asked.
"Jack Harkness," she paused, "Well, the guy behind Jack Harkness is from the fifty-first century."
"How is he here now?" Sam asked.
"He joined the time agency. He was undercover during World War II times. That's how he served in the war."
"You'd think as a fifty-first century dude, he'd change with the times and update his threads." Dean said.
"It's his style," Evie shrugged, "You've got your classic car, he's got his World War II clothes."
"Wait, fifty-first century?" Sam asked.
"That's what I said," Evie said.
"That's good, right?" Sam questioned.
"I don't follow," Evie stated.
"Everything's peachy in the fifty-first century, the angel-demon war is over and Lucifer is beaten."
"Don't get too excited, Sammy." Evie said, "The war could still be going on in the fifty-first century. Angels and demons don't have life spans like humans do. They're eternal beings until someone lops their head off or whatever."
Sam and Dean glared at Evie.
"What?" she asked, "I'm no expert, don't look at me like that."
"Yeah, whatever," Dean said, "Look, we're probably gonna have a long day tomorrow, so we should all get some sleep. I'm gonna take a shower first, though."
Dean stood up and Sam finally pulled the couch out.
"One more thing, you two." Evie started, she waited until they made eye contact, "Harkness is from the fifty-first century, don't be surprised if he makes a move on you."
Sam and Dean were taken back, "Why shouldn't we be surprised?" Sam asked.
"He's from the fifty-first century. Look how people have evolved from the nineteen-fifties to now on their views of sex. Harkness is the kinda man who'll shag anything so long as it's gorgeous enough."
Sam and Dean had strange looks on their faces.
Evie smiled widely, "Goodnight, boys."
Sam flopped onto the couch that had been converted into a bed and stretched out. His feet dangled off the end.
Dean walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Sam and Evie heard a whoop of joy from the other side of the bathroom door.
"This shower's awesome!" Dean's voice carried into the room.