Doctor Who is owned by the BBC, I do not claim to own them. Just playing with them and will return them unharmed.
Warehouse 13 is property of SYFY, Again, I do not claim to own, just playing, no money is made, no harm is intended.
Torchwood: FX and BBC? Again, Don't own, just playing. Mostly just stealing Jack.
Continuity:
Doctor who, This occurs between dropping Amy and Rory off And TWORS. This is the "Two hundered year gap" or at least part of it.
Warehouse 13: This was written before I had seen the current season, and I used everyone's favorite bad guy.
Torchwood: Umm, not really putting this anywhere in TW, perhaps even before season one. I am figuring this is during the time he was working for London, which is why he does not want to show up. He realizes that he would be in two places at once. Don't shoot me if at first he is not acting like himself. He's been retconned by one of the agents everyone loves to hate.
The Warehouse gets a message in a bottle. Who are the three players? What happened to Agent Trainer? And what is this threat that has her so afraid she will not speak of them?
She stood in the room, she knew he was coming, he would always come. For just a matter of a couple of minutes both of them would exist at the same time. That would be her only chance. She pulled the gun. It was her old gun. And with it something else. It was a small tuning fork. It had taken her quite a while to find it. But she knew, with everything stopped, the resonance would destroy most of them in the area. It might not kill them all, but it should slow them down.
The clock ticked on, and as the hand passed, something happened. Or rather, nothing happened. Time began to unspool, and around her, in the carefully built room where she stood, the angels began to appear, and around them, behind them began to appear a building. It had taken quite a bit of doing to tangle the threads of time at a particular spot, but she knew that there was a fixed point, and knotted the threads of time and fate around that fixed point. Hopefully, if the artifacts she had used did what they were supposed to, this should send them back to the stone age.
There was a wash of blue light and the man in the greatcoat smiled up at her and raised the gun. She smiled. "One."
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Claudia dashed inside with the parts, and faster than she had ever thought possible put the machine back together while the archive ran a search on the artifacts that Trainer had tagged with the word "Angel"
It was an odd collection of artifacts, but staring at the list she suddenly realized what Traier was doing. And, at the heart of the reaction was rheticus' compass. She watched as the appointed time clicked down, and just as the clock clicked over, she hit the button to activate it. For a moment she didn't notice what was going on. She didn't understand what the effect of the collection of artifacts and the dissolution of time would have on each other. Angels began to appear around her. More and more and more. There had to be hundreds of them. There was a wash of light around her, and the image around her went fuzzy, she could see the room around her. At one side were Trainer and Jack, guns trained on eachother. A few feet away, with their backs to her were myka and pete, guns drawn on someone she didn't know. And across the room was Artie. Time seemed to stop and it all happened at once. A hundred years of planning culminated in five seconds of gunplay.
Three guns went off almost at the same moment, they heard trainer scream, and then she was silent as the Angel took over. Claudia found herself unable to move.
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Jack stood, counting down. He saw the world begin to come unhinged. Things began to change, and the Angels came. The pulsing sphere of energy drew them in, and they descended on the small group. He spoke softly to Agent Trainer. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
He squeezed the trigger of his webly at the same moment she pulled the trigger. The Angel, fearing she was about to die, took over, turning her to stone, the bullet slammed into his stomach, knocking him to the ground, "Now Artie!"
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He clicked the button on the stopwatch, and it began to tick down the seconds, as it reached zero, a wave of white light washed over everything and ran towards the Angels. He tossed the stopwatch at the nearest angel and dove for the floor. "DOWN!" The light rushed past again, and again. A fourth time the light flashed by, and then time started running normally. The Angels disappearing from where they had been. As the light faded, they were nothing but an after image and then they were gone and so was Agent Trainer.
Pete looked down at Jack.
"Kill me."
Pete hesitated.
"It's ok Pete, He'll come back. Be gentle, it still hurts him."
The area around them was barren,
Pete aimed and fired twice. Artie reached down and took the teleport off of Jack's wrist and grabbed his agents. "Come on. We have to leave him."
"I don't understand."
The sun began to rise, and the outline of windows could be seen. "He has to stay here, and we have to go back."
Artie stopped and tucked a card into Jack's pocket before taking Myka, pete and Claudia by the hand. "Teleport without a capsule is rubbish."
The ground lurched sidways to meet them and the next thing pete knew he was on his knees outside the BandB.
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"What happened?"
The figure in the greatcoat cast a shadow over Pete. "You shot me." Jack smiled. "Thanks."
"Gutshot, no fun." Pete grunted. He couldn't have told you how he knew it was the right thing to do, but it was.
"We used a ring of artifacts to create a stable point in time and draw a lot of the Angels to it. The Ripple in time from the reset did the rest. We basically froze them in a moment of time that no longer exists, trapping them on the wrong side of a timelock."
Claudia smiled and said to pete "We created a temporal black hole to eat all the Potential energy. With no energy, they went for the biggest source they could find, the explosion we created. But the resulting explosion got written out by paradox protection."
Claudia, Jack and artie looked at each other, shrugged, and said in unison 'timey wimey."
"What now?"
"Now, I go back to being artie."
"And I go back to Wales."
"How?"
"Teleport."
"I meant, how does he go back to being Artie." Pete asked. "Why?"
"You really shouldn't know too much about the future. Besides, MacPhereson is still out there."
"You never did tell me why you took this case."
"Maybe next time."
"Are you sure about this Arthur?"
Artie nodded. "You know it has to be done Jack. Why should I remember everything I can never have?"
Jack handed him a white pill and a bottle of water. "I'm sorry Arthur." Artie took the pill and within ten minutes was sleeping peacefully. Jack picked him up as if he didn't weigh anything and carried him back to the B and B. "The warehouse won't let me in, it knows I don't belong. But I can bring him to Lena's"
"What is that?" Claudia asked watching Jack play with another white pill.
"Retcon. It is a short-term amnesia pill. It will bring back the Artie you know. I'm pretty sure I'll be back. I mean this bastard brought a lot of stuff through." He shrugged. "I wish I could stop MacPherson for him but there are certain things that are part of history. And these things are what shape the future of the warehouse. Without them, Earth isn't ready.
"There is more?"
"As a good friend of mine says 'spoilers." Jack replied. "Keep digging into the Trainer file. She knew more than she should have."
"Why did Artie take this job?" Pete asked.
"Because he couldn't kill his best friend." Jack said.
"Kill his best friend?"
"He and MacPherson grew up together on Alvis joined the Time Patrol together, and when his friend went Mental, he chased him halfway across the Galaxy. But when it came down to it, he couldn't kill him. This was his other option." Jack shrugged. "I don't know which is worse, remembering him as he was, or making him forget."
"Trainer said there are worse things than angels."
"She's right."
"What's in the dark?" Pete asked.
"What's always in the dark." Jack smiled. "I have to go. I'm supposed to be in Wales. And I know the doctor is going to show up. I'm not supposed to be here when he does."
He stopped a moment and kissed Claudia. "I'd kiss Pete, but he has a little problem with that." Jack winked. "That's for saving my life."
But-
"You will."
Jack vanished in a wash of blue light. When the doctor arrived he found Artie sleeping peacefully, and no sign of the Angels. "Everybody lives."
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****** Look for the two other stories, tentatively titled, "Air and shadow," and "To win the war." And they are right, there are worse things than Angels.