Own Nothing.
Twelve.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, jumping off of Lavender.
"I know you two are getting married and everything, but why can't you do this in your own home?" Hermione asked, covering her eyes.
"Why jealous Granger?" Lavender asked, smirking as she laid on Ginny's bed.
"By all means Brown have him. I was so happy when I heard you two were together, it almost blew my mind." Hermione's sarcasm was wasted on the two.
"Oh, well, if you're okay with it Hermione." Ron replied, pants on this time. "So why are you here?"
"The twins invited us for the holidays and the birth of Harry and Ginny's new baby." Hermione and Jenny set their stuff down by the wardrobe. "If you don't mind, clean up when you're done, with spells and everything. Or I'll let your mother know about your pre-maritle sex adventures." Hermione smiled, waving her fingers as the two women exited the room.
"Where now?" Jenny asked, as they walked down the stairs.
"We go see Fred and George, eat lunch and then shopping then come back for dinner. Maybe go see Harry and Ginny." Hermione shrugged, grabbing their coats, saying good bye to Molly as the left the Burrow.
"Come on Jack, let me out. It is the Season!" Captain John Hart shouted at the cameras, knowing that some one was always watching him.
The door slammed open about five minutes later, and Captain Jack Harkness was sliding a chair in front of his cell. He spun it around and leaned against the back of it, his legs on either side. "Hermione said that you needed something fixed, what was it?"
"Would you believe my heart?" John said, twisting his head, trying to give a sad face.
"Not in a million years." Jack replied, smirking. "What was it?"
"Nothing really actually. I was just coming back to see you, to raise hell and all that. When I felt this wonderful power surge, and I went to it. It was Hermione, and I thought that I could use that power some how." John stepped back, and sat down on the bed in the cell, leaning back, lounging.
"Use it for what? What would you use Hermione's power for?" Jack asked.
"You know, I think she's a witch." Hart replied, nodding his head, agreeing with himself.
"Hermione isn't a witch." Jack stated, his voice rising, almost like what the other man was saying was an insult.
"I think she is, I mean what other thing could Torchwood be catching, if not Aliens?"
"But Witches don't exist." Jacked stood up, walking up to the cell.
"And neither does Santa Claus, Aliens, the Tooth fairy and Jesus Christ for some people." John shrugged.
"My daughter is not a witch." His voice was stern, so much that John almost believed him.
"You know that's not true. Jack, she is, isn't she. Think of all the signs, everything points to it."
Jack shook his head, not wanting to think about it, he changed the subject. " Was this your plan the whole time? To use Hermione?"
"She interested me, a lot actually. Much like Gwen when we first met. But there was something I couldn't shake. Something changed."
"How?" Jack, leaned against the cell wall.
"First she was just a power source, then she was a threat. I can't decide how big of one though, but when she used her magic on me, I knew that she was a threat to me. She said she worked for Torchwood, was the Commanding Officer now, I thought Power again. And then...then." He stopped, silent.
"Then What? What happened Hart?" Jack asked, fist pounding against the glass.
"Then she was hit by something, fell into the river, a thirty foot drop easy. She didn't come back up, I got nervous. So I went in, saved her, gave her CPR. She sent me off to chase the guy she was chasing." He swallowed, his mouth dry. "I lost him in five minutes, went back and your team pronounced her dead. I almost lost it there."
"Why?"
John Hart, looked Jack Harkness in the eyes. "I had thought I lost her. For whatever reason, I was scared shitless Jack. Then two days later, she was alive, saying nothing had ever happened. I was relieved."
"But why is so she special to you now? Is it still her power?" Jack asked, rubbing his forehead, giving a quick glance at the camera.
"I don't know Jack." He stated, almost terrified either way. "I honestly don't know anymore."
"Well figure it out, or you won't be getting out of here." Jack stated, pushing the chair back, turning to leave.
"Wait Jack!" John Hart stood up against the glass wall, hands pressed up against it.
"What?" Jack turned around.
"I do know one thing." He nodded towards Jack. "Your daughter is worth dying for, that's certainly one thing.
